and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
She listens quietly, her lips twitching down and her eyebrows up, telltale expression as ever giving too much away. It sounds like a mess, but then again- "You guys have gotten through worse," the Angel murmurs, wistfully confident as she looks up to meet Remi's sea-green gaze. "You'll come through this, too."
It stings a little, to hear that they are leaving again, but this time Amalia can understand. Stormbreak, this life... It is not what she thought, not gilded and flawless but full of loneliness and expectations. So she makes it a point not to protest, smiling faintly instead. "Will your houseboat have a kitchen?" she asks, "Or will I need to pack food, when we finally have that dinner?"
It stings a little, to hear that they are leaving again, but this time Amalia can understand. Stormbreak, this life... It is not what she thought, not gilded and flawless but full of loneliness and expectations. So she makes it a point not to protest, smiling faintly instead. "Will your houseboat have a kitchen?" she asks, "Or will I need to pack food, when we finally have that dinner?"
Amalia
