born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
"But that's still shining." Amalia half-smiles, shifting so that her cheek is on her palm. She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, like the fact that he can be luminous simply makes sense- and to her, it does. She wants to wrap her arms around him, or to turn on a light, or start a fire, but all she manages is a tighter squeeze on his clammy hand. "I'm not afraid of your monsters. They can't get on the boat."
There's sweat on her neck, making her hair cling to her face, and despite the blanket tucked above her shoulders the occasional shiver still racks her narrow frame. Too tired to realize what's happening and desperately eager for warmth, she hums a low note into the fraction of space that lingers between herself and Finn as he brings his forehead against hers. "What's your fault?" Amalia murmurs, her breath hot and sticky, eyes still closed. Unthinkingly she presses closer, until their shins touch beneath the blanket, skin burning on skin. "I can hear the sky singing. I'm going to dream about stars."
There's sweat on her neck, making her hair cling to her face, and despite the blanket tucked above her shoulders the occasional shiver still racks her narrow frame. Too tired to realize what's happening and desperately eager for warmth, she hums a low note into the fraction of space that lingers between herself and Finn as he brings his forehead against hers. "What's your fault?" Amalia murmurs, her breath hot and sticky, eyes still closed. Unthinkingly she presses closer, until their shins touch beneath the blanket, skin burning on skin. "I can hear the sky singing. I'm going to dream about stars."
shield of safrin
