AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Ronin's continued anger stabs deep into her chest, but this time Amalia doesn't turn away from it, only flinches slightly. As the world ripples with gold of Remi's love so too does it gain a soft dark glow of pre-dawn starlight, lilac joining the edges of the world.
She glances to Remi at his suggestion, tilting her head in thought. "Or maybe just me," the Shield suggests softly, dark eyes flicking between the men. "I'll look after Mateo. You said you needed to talk."
And if they wake up and find their room surprisingly clean and many of their things packed, well, what else might they have expected from a baker made to make amends?
She glances to Remi at his suggestion, tilting her head in thought. "Or maybe just me," the Shield suggests softly, dark eyes flicking between the men. "I'll look after Mateo. You said you needed to talk."
And if they wake up and find their room surprisingly clean and many of their things packed, well, what else might they have expected from a baker made to make amends?
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
