Amalia
the shield of safrin
That Amalia entirely missed the owl on Finn's shoulder is testament, perhaps, to her myriad of emotions at seeing the man at all. "What does that mean?" she questions quickly, still off-balance, both hot and cold. At least he owns to what he is, who he works for, though apparently he is working for someone else today.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Amalia narrows her eyes. She doesn't want to be mad at him, and yet she absolutely does, because anger is easier than any of the other feelings that lurk beneath the turbulent rage. "Why not here? Remi and Ronin are demigods, and my friends- though I'm sure you know that already."
Again the words are sharp and accusatory, her onyx eyes flashing with hurt. You know everything about me, don't you? they say above her frown, pained and glittering with something like tears.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Amalia narrows her eyes. She doesn't want to be mad at him, and yet she absolutely does, because anger is easier than any of the other feelings that lurk beneath the turbulent rage. "Why not here? Remi and Ronin are demigods, and my friends- though I'm sure you know that already."
Again the words are sharp and accusatory, her onyx eyes flashing with hurt. You know everything about me, don't you? they say above her frown, pained and glittering with something like tears.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
