as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“This?” he asks (probably rhetorically), spreading his hands over the books and then dismissing them with waves of their hands. “It’ll always be here. People are a hundred times more important than books.” So with that declaration, he stands up and offers his hand over the table to her again, speaking in a firm, but soft voice.
“Amalia, do you see Jyoti? She loves you. Do you hear her croon? She seems very worried.” Not to mention the Attuned display, the tears, the question - a blind man could see that she isn’t alright, but that’s not the focus of his urgings. “She feels what you feel.”
Do it for her, he insinuates.
Pausing a moment to let that sink in, Falke lightens a bit and offers her an encouraging smile while Ophelia comes to chitter on the Archangel’s side that’s closest to the door.. “So why not come outside and talk to me a bit? Let me bear the weight of your troubles for a bit. I can take it, I promise. I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“Amalia, do you see Jyoti? She loves you. Do you hear her croon? She seems very worried.” Not to mention the Attuned display, the tears, the question - a blind man could see that she isn’t alright, but that’s not the focus of his urgings. “She feels what you feel.”
Do it for her, he insinuates.
Pausing a moment to let that sink in, Falke lightens a bit and offers her an encouraging smile while Ophelia comes to chitter on the Archangel’s side that’s closest to the door.. “So why not come outside and talk to me a bit? Let me bear the weight of your troubles for a bit. I can take it, I promise. I’ve had a lot of practice.”
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
