AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
It's been long enough even if it hasn't been long at all. The rumor shrouding around Sunjata and what he's supposedly done has traveled fast. It's an outrage, but Aurelia feels like she has no ground to stand on. She wants to help, wants to defend him - but with so much certainty surrounding this rumor, she's split right down the middle.
There's only so much that someone like her can say that would have any ground to stand on. She knows, deep down, that Sunjata wouldn't do that... not without reason, at least. How's she supposed to convince everyone else, especially now that the seed of doubt has been planted? She wants to see him for herself.
It's a mixture of several different purposes that brings her to the house that stands along the rocky cliffs of Aumakua. She's visited this place once or twice before, thinking back on the time she found Melita practicing with the bow. Right now, however, Aurelia has no intention of igniting or feeding the flames of a fight. She brings nothing but herself, draped in a poncho and a lit cigarette perching between her lips.
Up to the doorway she steps, rapping against the door with some small amount of urgency behind it. "Sunjata? You there? It's me..."
She hopes that she won't find him beaten and bruised. All the same, she suspects she will. Milo told her about how there were plans in motion to find the truth, and she's all too familiar with such measures. She wouldn't put it past this world to try to suffocate it out of him. Her expression is pinched with concern and worry as she steps back and awaits an answer to her knock.
There's only so much that someone like her can say that would have any ground to stand on. She knows, deep down, that Sunjata wouldn't do that... not without reason, at least. How's she supposed to convince everyone else, especially now that the seed of doubt has been planted? She wants to see him for herself.
It's a mixture of several different purposes that brings her to the house that stands along the rocky cliffs of Aumakua. She's visited this place once or twice before, thinking back on the time she found Melita practicing with the bow. Right now, however, Aurelia has no intention of igniting or feeding the flames of a fight. She brings nothing but herself, draped in a poncho and a lit cigarette perching between her lips.
Up to the doorway she steps, rapping against the door with some small amount of urgency behind it. "Sunjata? You there? It's me..."
She hopes that she won't find him beaten and bruised. All the same, she suspects she will. Milo told her about how there were plans in motion to find the truth, and she's all too familiar with such measures. She wouldn't put it past this world to try to suffocate it out of him. Her expression is pinched with concern and worry as she steps back and awaits an answer to her knock.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
