AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She's leaning over her equipment when Milo asks her why, which is expected, and so is his panic. She feels worse for that than the actual pain she's inflicted on Rigby. Her gaze hovers up to meet the bronze of his eyes but she doesn't offer an answer, lips drawn tightly shut.
Of course, Rigby answers and she finds that his answer combined with the look on Milo's face quells her temper as guilt more officially sets to take its place. "I don't hate you, you absolute child," she grumbles, not that it'll mean much. She turns away to find the rum and cigarettes kept in cupboards or drawers, finding a small glass as well.
When she returns, she puts the glass into Rigby's hand and shoves the cigarette between his lips. Then, Aurelia reaches inward for her power and sets the cherry ablaze in a roaring flash of more flame than is necessary. If a bit of it sears the ends of Rigby's hair, so be it, but it's gone as soon as it's there.
"I could've left you there," she remarks quietly, though her coldness is gone now, still feeling the warmth of her own flames as they beckon within her. But she doesn't heed it, lifts her chin, and states more curt, "So.. quit whining. It won't do you any good." She would know, having been through similar if not worse. She looks him up and down for a moment before she turns to look at Milo.
She can see the faint shadow of exhaustion in his face and can see that the wound on Rigby's leg has been more or less clotted. Her bloodied hand reaches out to touch Milo's shoulder, green gaze starkly softer as she regards him with some hesitance. "You don't have to heal him completely, if it's too much."
Of course, Rigby answers and she finds that his answer combined with the look on Milo's face quells her temper as guilt more officially sets to take its place. "I don't hate you, you absolute child," she grumbles, not that it'll mean much. She turns away to find the rum and cigarettes kept in cupboards or drawers, finding a small glass as well.
When she returns, she puts the glass into Rigby's hand and shoves the cigarette between his lips. Then, Aurelia reaches inward for her power and sets the cherry ablaze in a roaring flash of more flame than is necessary. If a bit of it sears the ends of Rigby's hair, so be it, but it's gone as soon as it's there.
"I could've left you there," she remarks quietly, though her coldness is gone now, still feeling the warmth of her own flames as they beckon within her. But she doesn't heed it, lifts her chin, and states more curt, "So.. quit whining. It won't do you any good." She would know, having been through similar if not worse. She looks him up and down for a moment before she turns to look at Milo.
She can see the faint shadow of exhaustion in his face and can see that the wound on Rigby's leg has been more or less clotted. Her bloodied hand reaches out to touch Milo's shoulder, green gaze starkly softer as she regards him with some hesitance. "You don't have to heal him completely, if it's too much."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
