Aurelia
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
like I'm close to something real
like I'm close to something real
Milo's laugh is enough to bring a smile to her face, small as it may be. She wanted to be present in this moment with him, so even if she's not physically leaning on him, melting into him, and holding on tightly - like her muscles are begging to - she is depending on him for strength. Everything he does, even his existence alone, is a calming reminder that she is here, not there; that she's far, far away from any kind of danger.
Mildew's warnings echo in her mind. The time she'd spent with her is a blur of jungles and fatigue and a sort of haze surrounding their time in the hut. All except for the words of wisdom and promise. Those had struck a chord within her. There will be more dangers ahead, worse than the kind she's left behind. Aurelia knows it - and not just because of Mildew's fortune. She can feel it in her soul, can feel its guard rising at the thought that the future isn't promised.
That's why she must give in to moments like these, to make her time here count... for something.
So she tries and she does. When Milo unwraps his gift, she spots him place the note somewhere for safekeeping. The gesture and the soft smile-turned-grin on his face make her heart swell, because she'd put it into this gift, and all she'd wanted was for it to mean something to him. Something that, if he was ever feeling alone, he might look down at it and be reminded of a time when he wasn't.
Maybe it would bring that same smile to his face, to his days. Milo was a light among so much darkness. Maybe she couldn't be that for him, not truly, not yet - and she certainly couldn't promise to always be here - but maybe.. this simple thing.. might help in those times when she can't. Even if it's only a fraction of the way he's already helping her.
And he probably doesn't even realize it, the goof.
Aurelia meets him halfway, her hand wrapping around the relaxed muscle on his arm. His kiss against her forehead coaxes a sigh of relief from her lips. When he moves to meet them with his own, she brings her hands up to his jawline and pulls him into a much deeper, unnecessarily passionate, kiss. Everything slows down so they can relish the moment, brief as it really is. Then the kiss is broken and they're snapped out of it and he's thanking her. Her hands move to happily tie the bracelet around his wrist, gaze dipping from his to concentrate.
"There's, um," she clears her throat to explain more earnestly, "there's a lot more cord than you might think, if you ever need it in a pinch. Ten feet of it, to be exact. But, hopefully you'll never even need to take it off." She smiles softly up at him, the bracelet now fastened with a secure knot. Compulsively, she circles it around his wrist so that the seaglass is face-up.
Her gaze focuses on the large box that he gestures toward and an excited curiosity takes the place of more tender sentiments.
The fabric on the box is so fine that she almost doesn't even want to open it. For a moment, she doesn't, she hesitates, she appreciates the look of it. "I wonder what it is..." adept fingers begin to unravel the twine, and she grins over at Milo before she really gets into it, "Aha! I know! Donuts."
Her grin fades into peak interest as she removes the top of the box to behold the beautiful weapons within. Her eager motions slow way down, and for a moment it's all she can do to stare down in shock. Fierce, bladed tonfas shine with an iridescent accent.
"Wh-" Her gaze is a frenzied mixture of emotions as furrowed brows direct it towards Milo, "How did you-?" There's a lot of ways she could end the sentence. Instead, she simply turns back to the weapons.
With the initial shock being over, she already knows what to do. She reaches down for the handles, to pull the twin weapons from the box and hold them along her arms. It takes her only a moment of adjusting to get the angle right. She might've never had any weapons quite like these but, something about how they feel on her... as if they're an extension of herself.
Once she lifts them up to really take a look at them in their proper place, she feels a surge of power. The muscles leading down into her fingers flex and her grip tightens, her stance straightening. Suddenly, the worries in the back of her mind, the dangers that loom on her horizon, the demons that haunt her - they cease to exist. In this moment, the only danger is her.
"Milo, these are... perfect."
Mildew's warnings echo in her mind. The time she'd spent with her is a blur of jungles and fatigue and a sort of haze surrounding their time in the hut. All except for the words of wisdom and promise. Those had struck a chord within her. There will be more dangers ahead, worse than the kind she's left behind. Aurelia knows it - and not just because of Mildew's fortune. She can feel it in her soul, can feel its guard rising at the thought that the future isn't promised.
That's why she must give in to moments like these, to make her time here count... for something.
So she tries and she does. When Milo unwraps his gift, she spots him place the note somewhere for safekeeping. The gesture and the soft smile-turned-grin on his face make her heart swell, because she'd put it into this gift, and all she'd wanted was for it to mean something to him. Something that, if he was ever feeling alone, he might look down at it and be reminded of a time when he wasn't.
Maybe it would bring that same smile to his face, to his days. Milo was a light among so much darkness. Maybe she couldn't be that for him, not truly, not yet - and she certainly couldn't promise to always be here - but maybe.. this simple thing.. might help in those times when she can't. Even if it's only a fraction of the way he's already helping her.
And he probably doesn't even realize it, the goof.
Aurelia meets him halfway, her hand wrapping around the relaxed muscle on his arm. His kiss against her forehead coaxes a sigh of relief from her lips. When he moves to meet them with his own, she brings her hands up to his jawline and pulls him into a much deeper, unnecessarily passionate, kiss. Everything slows down so they can relish the moment, brief as it really is. Then the kiss is broken and they're snapped out of it and he's thanking her. Her hands move to happily tie the bracelet around his wrist, gaze dipping from his to concentrate.
"There's, um," she clears her throat to explain more earnestly, "there's a lot more cord than you might think, if you ever need it in a pinch. Ten feet of it, to be exact. But, hopefully you'll never even need to take it off." She smiles softly up at him, the bracelet now fastened with a secure knot. Compulsively, she circles it around his wrist so that the seaglass is face-up.
Her gaze focuses on the large box that he gestures toward and an excited curiosity takes the place of more tender sentiments.
The fabric on the box is so fine that she almost doesn't even want to open it. For a moment, she doesn't, she hesitates, she appreciates the look of it. "I wonder what it is..." adept fingers begin to unravel the twine, and she grins over at Milo before she really gets into it, "Aha! I know! Donuts."
Her grin fades into peak interest as she removes the top of the box to behold the beautiful weapons within. Her eager motions slow way down, and for a moment it's all she can do to stare down in shock. Fierce, bladed tonfas shine with an iridescent accent.
"Wh-" Her gaze is a frenzied mixture of emotions as furrowed brows direct it towards Milo, "How did you-?" There's a lot of ways she could end the sentence. Instead, she simply turns back to the weapons.
With the initial shock being over, she already knows what to do. She reaches down for the handles, to pull the twin weapons from the box and hold them along her arms. It takes her only a moment of adjusting to get the angle right. She might've never had any weapons quite like these but, something about how they feel on her... as if they're an extension of herself.
Once she lifts them up to really take a look at them in their proper place, she feels a surge of power. The muscles leading down into her fingers flex and her grip tightens, her stance straightening. Suddenly, the worries in the back of her mind, the dangers that loom on her horizon, the demons that haunt her - they cease to exist. In this moment, the only danger is her.
"Milo, these are... perfect."
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
somewhere to belong
somewhere to belong
code credits go to Skylark!<3
