Amalia
the shield of safrin
They don't know I'm gone. "Are you not allowed to leave?" she asks before she can stop herself, expression changing to one of concern, a protective glint illuminating in her her dark eyes. She doesn't have the chance to speak more, though, because it is at that moment she notices the owl.
Just in time for it to fly away.
"What...?" Thrown off kilter once again, the Shield blinks as she watches the barn owl retreat, a lock of hair grasped in her talons. "Are you okay?" comes the automatic question, Amalia taking another step closer, her hand raised instinctively as though to reach for his head. She stops, though, pulling up short, remembering the last time they were in this proximity with another surge of boiling emotion.
And then as though struck by an unseen force, Amalia deflates. The force is visible, though, painted in starlight and a soothing song as Jyoti catches up with them, sensing her soulmate's distress. The arrival of the whale softens the Shield, easing the tension she holds in her shoulders from eleven down to an eight.
"Because he's a demigod?" Biting her lip, Amalia wraps her arms around her waist again, her eyes falling down to the sand that coats her toes. "I'm sorry. I just... You - the Order - seems to know everything about me. Like I'm... I'm something to be studied." Frustration ripples over her face again, her eyebrows knitting tight. "I thought that you.... I thought we... but I was just a job to you." A sad, mirthless half-smile curls at her lips, and she looks up at him with fierce pain in her onyx gaze, searching for his blue. "And you didn't even tell me, Finn. You let me believe we were friends."
Just in time for it to fly away.
"What...?" Thrown off kilter once again, the Shield blinks as she watches the barn owl retreat, a lock of hair grasped in her talons. "Are you okay?" comes the automatic question, Amalia taking another step closer, her hand raised instinctively as though to reach for his head. She stops, though, pulling up short, remembering the last time they were in this proximity with another surge of boiling emotion.
And then as though struck by an unseen force, Amalia deflates. The force is visible, though, painted in starlight and a soothing song as Jyoti catches up with them, sensing her soulmate's distress. The arrival of the whale softens the Shield, easing the tension she holds in her shoulders from eleven down to an eight.
"Because he's a demigod?" Biting her lip, Amalia wraps her arms around her waist again, her eyes falling down to the sand that coats her toes. "I'm sorry. I just... You - the Order - seems to know everything about me. Like I'm... I'm something to be studied." Frustration ripples over her face again, her eyebrows knitting tight. "I thought that you.... I thought we... but I was just a job to you." A sad, mirthless half-smile curls at her lips, and she looks up at him with fierce pain in her onyx gaze, searching for his blue. "And you didn't even tell me, Finn. You let me believe we were friends."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
