AmaLIa
shield of safrin
She doesn't expect the wave to return, the crash of his own emotions a firm and inky tide that wells in through the embrace he's pulled her into, more honest and deep than anything she's ever felt before. Amalia's eyes open wide, surprise washing over her before it is drowned by the steady presence of Remi in her mind, and then she is only the lullaby. The reassurance, the explanations, the intimacy she is suddenly privy to... always one to overthink, to find the trickeries in words, Amalia finds this means of communication to definitively, overwhelmingly, make sense.
"Oh," Amalia whispers into the crook of Remi's neck, tears on her cheeks and smile on the lips that curve against his skin. "Oh. I... I understand."
And then it changes, a sudden spike of black seeping through the bond. Amalia blinks in shock as she's shoved away, the cruel rage unlike anything she's ever felt, including in herself. Dark eyes widen and she stares at Remi, half tempted to ask about it, half afraid. Whatever it is the man is feeling, it is more hateful than she could ever relate to, and there are some things about Remi Amalia knows she doesn't want to know.
She's still dizzy from it when he guides her to the bed - another bizarre turn of events. Dumbly she obeys, too dizzy from the surge of emotions to ponder how odd this is, her dark eyes glancing over to Ronin. She will apologize to him later, tell him she understands in a way she couldn't before, but for now all she can do is offer him a warm and slightly sheepish smile before settling bemusedly back onto the bed.
"Oh," Amalia whispers into the crook of Remi's neck, tears on her cheeks and smile on the lips that curve against his skin. "Oh. I... I understand."
And then it changes, a sudden spike of black seeping through the bond. Amalia blinks in shock as she's shoved away, the cruel rage unlike anything she's ever felt, including in herself. Dark eyes widen and she stares at Remi, half tempted to ask about it, half afraid. Whatever it is the man is feeling, it is more hateful than she could ever relate to, and there are some things about Remi Amalia knows she doesn't want to know.
She's still dizzy from it when he guides her to the bed - another bizarre turn of events. Dumbly she obeys, too dizzy from the surge of emotions to ponder how odd this is, her dark eyes glancing over to Ronin. She will apologize to him later, tell him she understands in a way she couldn't before, but for now all she can do is offer him a warm and slightly sheepish smile before settling bemusedly back onto the bed.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
