Recent content by Amorea Delarosa

The religious power of Cortos

Even in this world the word love didn't land very often. Amore felt it resonate within her very soul, and with his words echoing in her ears the illumination of her figure seemed even brighter. Love she only knew as an aspect of her Faith. Love for her Church, Love for the Sunfather, Love for...

The flustering nature of it all was terrifying and frustrating all at once - to have no control or idea of how to approach it. Perhaps she might've had more grace if she could but see him, but in her state within such unfamiliar territory Amore could only let things happen. She waited in...

As if she could not blush any more violently, he proved her wrong. There was something curiously discomforting about this closeness to him that made her acutely aware of how wrong it was. Perhaps it was the change in his tone - one that he'd used perhaps a handful of times before but only in...

As soon as they connected she felt everything return. Like the sunlight hidden behind heavy clouds returning to brilliance as they passed by in the winds. Every new point of touch seemed to engender a glowing warmth, and all those small moments shared between them over the last year played...

And just as quickly that sensation of warmth within her died away, too. It seemed to vanish with that of his closeness and she suddenly felt colder for the effort. Amore fretted over the loss of it that Kishou's excitement was momentarily unheard. "My ...skin?" the hand that had been tucked in...

Amore barely registered the shift of the man over her for as lost in the blooming emotion of feeling for him as she'd become. It wasn't until his lips parted from her that she realized it, and without even a moment to consider before he alighted upon her again with the gentlest kiss. She felt...

When he didn't respond she worried that she'd overstepped or misread so many things. Unknown cultural lines. Hints of affection or strained wanting. The closeness they'd grown between them. Had she really been so wrong about everything? Was she truly so oblivious to this aspect of human...

The sense of trepidation compounded under the squeeze of his arms, filling Amore with a form of worrying fear the likes of which she hadn't felt in many years. It was the same sensation she remembered on the night of a mission that had gone horribly wrong. One she had felt certain she would not...

"Kishou!" she hissed at the man, brows raised in shock as she pulled his hand from her face, "Such language..." but she was smirking, and tried not very hard at all to hid the expression behind his hand that she now held against the mattress between them. If he had voiced his thoughts on the...

Amore chuckled, "That's a very obtuse estimate," not that she really felt that she needed a better answer. Though it was difficult to keep a handle on the passage of time when one could hardly keep track of the day. That sort of sense seemed to have gone with her eyesight. Hours sometimes felt...

The smell of sake was so poignant. Bitter yet sweet, the smoothness of its taste disguising the sting of the swallow. There was nothing quite like it in Cortos, not even their whiskey. Amore shared the bottle with Kishou until they had drank the bottle dry and folded into the mattress, content...

The first time Kishou had wrapped his arms around her had been cause for a very discomforted Priestess. Now it was a welcome comfort from her dear, inebriated friend. Despite him being not of her home in Cortos, it somehow felt a bit like home to be there. She was reminded of her courtyard...

"Hm," she wasn't sure she felt entirely confident in this train of thought. Maki did not sound like someone who would entertain being asked over and over again for something she denied. Amore was not a person who was willing to overstep her welcome or her bounds. Besides, the longer they stayed...

"So she ... sees your as your soul, its colors and shape as recognizeable as a familiar face," Amore's brow furrowed in thought on that, "as unique as a thumbprint." Amore's movements stilled as she heard the whisper of robes over the floor when he moved closer, felt Kishou's hands fold over...