Aurelia
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
like I'm close to something real
like I'm close to something real
Aurelia doesn't need to be told twice. She makes her way up the ladder with a little difficulty but, she's glad to see Milo once she does. Even if he's.. unexpectedly unclothed. If anything, this discovery makes her smile a little wider.
"Just how I like ya," she remarks flirtatiously, eyeing him without trying to hide it as he reaches out to take her backpack. "Careful- it's .. sort of fragile." Once he does take it, he'll be able to hear the swish of liquid in a glass bottle.
Aurelia's not super talented at giving gifts or creating a build-up for them. Most of the time, if she got something for someone, she just kind of.. gave it to them immediately. No fancy occasion needed, no wrapping, no extra flavor. She was trying to do the opposite now, instead of telling him 'go ahead and take a look'. So she bites her tongue and ponders on how to properly present the gifts. Her eyes distractedly trace along the toned muscles of his back as she follows him into the main room.
She might have taken a moment to glance around but, she catches sight of the red marks on his arms. Concern, even if mild, contorts the relaxed expression on her face. She sets down the fresh fruit on a nearby surface. "Hey- Milo," she reaches out to pull him back over by the waistline of his pants, "what happened to your arms?" Her free fingers barely touch the painful-looking splotches to point them out. A dark eyebrow and attentive green eyes raise up at him.
"Just how I like ya," she remarks flirtatiously, eyeing him without trying to hide it as he reaches out to take her backpack. "Careful- it's .. sort of fragile." Once he does take it, he'll be able to hear the swish of liquid in a glass bottle.
Aurelia's not super talented at giving gifts or creating a build-up for them. Most of the time, if she got something for someone, she just kind of.. gave it to them immediately. No fancy occasion needed, no wrapping, no extra flavor. She was trying to do the opposite now, instead of telling him 'go ahead and take a look'. So she bites her tongue and ponders on how to properly present the gifts. Her eyes distractedly trace along the toned muscles of his back as she follows him into the main room.
She might have taken a moment to glance around but, she catches sight of the red marks on his arms. Concern, even if mild, contorts the relaxed expression on her face. She sets down the fresh fruit on a nearby surface. "Hey- Milo," she reaches out to pull him back over by the waistline of his pants, "what happened to your arms?" Her free fingers barely touch the painful-looking splotches to point them out. A dark eyebrow and attentive green eyes raise up at him.
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
somewhere to belong
somewhere to belong
code credits go to Skylark!<3
