eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia smirks at the jest, at the request of getting her words in writing. She snorts and shakes her head, reaching for the glass of whiskey. "Not sure that my word will account for much here," she replies quietly, before taking a hefty swig. The taste is dark and sharp against her senses, bringing more life to them, but she's not sure if she likes it as a shudder runs through her entire body. "Whew! Still gotta get used to that..." she mutters, clearing her throat.
If there's a bubble in the space they've created, Aurelia hardly notices this fact. She can appreciate the heart of it, of this conversation and situation and the sheer gravity it's all taken, but... she doesn't feel acutely aware of it, either. Deep sentiments seem to be her thing, which lends itself to this feeling more natural than not for her.
As for what Wessex has been through specifically? Aurelia doesn't know, and maybe she doesn't care to. Clearly this lady has seen some shit. Whether that's clear in her countenance, in the way she carries herself, in the way she seems so blase in the face of imminent dangers and unfathomable possibilities, or simply in the way she so casually regards them... the impression is made on Aurelia that there would likely be nothing that would surprise this woman. That, she can appreciate. She can also appreciate the sentiment of trying to balance out what she's done.
"It's not easy..." she comments, "there's always going to be some part of me that thinks... it's never going to really be enough." She frowns and looks up at Wessex's face more sharply, getting a hunch that she might understand that feeling.
As for what Aurelia's home was like? She chuckles and leans back, looking down at her fingers as she wiggles them about, trying to get that circulation back. "It was... not like this, at all," she begins, "the world itself was a harsher place. The weather, the animals... the elements.. it was all, out to get you, in a way," she mulls over the memories of it, somehow feeling a longing for it that she can't quite understand because she truly is happier in Torchline. "So people built cities underground. I guess.. we were kind of like ants, building our colonies, gathering resources from the top and bringing them back down," the comparison is a bit crude, but she's hoping it will make sense, "but it was terrible. It wasn't a good place to live, to exist. It... made me into something I shouldn't have been." She grits her teeth, brows pressing together, before she sighs. "I've learned a lot of the things I was taught were wrong, since coming here. It's... still strange, getting used to everything, even though I've been here for almost a year already."
"Anyway," she sucks in a short breath and raises her brows at Wessex, "what about you?"
If there's a bubble in the space they've created, Aurelia hardly notices this fact. She can appreciate the heart of it, of this conversation and situation and the sheer gravity it's all taken, but... she doesn't feel acutely aware of it, either. Deep sentiments seem to be her thing, which lends itself to this feeling more natural than not for her.
As for what Wessex has been through specifically? Aurelia doesn't know, and maybe she doesn't care to. Clearly this lady has seen some shit. Whether that's clear in her countenance, in the way she carries herself, in the way she seems so blase in the face of imminent dangers and unfathomable possibilities, or simply in the way she so casually regards them... the impression is made on Aurelia that there would likely be nothing that would surprise this woman. That, she can appreciate. She can also appreciate the sentiment of trying to balance out what she's done.
"It's not easy..." she comments, "there's always going to be some part of me that thinks... it's never going to really be enough." She frowns and looks up at Wessex's face more sharply, getting a hunch that she might understand that feeling.
As for what Aurelia's home was like? She chuckles and leans back, looking down at her fingers as she wiggles them about, trying to get that circulation back. "It was... not like this, at all," she begins, "the world itself was a harsher place. The weather, the animals... the elements.. it was all, out to get you, in a way," she mulls over the memories of it, somehow feeling a longing for it that she can't quite understand because she truly is happier in Torchline. "So people built cities underground. I guess.. we were kind of like ants, building our colonies, gathering resources from the top and bringing them back down," the comparison is a bit crude, but she's hoping it will make sense, "but it was terrible. It wasn't a good place to live, to exist. It... made me into something I shouldn't have been." She grits her teeth, brows pressing together, before she sighs. "I've learned a lot of the things I was taught were wrong, since coming here. It's... still strange, getting used to everything, even though I've been here for almost a year already."
"Anyway," she sucks in a short breath and raises her brows at Wessex, "what about you?"
Aurelia
