Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Jack's ash flicks onto the desk and falls apart among the other ashes, his agreement raising a small quirk of her brows. Well, even if they both have blood on their hands, at least they've survived. Or else what was it all for? 'Nothing' would be far worse than... something.
But it's important to appreciate the little things in life. So she offers a small smile at his declaration that she's doin' alright. At present, she's inclined to agree with him. "Yeah, maybe. As for causing you problems, well, that's not on the agenda - for today," she drops her own ash onto the pile with a clever look, "Just ruffling a few of your feathers to remind you that I'm here." Here, if he ever needs someone to be. Well, someone like her.
She imagines there might come a day and she's not sure if she dreads that or readily awaits it.
Anyway, a small part of her enjoys seeing him get all huffy-puffy-blow-your-arse-down. It's almost endearing. Almost, if it weren't for the fact that she did believe him when he said he'd fucking kill her.
What a charming promise, from one murderer to another.
When Jack asks if she wants to take him to the tree, she stands up, pleasant surprise written all over.
"I figured I'd have to do that by myself but, hey, if you insist," she shrugs her hands with a grin, "let's go. Uh-" her gaze slides down to his penis. His wooden, whittled penis, obviously. Pervert. "-you sure that's what you're gonna hang up?"
Her arms cross and she takes another puff of her cigarette while staring at him expectantly. Think of the children, Jack. Not that she'd be able to stop him, if he's so inclined.
fin~.
But it's important to appreciate the little things in life. So she offers a small smile at his declaration that she's doin' alright. At present, she's inclined to agree with him. "Yeah, maybe. As for causing you problems, well, that's not on the agenda - for today," she drops her own ash onto the pile with a clever look, "Just ruffling a few of your feathers to remind you that I'm here." Here, if he ever needs someone to be. Well, someone like her.
She imagines there might come a day and she's not sure if she dreads that or readily awaits it.
Anyway, a small part of her enjoys seeing him get all huffy-puffy-blow-your-arse-down. It's almost endearing. Almost, if it weren't for the fact that she did believe him when he said he'd fucking kill her.
What a charming promise, from one murderer to another.
When Jack asks if she wants to take him to the tree, she stands up, pleasant surprise written all over.
"I figured I'd have to do that by myself but, hey, if you insist," she shrugs her hands with a grin, "let's go. Uh-" her gaze slides down to his penis. His wooden, whittled penis, obviously. Pervert. "-you sure that's what you're gonna hang up?"
Her arms cross and she takes another puff of her cigarette while staring at him expectantly. Think of the children, Jack. Not that she'd be able to stop him, if he's so inclined.
fin~.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
