you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
It takes more effort than it should to get the canvas off of Ronin, but when it's done the brilliant and somewhat giddy smile that the Dark Star flashes makes it all worthwhile. The cloth is discarded to the ground with an exhalation of relief, Amalia wiping sweat from her brow and inadvertently leaving a trail of dirt streaked over her skin. "Here I am," the girl agrees, settling back on her heels. "And there you are."
She ought to have expected her plan's rejection. Pursing her lips, the Archangel thinks a second, mind racing to find a solution that doesn't involve Ronin burning the plaza down. "Or- or- what if we made cleaning up a game? We could race, or get the kids to help?" Indeed, the little gaggle of children is reassembling much like a disturbed flock of birds, hovering around eagerly to see what the demigod will do to amuse them next.
She ought to have expected her plan's rejection. Pursing her lips, the Archangel thinks a second, mind racing to find a solution that doesn't involve Ronin burning the plaza down. "Or- or- what if we made cleaning up a game? We could race, or get the kids to help?" Indeed, the little gaggle of children is reassembling much like a disturbed flock of birds, hovering around eagerly to see what the demigod will do to amuse them next.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
