AmaLiA
the archangel
The room itself is lit by starlight and littered with books. Among the books are loose sheafs of notes, scrawled in a sharp, lilting hand, the letters sometimes fastidious and sometimes illegible. It is organized chaos, all punctuated by a desk tucked into a corner where the Archangel now sits.
Despite the room, despite the meals, the girl who looks up at Gideon's entry looks a little bit haggard, a little bit thin. It has not been an easy few months for Amalia, and the strain is beginning to show. Her usually sun-kisses complexion has taken a sallow tinge; her dark eyes somehow appear even darker, underlined by deep circles and slightly sunken in. These characteristic are made all the more stark by the halo of light that surrounds her head, illuminating a corner that may we'll have earned the moniker of gloomy without.
"Hold on." She doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a moment to finish and carefully bookmark a page in the tome she reads. That finished, the girl rolls her head upon her shoulders, picks up her half-full mug of lukewarm tea, and finally, turns to the Priest. "You didn't have to do that," the girl mumbles softly, hiding behind her cup. "I'm not hungry. What do you need?"
Despite the room, despite the meals, the girl who looks up at Gideon's entry looks a little bit haggard, a little bit thin. It has not been an easy few months for Amalia, and the strain is beginning to show. Her usually sun-kisses complexion has taken a sallow tinge; her dark eyes somehow appear even darker, underlined by deep circles and slightly sunken in. These characteristic are made all the more stark by the halo of light that surrounds her head, illuminating a corner that may we'll have earned the moniker of gloomy without.
"Hold on." She doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a moment to finish and carefully bookmark a page in the tome she reads. That finished, the girl rolls her head upon her shoulders, picks up her half-full mug of lukewarm tea, and finally, turns to the Priest. "You didn't have to do that," the girl mumbles softly, hiding behind her cup. "I'm not hungry. What do you need?"
you're breaking your own heart
