Amalia
the archangel
Nothing changes, and yet all the warmth is sucked out of the Flowerbirth day, leaving Amalia wide-eyed and chilled by Safrin's casual condemnation. The gravity of it takes the wind from her lungs as surely as any physical blow; speechless, aching, the Archangel can only watch as her goddess samples baked goods and continues to exist with a radiance that, for the first time since the Blight, Amalia feels deprived of, cast into old, long shadows.
It hurts. It hurts. Because Safrin is right: this is what she wanted, what she prayed for, and still it isn't enough. She isn't enough-- and the old choking anxieties, the panic that dwells so close to the surface of her breast scrambles inside her throat, threatening to drag her back into darkness she thought she left behind. Her fingers clench into the ruff of a Sear cat who's crawled into her lap; she falters, becomes less, and then--
"So help me, Safrin." The girl who sits before Safrin is not a shadow, will not be a shadow. Back straight and dark eyes burning with purpose and ardor, she gazes at the goddess almost defiantly, red and gold flowers blooming in her hair. "Please. Help me be what He wants - what He needs. Help me be stronger." Her heart is thundering in her chest, a heavy, hurried rhythm, and scales frame her angular face as fire dances down her spine.
"I will prove myself to you, Safrin. Just give me a chance."
It hurts. It hurts. Because Safrin is right: this is what she wanted, what she prayed for, and still it isn't enough. She isn't enough-- and the old choking anxieties, the panic that dwells so close to the surface of her breast scrambles inside her throat, threatening to drag her back into darkness she thought she left behind. Her fingers clench into the ruff of a Sear cat who's crawled into her lap; she falters, becomes less, and then--
"So help me, Safrin." The girl who sits before Safrin is not a shadow, will not be a shadow. Back straight and dark eyes burning with purpose and ardor, she gazes at the goddess almost defiantly, red and gold flowers blooming in her hair. "Please. Help me be what He wants - what He needs. Help me be stronger." Her heart is thundering in her chest, a heavy, hurried rhythm, and scales frame her angular face as fire dances down her spine.
"I will prove myself to you, Safrin. Just give me a chance."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
