Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia's eyes followed Sunjata's playful manipulation of the water, a subtle display of power that sent a shiver of awe down her spine. Even in this lighthearted moment, she couldn't help but sense the immense strength that flowed through him, a testament to his transformation into a demigod. Her curiosity piqued, she watched with a playful wariness as he summoned a stream of water into his hand, its shimmering surface reflecting the vibrant colors of the setting sun.
Her playful suspicion turned to surprise as the water suddenly wrapped around her, a gentle yet firm embrace that pulled her closer to Sunjata. A startled yelp escaped her lips, but it quickly dissolved into a soft laugh as she found herself enveloped in another of his warm hugs. Her arms instinctively reached out, finding purchase around his waist, and she leaned into him, a sense of comfort and familiarity washing over her.
When he asked about her plans, she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with a mix of honesty and vulnerability.
"Honestly?" Aurelia began, her voice soft and laced with a touch of vulnerability. "I'm not sure. I hadn't really thought about it beyond coming back here." She looked out at the vast expanse of the ocean, its endless horizon a mirror of her own uncertain future.
"Torchline... it still feels like home, in a way. But so much has changed. Jack wants nothing to do with me, Melita is... well, she's hard to read sometimes but I didn't exactly get a warm welcome," Her voice caught in her throat, the weight of loss pressing down on her, "Milo's gone... Maeve... even you-- my best friend's not there anymore."
She turned back to Sunjata, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I feel... adrift. Untethered. I don't know where I belong anymore."
A fragile silence settled between them, the only sound the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore. Aurelia's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of her confession heavy on her heart.
"But I'm trying, and I'm not giving up," she murmured, trying to find strength in her voice but failing.
Her playful suspicion turned to surprise as the water suddenly wrapped around her, a gentle yet firm embrace that pulled her closer to Sunjata. A startled yelp escaped her lips, but it quickly dissolved into a soft laugh as she found herself enveloped in another of his warm hugs. Her arms instinctively reached out, finding purchase around his waist, and she leaned into him, a sense of comfort and familiarity washing over her.
When he asked about her plans, she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with a mix of honesty and vulnerability.
"Honestly?" Aurelia began, her voice soft and laced with a touch of vulnerability. "I'm not sure. I hadn't really thought about it beyond coming back here." She looked out at the vast expanse of the ocean, its endless horizon a mirror of her own uncertain future.
"Torchline... it still feels like home, in a way. But so much has changed. Jack wants nothing to do with me, Melita is... well, she's hard to read sometimes but I didn't exactly get a warm welcome," Her voice caught in her throat, the weight of loss pressing down on her, "Milo's gone... Maeve... even you-- my best friend's not there anymore."
She turned back to Sunjata, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I feel... adrift. Untethered. I don't know where I belong anymore."
A fragile silence settled between them, the only sound the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore. Aurelia's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of her confession heavy on her heart.
"But I'm trying, and I'm not giving up," she murmured, trying to find strength in her voice but failing.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
