Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Milo taking all of this information in stride is a welcome relief. Aurelia's chest ripples with a small laugh at his notion of 'evil donuts', wondering what that would look like. "No, I have to protect all of donutkind because they're defenseless and tasty, and everyone wants to eat them," she remarks in earnest, even furrowing her brows slightly, "they're truly vulnerable."
Her eyes narrow from a happy smile that follows him standing up to meet her. A quiet chuckle hums out as he wraps his arm around her and she reaches up to rest her hands against his chest, but then to gladly snatch up the donuts because oh yeah! That's what we're doing.
"Okay, but I'm warning you," she arches her brows, "I won't go easy on you just because you're my boyfriend. Donuts were my first love, and there's just no competing with that." With a grin, she pulls gently away and uses a motion with her hand to direct him to stand at the edge of the island. "You start there..." she makes her way towards the center, placing the bag of donuts gingerly down in the sand.
Turning to take a few long strides towards him, allowing for plenty of space between her and the donuts, she stands guard. With a rather proud confidence, by the way; arms at her hips once more, chin lifted, smirk on her face. She strikes no pose, yet she emanates readiness anyhow. "Gimme your best shot, baby."
Her eyes narrow from a happy smile that follows him standing up to meet her. A quiet chuckle hums out as he wraps his arm around her and she reaches up to rest her hands against his chest, but then to gladly snatch up the donuts because oh yeah! That's what we're doing.
"Okay, but I'm warning you," she arches her brows, "I won't go easy on you just because you're my boyfriend. Donuts were my first love, and there's just no competing with that." With a grin, she pulls gently away and uses a motion with her hand to direct him to stand at the edge of the island. "You start there..." she makes her way towards the center, placing the bag of donuts gingerly down in the sand.
Turning to take a few long strides towards him, allowing for plenty of space between her and the donuts, she stands guard. With a rather proud confidence, by the way; arms at her hips once more, chin lifted, smirk on her face. She strikes no pose, yet she emanates readiness anyhow. "Gimme your best shot, baby."
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
