we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
"Cheater," she teases gently as he breaks the rules, mirroring his smile with one of her own. "It's okay. I don't know, though I don't think so- there aren't a lot of Ascended in Torchline, and none natural-born, as far as I'm aware." It would be an odd place for anyone to Ascend, for sure, given the bright and relentless sun.
She hadn't meant for the question to be so personal, more interested in advice on where to visit now that she is here. But the answer he gives is a surprising glimpse into the guarded man, and Amalia finds herself nodding, her eyes drifting down to her hands in her lap as a sad smile curls over her own face. "Somewhere free from responsibility and expectations," the Shield agrees softly. "Where you don't have to wonder if you're doing the right thing- you can just be you." It's clear she isn't actually talking about him anymore.
She comes back to herself abruptly, blinking and raising up her head, a flush settling over her sharp cheeks. "Ah- sorry. My turn. Um. What, uh- where are your apartments?" she asks automatically, scrambling to think of anything else.
She hadn't meant for the question to be so personal, more interested in advice on where to visit now that she is here. But the answer he gives is a surprising glimpse into the guarded man, and Amalia finds herself nodding, her eyes drifting down to her hands in her lap as a sad smile curls over her own face. "Somewhere free from responsibility and expectations," the Shield agrees softly. "Where you don't have to wonder if you're doing the right thing- you can just be you." It's clear she isn't actually talking about him anymore.
She comes back to herself abruptly, blinking and raising up her head, a flush settling over her sharp cheeks. "Ah- sorry. My turn. Um. What, uh- where are your apartments?" she asks automatically, scrambling to think of anything else.
Amalia
