Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
A relieved smile softens her expression at the little puff from Aidon. He's a striking creature, and though his features remind her of a much more frightening moment in her life, Aurelia's worked hard at allowing herself to experience new things; to replace those memories with something better. So, to bid him farewell, she gives him a gentle little pat-pat on the bridge of his nose.
With a wary side-eye towards Maeve, she retreats to the kitchen and sets to work. Though she does pause and glance back at Maeve with a reassuring smile, letting it reach her eyes for once - and finding that easier than she initially expected. "I.." assumed that's what our promise meant, is what she means to say in this moment. But her gaze falters and so do her words, all confidence abandoning her, and she's disappointed in herself for that. With a small breath, she says demurely, "You don't have to thank me, this is... where I want to be."
At least fish and rice don't take very long to cook, and since she's got all of her dishes cooking simultaneously, it'll be done fast. It's also not the first time she's cooked it, so she tries to focus on seasoning it well. Not too much, not too little. Though there are a few times where she furrows her brow and looks as if she's struggling. Sometimes rice goes flying. No big deal. She does stress over whether Maeve will like it, or be able to handle it on her stomach. Had she made the right choice of what to prepare?
Probably not.
Yeesh.
Anyway, Maeve's answering her question as she's testing the rice. "Perfect.." She murmurs to herself, of the consistency. Her gaze flashes back up as she chews on a mouthful of it.
"A.. tumbleweed attacked him?" She asks incredulously, "Do you mean.. a normal tumbleweed?" Her head cocks to one side, the motion almost dog-like in nature.
As she awaits the explanation, she sets up two plates. And.. after a moment's hesitation, she puts some of the leftover fish into a bowl and does her best to juggle those over to the couch. With the plates and bowl balanced precariously, she leans toward Maeve in an attempt to hand her one of the plates, "Little help?"
"This one's for... Aidon...?" She says of the bowl, "That's his name, right?"
With a wary side-eye towards Maeve, she retreats to the kitchen and sets to work. Though she does pause and glance back at Maeve with a reassuring smile, letting it reach her eyes for once - and finding that easier than she initially expected. "I.." assumed that's what our promise meant, is what she means to say in this moment. But her gaze falters and so do her words, all confidence abandoning her, and she's disappointed in herself for that. With a small breath, she says demurely, "You don't have to thank me, this is... where I want to be."
At least fish and rice don't take very long to cook, and since she's got all of her dishes cooking simultaneously, it'll be done fast. It's also not the first time she's cooked it, so she tries to focus on seasoning it well. Not too much, not too little. Though there are a few times where she furrows her brow and looks as if she's struggling. Sometimes rice goes flying. No big deal. She does stress over whether Maeve will like it, or be able to handle it on her stomach. Had she made the right choice of what to prepare?
Probably not.
Yeesh.
Anyway, Maeve's answering her question as she's testing the rice. "Perfect.." She murmurs to herself, of the consistency. Her gaze flashes back up as she chews on a mouthful of it.
"A.. tumbleweed attacked him?" She asks incredulously, "Do you mean.. a normal tumbleweed?" Her head cocks to one side, the motion almost dog-like in nature.
As she awaits the explanation, she sets up two plates. And.. after a moment's hesitation, she puts some of the leftover fish into a bowl and does her best to juggle those over to the couch. With the plates and bowl balanced precariously, she leans toward Maeve in an attempt to hand her one of the plates, "Little help?"
"This one's for... Aidon...?" She says of the bowl, "That's his name, right?"
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
