Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
The simplicity of his words, their unwavering truth, struck a chord within Aurelia. Life had taught her the harsh realities of survival, the primal instinct to fight for one's life, regardless of perceived worthiness. The blade, a gift from Safrin, was not a symbol of divine favor, but a tool; a means to an end. With a quiet nod, she pulled it from its sheath.
Aurelia's stance, while rooted in the fundamentals of combat, betrayed her lack of formal sword training. Her feet were planted firmly, shoulder-width apart, offering a solid base. Her knees were slightly bent, ready to spring into action. Her grip on the sword's hilt was firm, knuckles growing white with tension, but her shoulders were hunched.
The blade itself was held at an awkward angle, its tip pointed slightly downwards, hindering its potential reach and power. Her posture lacked the fluidity and grace of a seasoned swordsman. There was a subtle stiffness in her movements, a hesitancy that betrayed her inexperience with the weapon.
Aurelia's emerald gaze remained fixed on Deimos. She held her breath, every muscle taut, as if bracing for a blow.
Aurelia's stance, while rooted in the fundamentals of combat, betrayed her lack of formal sword training. Her feet were planted firmly, shoulder-width apart, offering a solid base. Her knees were slightly bent, ready to spring into action. Her grip on the sword's hilt was firm, knuckles growing white with tension, but her shoulders were hunched.
The blade itself was held at an awkward angle, its tip pointed slightly downwards, hindering its potential reach and power. Her posture lacked the fluidity and grace of a seasoned swordsman. There was a subtle stiffness in her movements, a hesitancy that betrayed her inexperience with the weapon.
Aurelia's emerald gaze remained fixed on Deimos. She held her breath, every muscle taut, as if bracing for a blow.
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
