Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
It isn't the most impressive island, a patch of sand in a sea of blue. Even so, as she looks out at the coast, she wears a triumphant smile. With not a cloud in sight, the sun shines down over Torchline. It wasn't so long ago that she'd lost track of its motions to the darkness of Longnight. She's glad it's back. Pieces are falling into place, everything is back into full swing.
A plan has already been set into motion, though it all rests on Milo's shoulders at this point. The line of her brow wrinkles as she wonders if he saw her note at all, or if he would show. Maybe she should've just brought him along, dragged him out into the ocean herself. Again. Unfortunately, however, their lives don't totally revolve around one another. Goods need smuggling, wilds need seeing, gods need praying, and captains need their crews.
So she waits on her island of one, looking for familiar red hair and its matching crooked grin. Toes sink into warm sand as a breeze chills her dampened shirt. She's not wearing much more than that and swim shorts (of a sort. read: idk what they wear here). She wouldn't need anything more for this.
A plan has already been set into motion, though it all rests on Milo's shoulders at this point. The line of her brow wrinkles as she wonders if he saw her note at all, or if he would show. Maybe she should've just brought him along, dragged him out into the ocean herself. Again. Unfortunately, however, their lives don't totally revolve around one another. Goods need smuggling, wilds need seeing, gods need praying, and captains need their crews.
So she waits on her island of one, looking for familiar red hair and its matching crooked grin. Toes sink into warm sand as a breeze chills her dampened shirt. She's not wearing much more than that and swim shorts (of a sort. read: idk what they wear here). She wouldn't need anything more for this.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
