It's true, gods did get them into this - so perhaps that explains why Ronin doesn't try to offer anything more in the wake of Amalia's exasperation, as the fur ripples across her skin and the unspoken lingers between them. He merely lets his hands rest in his pockets and follows her up towards her apartments; before he can offer to hold the parcel she's trying to juggle, she's got the door open and he's already following her inside. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving |
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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02-18-2021, 06:48 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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02-19-2021, 04:42 PM
Amalia the archangel
She sets the gift onto a table, along with her keys. ”Mmm. And I’ll never forgive you for getting sick and leaving Wessex in charge.” It’s easy banter, and it’s more pleasant than dwelling on all the things they’ve lost, past and present. The teasing comes with a bright laugh to soften the words, deepening as Ronin the Once-King settles onto her floor. She’s already moved around the counter into the open kitchen when he reminds her of the package; she looks up at it through wide dark eyes, as though surprised that it exists.
It’s barely a second to place the kettle on the stove and then Amalia is settled beside Ronin, leaning back against a chair, the packet in her hands. “What am I going to do with it?” she wonders, giving it a cautious shake before beginning to delicately remove the paper, curiosity tempered by years of being told to slow down, take your time. she's just like the weather can't hold her together the White Knight
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02-20-2021, 04:52 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
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02-22-2021, 12:51 PM
Amalia the archangel
How far they've come indeed. The Amalia who once showed up quietly urgent at Ronin's house is a distant thing now, though there are times when the tentative baker still shines through. Times like now, as she gazes down on the dove-grey gloves, her fingers fluttering delicately over the soft yet strong leather. "Oh," she breathes, looking up to Ronin with a flush across her cheeks. "Oh, they're beautiful."
Her hands fit perfectly in the gloves, and the leather pulls over her knuckles like a second skin. "Ronin, I.. thank you," the girl murmurs, pressing her hair behind her ear with a leather-donned hand. "I'll try- I'll do you proud." She has nothing to offer in response- nothing but this. Quietly Amalia removes the gloves, clearly thinking about something. She stacks them atop themselves on the table, lingering a second before glancing back up. "Ronin... Do you want me to ask Vi for help? Restoring your abilities?" she's just like the weather can't hold her together the White Knight
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02-22-2021, 06:52 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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02-23-2021, 01:12 PM
Amalia the archangel
A laugh like the alto bells of a church coils from her throat, smoky and amused and perhaps a bit self-conscious. "I got lucky," she counters quickly, assuming he refers to their last spar. She's removed the gloves, tenderly laying them back into the box from whence they came for safekeeping. "You're still a better fighter than I'll ever be." Than I'll ever want to be.
She lets her offer sit with him, uncoiling from the floor in a fluid motion, her lithe body no longer waif-like, but limber and strong. An understanding nod, and perhaps some relief: Amalia hadn't been particularly hopeful on the merits of the plan, but felt it her duty to offer. "Alright. So singing Safrin's praises it is." She's padding off into the kitchen, filling cups with tea. "I was thinking... During LongNight, or after, of doing a... A talk, I guess? About the gods, and the heralds." Returning with two teacups balanced in her hands, Amalia offers one to Ronin before settling back into the floor, her own pressed between her palms. "Maybe you could say a little about Safrin, then? I'm sure the other heralds would understand if we sang her praises extra loud." They both owe her for what they are, after all. she's just like the weather can't hold her together the White Knight
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02-23-2021, 06:14 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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02-24-2021, 12:38 PM
Amalia the archangel
They stay on the ground like two children, drinking tea and trying to shrug off the weight of responsibility that's always shrouded them. Then they're planning a show - "Remember the puppet show?" Amalia asks, laughing as she recalls Ludo's ridiculous getup - and discussing the future, as though it were still within their control. Amalia begs for details about Mateo, makes Ronin promise to bring him next time. She smiles and laughs and tries not to think about the man in a cage who waits for his next beating, another soul she couldn't save.
Not yet. And perhaps not ever. But the girl grows stronger by the day, and injustices cannot win forever. Not while there is hope. {Fin <3} she's just like the weather can't hold her together | |||
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