#amelia support

[cursedbybirth]

Amelia had been idly wandering camp, various thoughts on her mind, and right before she would have ran into someone she immediately stopped. Looking up she noticed that it was Robin, and she froze momentarily. She hadn't had a true conversation with the man, but figured it in order. "O-oh! Sorry!" She said backing up a step. "Robin, hello." The real question now was just how to initiate anything proper.

Robin was lost in thought himself. He was trying to figure out the best way to spend the money he had in order to get new tomes and buy some healing items as well. Should he get something for some of the others?

He blinked in surprised, taking a step backwards when Amelia almost walked right into him. For a moment he blanked on who she was but then it came to him. This was the woman that Morgan was with. He shook his head at her, giving Amelia a smile.

"It’s alright. You didn’t actually knock me over. You are Amelia correct? I am glad you almost ran into me. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you."

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Wounded || Sumia & Amelia

For the librarian meme, "The gash on the left forearm was still seeping blood." pg. 200, A Kiss of Shadows

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Sumia let out a hiss as she looked at her arm. It has been cut pretty deep by a rock as she tumbled down the mountain side. She had seen the other girl around. They both had ended up running from...bandits. Yes bandits.

Sumia wasn't entirely certain how they ended up falling over the side of a cliff nor how they managed to survive. She could see the girl away from her and she looked alive. Sumia winced as she touched the gash on her arm. This wasn't good.

"Do you need help," she called out, hoping the girl was alright.

[morganthetactician]

♜: Shoulder rubs

Morgan hummed softly when he felt Amelia’s hands gently apply pressure to his shoulders. It caught him a bit by surprise granted. Partly because he thought she was still sleeping, and partly because he didn’t know Amelia was ever the sort to give shoulder rubs. It was one of the few forms of tender affection she hadn’t shown Morgan…until now, of course. He closed his eyes and smiled for a moment before turning in his chair to face her.

The tactician’s eyelids slowly retracted as he spoke to her, smiling. “I hope I didn’t wake you up. I know I usually stay snuggled with you, but I wanted to do some writing in my memory book. I had a lot to write you know, what with missing a month, and then last night.” He stood up briefly to kiss her cheek before putting the quill back in the inkpot, moving back over to the bed, and motioning for her to sit down with him.

"You have a good sense of timing as usual, Amelia. I just finished this entry." Morgan kept the journal open as he figured she might want to look at what he had written. He chuckled a bit. "You know something, that’s the first time you’ve ever rubbed my shoulders like that. It was kinda nice. My shoulders do get a bit tensed up when I’m writing after all." Reading was a different story, of course. He was much more relaxed in general whenever reading, especially in the company of someone else. But writing always seemed to make his muscles stiffen a bit, maybe because he was always so concentrated on just what it was he was writing.

[morganthetactician]

Slipping Away (Morgan and Amelia)

Except for meal times, no one had seen Morgan for an entire week. For some reason, he had simply disappeared into his room alone for so long. For the entire day, he would just stay there. He addressed no one, he didn't speak unless spoken to (and that only happened once or twice because everyone was being so careful around the now-seemingly fragile boy), and didn't even go out to see any of his friends...or his girlfriend who he, before, seemingly couldn't stop talking about. Of course, no one could blame him. His mother's sudden disappearance had been hard on him, as it would be on anyone. But everyone was becoming increasingly worried that it might be hurting him more than it would the average person...

No one was quite sure what was going on in that mind of his, and Morgan never spoke about it. Whenever someone went into check up on him, he was always curled up under his covers, angry, or sobbing, or just expressionless. He was like the latter of those three currently. He just stared at the door, but wasn't expecting anyone to come in, and if anyone did, his blank face probably wouldn't change. It seemed like this had broken Morgan, completely...and the optimistic, cheerful young boy everyone knew and had grown to appreciate was slipping away, a hollow version of himself taking his place.

[morganthetactician]

"I'm Coming Home" ( five years)

Morgan froze. His heart was pounding as if it were ready to burst but he couldn’t move, at first. That voicemail…had he heard it right? Was it true? If he could somehow move his arms, he might have pressed play again to make sure he wasn’t mistaken or dreaming, but he couldn’t find the strength to move. All he could manage right now was to cry. Tears sprang to his right eye, then to his left. He let a couple of them escape until finally Morgan forced himself to listen to it again.

Somehow Morgan managed to muster the strength to hear it again. That voice though…there was no mistaking it. He had heard right…and this was very real. Even with the background noise, Morgan had heard it clearly. His hands and legs trembled and gave way to his weight. The raven-haired young man collapsed to the floor, his eyesight drowned out by the tears that spilled from them now. He didn’t know how to react…except how he was reacting now. This was all he could manage to do.

[morganthetactician]

Movie Night (Morgan and Amelia)

Morgan held the shopping bag in his hands as he stepped out of the car, closing the door on his side. He observed the contents once more and grinned. Once he'd moved over to Amelia's side of the car and opened the door for her, he told her "We made good time, it hasn't started to melt yet. We better get these in the freezer soon though." Morgan bowed and chuckled, waiting for Amelia to step out of the car.

Morgan could barely contain his excitement. It wasn't even quite 5 in the evening yet, and he was going to get to spend the whole evening and part of the day tomorrow with Amelia. Wreck-It Ralph, along with ice cream mixed with brownie pieces, was foremost on the agenda tonight, but he had no idea what they'd do the rest of the time. He didn't care though, as long as it was with her. Maybe, if he could manage to muster the courage this time...well...maybe he should take small steps. After all, there was Homecoming coming up soon...maybe he could...well...he'd figure it out as he went along.

[morganthetactician]

A Week To Remember (Amelia and Morgan)

They had been in Grado for a little while now, the date of the ball was quickly approaching, and honestly, Amelia felt a bit antsier as the days continued. She was having so much fun with Morgan, all the laughter, all the time spent in a comfortable companionship, she wished it wouldn’t end. However, with this much time together… She felt the need to tell him how she felt about him. How he made her feel like she was on cloud nine. 

Maybe she was a little crazy, they hadn’t known each other for too long of a time, a few months in total, but she almost couldn’t imagine her life without him. It’d be dull honestly.

She’d taken him to the prettiest part of Silva, the dead middle of the orchard, with enough intent to attempt this. “Morgan- I…” Her heart rate sped up, and she felt so scared. What was her motivation again? Gods, she had it right when she was talking with Selena. 

"I-I!" Her hands felt clammy, she was so close to home, but she hadn’t felt her stomach go this crazy for a long time. "love- I love!" From there her language switched, she was no longer speaking the universal language, but instead the one native to Grado.  "I love you, but my mouth won’t cooperate in the tongue we both speak. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you."

Morgan couldn't even begin to measure how much he'd been enjoying all the time he'd been spending with Amelia. He just knew that he'd been enjoying it immensely. He had been seeing so much of Grado since Amelia had brought him here, and he always loved being in her company. She made him happy in a way he couldn't explain. In fact, as the days passed, he got even more of a sense of this feeling that...he couldn't quite identify because it was foreign to him. Morgan wondered more and more each day what this feeling was.

It was times like these when he felt more peaceful then he ever could've imagined. Just sitting with Amelia, right now in the middle of the orchard in her hometown of Silva. He'd grown to like the town, and the town had seemed to grow to like him...or most of the residents had, anyways. It made Morgan really happy. Amelia had seemed really serious about what she was about to say.

When she said she loved, Morgan smiled that ever-innocent, ever-positive smile of his. "Well I should certainly hope so. After all, if you don't love, you'd hardly be human, much less the wonderful person you are, Amelia." His eyes widened when she spoke in a tongue that he didn't recognize or understand at all. He blinked, trying to gather his thoughts. "Uhm...Amelia? That language...what was it? I mean it sounds beautiful...very much so actually, but I don't know what any of that means..."

[morganthetactician]

"And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise. Ever."

Morgan smiled at the knight-in-training. “Okay then…I guess it’s a forever sort-of promise. The best kind. Friends!” The tactician pinky-swore with Amelia. He’d only met Amelia a short time ago, but he was really getting along with her quite well. She was sweet and perhaps a bit shy, but had a toughness underneath all that, one that Morgan was sure would make her an admirable knight one day. “But if we’re gonna be friends always, you’re gonna have to get along get along with my twin. But don’t worry, I think you and Morgana will get along just fine!”