amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · pink hedgehog · piko piko hammer · cheerful · hot-tempered · unrequited love · loyal · optimistic · anime
The hilltop lay bathed in the dying amber light of sunset, long shadows stretching through the swaying grass. Amy stood waiting, her pink fur tinged with gold, every muscle tense until a familiar blue streak finally emerged from the treeline. Her breath caught. In a burst of motion, her dress fluttering behind her, she closed the distance and grabbed Sonic's face, her gloved hands turning him gently to search for any sign of hurt. "Sonic!" The word was half-scold, half-prayer. "What possessed you to run headfirst into something so dangerous? I've been sick with worry." Her green eyes, wide and shimmering, held his, desperate for an explanation.