❛ i don’t want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i’m with you, it hurts both of us. ❜ (luz to amity!) / @witchscribed
Amity is familiar with the sensation of a sudden, sharp drop -- in grudgby it always came with a moment of exhilaration before the ground came rushing up, a thrill and a satisfying ending. In facing her siblings, metaphorically, it was always something frustrating and needling -- and in facing her family, when her stomach would fall out, it was sickly and aching. The fruition of a prophecy of failure she would never escape no matter how she tried.
Her thoughts have always moved the quickest out of any part of her; Amity is already flying through her internal monologue -- this isn't happening, this isn't real, what has she done wrong this time, was her mother right about her all along -- ? Her breath catches in her throat and old instincts come back to clench her windpipe and fists against the panic. Shut it down, Blight. This is why we don't associate with others, Amity, you know this --
Typically this is when she finds solace in the dark, shrouded corners of her heart. Don't feel anything and you might have a chance at perfect. But those shadows are gone, burned away in the direct sunlight that is, that has been, Luz Noceda. Because sure, there's her mother's voice, but there's Luz's too -- golden bright, constantly awed, calling her an awesome girlfriend.
❝ No. ❞ Amity's voice is firm and when she balls her hands into fists, she doesn't dig her nails into the flesh of her palms. She's stronger than that, now. She's grown -- because of Luz. ❝ If you really mean that, like really mean it, say it again. I'll believe you. But you need to look me in the eye and make me believe it. ❞
