Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
The sudden warmth of Sunjata's embrace enveloped Aurelia, a comforting haven against the storm of uncertainty that had raged within her. His familiar scent - now mingled with the subtle tang of sea salt and a hint of something wild and untamed - grounded her in the present, banishing the ghosts of her past mistakes. Relief washed over her in waves, a tangible sensation that mirrored the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide.
He was alive. He was here. And despite the years of silence, their bond remained unbroken. The ease with which he held her, the strength in his arms, spoke volumes. He had not turned away, had not let her absence extinguish the flame of their friendship.
As his scars lit up with sparks of lightning, a thrill of awe coursed through her. The Sunjata she had known had become something more.
Through their intertwined bond, she felt the echoes of his emotions, a bittersweet mixture of grief and hope. The weight of the war had left its mark on his soul. Yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also a glimmer of light; hope.
The tears that welled in her eyes, were not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy and gratitude. His gentle touch, the coolness of Nate's ring against her cheek, reminded her that she was not alone.
Her gaze lingered on the faint lines etched around his eyes, the subtle tension in his shoulders. "How have you been holding up?" she asked, her voice gentle, "The twins, are they alright?" A pause, then a hesitant question, her voice barely above a whisper, "And Nate.. how is he?"
Aurelia's heart ached with a mix of hope and trepidation. She longed to hear that Nate was safe, that their little family had weathered the storm. But the shadows in Sunjata's eyes told a different story.
He was alive. He was here. And despite the years of silence, their bond remained unbroken. The ease with which he held her, the strength in his arms, spoke volumes. He had not turned away, had not let her absence extinguish the flame of their friendship.
As his scars lit up with sparks of lightning, a thrill of awe coursed through her. The Sunjata she had known had become something more.
Through their intertwined bond, she felt the echoes of his emotions, a bittersweet mixture of grief and hope. The weight of the war had left its mark on his soul. Yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also a glimmer of light; hope.
The tears that welled in her eyes, were not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy and gratitude. His gentle touch, the coolness of Nate's ring against her cheek, reminded her that she was not alone.
Her gaze lingered on the faint lines etched around his eyes, the subtle tension in his shoulders. "How have you been holding up?" she asked, her voice gentle, "The twins, are they alright?" A pause, then a hesitant question, her voice barely above a whisper, "And Nate.. how is he?"
Aurelia's heart ached with a mix of hope and trepidation. She longed to hear that Nate was safe, that their little family had weathered the storm. But the shadows in Sunjata's eyes told a different story.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
