Amalia
the archangel
The passion petal.
Passion.
Amalia doesn't say anything, though she thinks many, many thoughts. Her first instinct is to wonder why he wouldn't simply acquiesce - after all, she knows well that extramarital sex is not an issue for her friends. But then her dark eyes widen as she remembers the Seren of it all. Had Safrin wanted...?
She doesn't know, and couldn't say. All she knows is that Safrin had wanted something, and Ronin had said no. And now her friend is powerless, punished by the goddess to whom he owes his very life.
She shakes her head and looks away, biting on her lip as her arms tighten around the package she holds. The Needle and its suffering still gleam cruelly at the edge of her vision, tempting her to go back and try to tear the whole thing down. But this is Ronin- she can't deny him, not when he's dropped something this shattering on her. "Yeah. Let's... yeah. Okay." Mechanically Amalia turns around, her feet tracing the path back towards the Tower and her quarters while her mind roams somewhere else. "So then... what are you going to do?"
Passion.
Amalia doesn't say anything, though she thinks many, many thoughts. Her first instinct is to wonder why he wouldn't simply acquiesce - after all, she knows well that extramarital sex is not an issue for her friends. But then her dark eyes widen as she remembers the Seren of it all. Had Safrin wanted...?
She doesn't know, and couldn't say. All she knows is that Safrin had wanted something, and Ronin had said no. And now her friend is powerless, punished by the goddess to whom he owes his very life.
She shakes her head and looks away, biting on her lip as her arms tighten around the package she holds. The Needle and its suffering still gleam cruelly at the edge of her vision, tempting her to go back and try to tear the whole thing down. But this is Ronin- she can't deny him, not when he's dropped something this shattering on her. "Yeah. Let's... yeah. Okay." Mechanically Amalia turns around, her feet tracing the path back towards the Tower and her quarters while her mind roams somewhere else. "So then... what are you going to do?"
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
