AmaLiA
the archangel
It's a fool's errand, she supposes, but one she had to try. But her goals, her needs, her desire to be free - they are small things next to the will of her god, her Father, the plans he has put in place. Biting down upon her lip, Amalia simply nods, accepting the rejection without resentment, for how could she ever resent Him?
"I understand," the Shield - the Angel - replies softly, looking down to the wealth of life that blooms around their feet. This place, this world, this is where she is now, where she belongs. Her needs are small compared to the needs of the world, of her Gods.
And she knows better than to attempt to take more of his time, to ask more from him. He has given her enough, and Amalia is grateful, turning back upon her Father with adoration in her eyes. "Thank you for your time, Father," the girl murmurs, a small, shy smile on her face. "I will do my best to make you proud in the days to come."
"I understand," the Shield - the Angel - replies softly, looking down to the wealth of life that blooms around their feet. This place, this world, this is where she is now, where she belongs. Her needs are small compared to the needs of the world, of her Gods.
And she knows better than to attempt to take more of his time, to ask more from him. He has given her enough, and Amalia is grateful, turning back upon her Father with adoration in her eyes. "Thank you for your time, Father," the girl murmurs, a small, shy smile on her face. "I will do my best to make you proud in the days to come."
you're breaking your own heart
