skinny dipping in my mind

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

It's a slap in the face but a slap she deserves, to hear Ronin's snapping tone, the curse a lash against her cheek. Biting hard on the inside of her lip, she swallows down a sharp retort, wanting more than ever to vanish into the bed. He'd wanted to know what she had to say, and now she regrets letting it slip out.

But there's no putting the words away now, only moving forward.

She glances between Remi and Ronin, the Lullaby's soft tone almost worse than the Star's. Amalia wears her heart on her sleeve, but in a different way from these men. It's hard for her to express herself well, but now she inhales and tries. "I know- I know it isn't about me. I'm sorry." Despite the fact that they all stand separate, Amalia feels far away. "You have... since I left Deimos, you've been- but I know what, what you are. And what I am in that." And it is a pale thing, compared to what they share.

Valiantly she raises her head, struggling to smile. "I'm happy for you. Really. It's not your fault I'm a lonely... y'know." Divorcee isn't a word she knows, nor ever wants to use. "Tell me more about your plans. I plan to adventure vicariously through you."

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away