AmaLiA
the archangel
"Seren is young," Amalia agrees with a thoughtful nod, "But I think she would be good. And Ronin - the people here respect him." As for the others? Much as she loves him, she doesn't know how helpful Remi would be in front of a crowd, and she hasn't seen Phoebe or Delphia in some time.
Tell me of the situation. Truth be told, Amalia is tempted. Since that night at Sera's side - the night it all happened - Amalia hasn't spoken of Adam aloud, and the weight of it burns like an ember in her chest, begging to be expelled. She wants to get it out, and here is Gideon, the Priest who listens, and oh, the words are so close there! "It was..." she begins, voice trembling, eyes downcast. "I - he--"
But no. The words grow thick and heavy in her mouth, dying before they can be born. Clearing her throat, Amalia shakes her head, her vulnerable expression hardening off as she locks the emotions down. "It was just another Ascended. It doesn't matter. There's more important work to be done."
Rolling her shoulders in a stretch, the demigoddess looks back at Gideon with a crooked almost-smile. "Thank you for lunch - and the wake-up call. I'll speak to the others. Can you arrange a space for us to meet, and to speak to the people?"
Tell me of the situation. Truth be told, Amalia is tempted. Since that night at Sera's side - the night it all happened - Amalia hasn't spoken of Adam aloud, and the weight of it burns like an ember in her chest, begging to be expelled. She wants to get it out, and here is Gideon, the Priest who listens, and oh, the words are so close there! "It was..." she begins, voice trembling, eyes downcast. "I - he--"
But no. The words grow thick and heavy in her mouth, dying before they can be born. Clearing her throat, Amalia shakes her head, her vulnerable expression hardening off as she locks the emotions down. "It was just another Ascended. It doesn't matter. There's more important work to be done."
Rolling her shoulders in a stretch, the demigoddess looks back at Gideon with a crooked almost-smile. "Thank you for lunch - and the wake-up call. I'll speak to the others. Can you arrange a space for us to meet, and to speak to the people?"
you're breaking your own heart
