AmaLIa
shield of safrin
The age-old weight of anxiety and doubt settles on her like a comforting blanket, and of if Amalia doesn't want to retreat beneath it, to blot out the light of her mistakes and the anger that they have brought. Ronin's return to silent packing, Remi's strangely strangled bond, and he own isolation on the bed - it all feels like something out of a nightmare, like the bonds she's crafted with the men might splinter and collapse if she dares to move.
Have more faith in people, Lia.
"Will you stay in touch?" She isn't aware of the partial shift, her leopard tail lashing unhappily over the bed before around her legs. She's tucked her knees against her chest, a familiar position the men will recognize. Dark eyes focus on a spot on the bed where the quilt comes together in fraying stitches. "Are you even going to miss us?" Her voice shakes with anger and pain; she clears her throat, steadying, though a waver remains. "You're just.... leaving. And I know- Mort, I know you deserve it, and I'm happy for you, but.... it sucks. You're going to be gone, and Mateo's going to grow up, and... and I'll miss you stupid idiots."
Angrily she wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand, a frustrated huff leaving her throat. She's mad at herself more than them, and tries to communicate that through the Attuned bond - that she's happy for them, wants this for them, but fuck if it doesn't hurt to know their lives are moving on while she remains behind.
Have more faith in people, Lia.
"Will you stay in touch?" She isn't aware of the partial shift, her leopard tail lashing unhappily over the bed before around her legs. She's tucked her knees against her chest, a familiar position the men will recognize. Dark eyes focus on a spot on the bed where the quilt comes together in fraying stitches. "Are you even going to miss us?" Her voice shakes with anger and pain; she clears her throat, steadying, though a waver remains. "You're just.... leaving. And I know- Mort, I know you deserve it, and I'm happy for you, but.... it sucks. You're going to be gone, and Mateo's going to grow up, and... and I'll miss you stupid idiots."
Angrily she wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand, a frustrated huff leaving her throat. She's mad at herself more than them, and tries to communicate that through the Attuned bond - that she's happy for them, wants this for them, but fuck if it doesn't hurt to know their lives are moving on while she remains behind.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
