Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Deimos' words hit Aurelia like a cold splash of water, a stark reminder that even years of scrapping and surviving couldn't replace proper training. Her shoulders tensed, a familiar knot of frustration forming in her gut. She'd always been good on her feet, quick and agile, but damn if he wasn't right. She was holding herself back, her posture all hunched up like a scared rabbit.
She watched him move, the way he held the sword, the subtle shifts in his weight, the power coiled in his every muscle. It was like watching a goddamn ballet, except with a deadly weapon instead of a tutu. Years of practice, of discipline, were etched into his every move.
Aurelia took a deep breath, trying to loosen the knots in her shoulders, to straighten her spine like he'd shown her. The sword felt different in her grip, less like a burden and more like an extension of her own will.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice rougher than she intended. It was a small change, a tweak in her posture, but it felt like trying to rewire her whole body.
She watched him move, the way he held the sword, the subtle shifts in his weight, the power coiled in his every muscle. It was like watching a goddamn ballet, except with a deadly weapon instead of a tutu. Years of practice, of discipline, were etched into his every move.
Aurelia took a deep breath, trying to loosen the knots in her shoulders, to straighten her spine like he'd shown her. The sword felt different in her grip, less like a burden and more like an extension of her own will.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice rougher than she intended. It was a small change, a tweak in her posture, but it felt like trying to rewire her whole body.
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
