10-18-2017, 08:40 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Under the cover of darkness, it's easy to ask Jah-Lilah these things. Whether it be the night, her demeanor, or a combination of the two, Amet doesn't know, but it seems they are on track to have all of their conversations beneath the moonlight. The red wytch diminishes the distance between them, resting her warm shoulder against his and the leather-plated stallion leans back against her. Her laughter is warm, echoing through the shadows of his lakeside home, and Amet can't help but to join in the laughter.
She catches him as he falls into regret again, fueled by his view of Sakir in the moonlit lake, and brings him back up again. His younger brother will come around, Amet knows - it may just take Iset for Sakir to do so. Leaves rustle overhead and the dragon-hide stallion twists his head to see Jah-Lilah lipping at the purple branches of the wisteria. He snorts with laughter and glances at the red mare out of the corner of his eye, "Interesting choice," he says playfully (though truthfully, the flowers are too bitter for his liking) before provoking their conversation into another direction.
The crimson soothsayer takes a few moments to answer him. Amet waits patiently - he finds that he deals with enough urgency during the daytime to succumb to it while confiding in a friend in the night. And when Jah-Lilah finally answers with crooning enthusiasm, the gilded King's heart beats more quickly and he begins to dampen with sweat. There is something terrifying in the idea of needing someone that much, but when he thinks about Ciri, it doesn't sound so bad anymore. His lips twitch upward and, despite his desire to hide the infatuation on his face, Amet knows the attempt would be futile.
"I... I do feel that way," he confesses as he thinks of his starry-eyed akmar, of the way everything else just drifts into nonexistence when she is near. She is his perfect match in every way. There is one thing, though, that he has a hard time understanding and he is afraid to shine light on it, lest it make him a bad person. "I just..." he sighs in exasperation, "I want no one else. And what if... she does? Am I selfish for wanting to be her only? Am I being naive?" It makes him nervous to consider these things, but there is something about the soothsayer that tells him he can ask these questions without being judged.
Amet
@[Jah-Lilah]