lucid dreaming

Amalia

the shield of safrin

Amalia too is tired, though her heart still beats at an accelerated rate she's certain he can hear. Turning her head upon her knees, she looks from the briefcase (such a strange thing, like his clothes) up to Finn, warm cheek cooled by the skin on her legs. "I do," she confirms, gazing at the silhouette beside her through dark eyes.

Again she frowns, troubled anew, and chews upon her lip. "Where will you go until then?" He's made it seem that he can't go home, and suddenly the Shield is afraid he'll slip through her fingers once again, vanish into the sea. Tumultuous as her feelings towards the Spyglass are, he's currently her strongest tie to the Order and the purpose they dangle so tantalizingly, to knowledge she has only the barest concept of.

He's also her friend.

"Stay with me."

The words slip out barely louder than a whisper, almost more of a question than an instruction. A plea- and swiftly she turns back to the sea, clearing her throat, grateful for the darkness that hides her flush. "I mean- we should go soon. So we might as well go together. Unless... unless you had somewhere else you needed to be, first."

you drew memories in my mind

i could never erase

you painted colors in my heart

i could never replace