AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia would have it that Gideon was the one who didn't understand. Her hand, fixed around the hilt of her blade as she carved into the doll with intensive focus. Which might've revealed the upset this discussion had provoked. The beat of blade as it peeled away at the driftwood fastened in pace until, suddenly, she found that she was done, and that she had nicked herself on one of her fingers. Blood dribbled from the cut, although it was nothing remotely serious.
However, Gideon had an immediate retort and Aurelia found that even just his voice rising to the occasion squeezed and instigated her thinning patience. That was no way to look at it. She was trying her god damnedest (literally) to change, and his sentiments reminded her of the stain upon her own character, flung back in her face, a harsh reminder of who she really was. Her fingers clutched around the handle of her knife, her skin squishing against it until she forced herself to sheath it. She was done, anyway, shaking her head as he prattled on.
"It is that simple!" She snapped loudly, voice coming across harsher now, traveling across the sand and making a surprising amount of distance over it. "You complicate it, not the other way around. You are so stuck in the old ways, whatever-the-fuck those are, that you make no room for change - and you don't care if it's good or bad. Even normal people can be bad, can do evil things. And should we kill all of ourselves because of that?" She spat, sneered, eyes narrowing in a fury she could hardly contain. Perhaps, to him, she was not controlling it - oh, but she was. She sat there, stilled by her self-control despite the fire that fumed within her, that pushed and pulled at the literal fire in front of them. Despite the fact that all she really wanted to do was get up and walk away.
"All you know is that it's different, and that's so awful to you," Her words were practically growled out, hostile, and she suddenly sucked in a sharp breath through her nose. She glared at him but, steadied herself, voice quieting, "isn't it? You, Gideon, are afraid of the things you don't know." She scoffed, looking back down at the doll in her lap. Then, she pointed a finger to a spot at the center of her chest as she referred to herself, "You're a coward. I can see it because I was too. Was. Not anymore." She lifted her gaze back up at him, indignant.
"You don't fool me..." And as her rage subsided, as her temper calmed in its flare, she felt a pang of regret and her expression softened with this realization. However, she steeled against it. She looked away, resolved in knowing that she was right - and he was fucking wrong, damn it.
However, Gideon had an immediate retort and Aurelia found that even just his voice rising to the occasion squeezed and instigated her thinning patience. That was no way to look at it. She was trying her god damnedest (literally) to change, and his sentiments reminded her of the stain upon her own character, flung back in her face, a harsh reminder of who she really was. Her fingers clutched around the handle of her knife, her skin squishing against it until she forced herself to sheath it. She was done, anyway, shaking her head as he prattled on.
"It is that simple!" She snapped loudly, voice coming across harsher now, traveling across the sand and making a surprising amount of distance over it. "You complicate it, not the other way around. You are so stuck in the old ways, whatever-the-fuck those are, that you make no room for change - and you don't care if it's good or bad. Even normal people can be bad, can do evil things. And should we kill all of ourselves because of that?" She spat, sneered, eyes narrowing in a fury she could hardly contain. Perhaps, to him, she was not controlling it - oh, but she was. She sat there, stilled by her self-control despite the fire that fumed within her, that pushed and pulled at the literal fire in front of them. Despite the fact that all she really wanted to do was get up and walk away.
"All you know is that it's different, and that's so awful to you," Her words were practically growled out, hostile, and she suddenly sucked in a sharp breath through her nose. She glared at him but, steadied herself, voice quieting, "isn't it? You, Gideon, are afraid of the things you don't know." She scoffed, looking back down at the doll in her lap. Then, she pointed a finger to a spot at the center of her chest as she referred to herself, "You're a coward. I can see it because I was too. Was. Not anymore." She lifted her gaze back up at him, indignant.
"You don't fool me..." And as her rage subsided, as her temper calmed in its flare, she felt a pang of regret and her expression softened with this realization. However, she steeled against it. She looked away, resolved in knowing that she was right - and he was fucking wrong, damn it.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
