AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Rigby's provoking and her lip twitches at him, animalistic, anger pulsing through her, but she says nothing. Any comments she has to come back at him with are dropped, let go, as she notices the tire of Milo's features with concern.
But Milo continues, much to her uneasy relief. She watches keenly as Rigby's wound seals itself up, the skin stitching back together as if being plucked by an invisible needle, and her brows furrow at the sight of it. But at least he's not in any real danger now, and she's free to toss him back into the chaos of the streets when they're done here. Which she has full intention of doing.
Milo reels back onto the floor and Aurelia's gaze follows him, though. Her expression draws blank when he asks what's going on, and suddenly she's running a hand over her curls. "Like I said," she blows out a sigh, "I shot him."
At this, she turns away and makes to grab her own cigarette. Embers crinkle to life without need for a match and she takes a quick puff, searching for a reasonable explanation only to find that there isn't one. "Fuckface tried to steal from me once already," her glaring words direct more fully towards Rigby then, pointed and sharp, "where I'm from, that's reason enough to kill. In spite of that, I've done nothing but try to help you," and for a moment she sounds hurt, but the heat of her anger overwhelms that, "Not anymore. You're the idiot, and I'm done." Does she mean it? MaYbE not... but ultimately, she's pissed and bristling like a defensive animal at this point.
But Milo continues, much to her uneasy relief. She watches keenly as Rigby's wound seals itself up, the skin stitching back together as if being plucked by an invisible needle, and her brows furrow at the sight of it. But at least he's not in any real danger now, and she's free to toss him back into the chaos of the streets when they're done here. Which she has full intention of doing.
Milo reels back onto the floor and Aurelia's gaze follows him, though. Her expression draws blank when he asks what's going on, and suddenly she's running a hand over her curls. "Like I said," she blows out a sigh, "I shot him."
At this, she turns away and makes to grab her own cigarette. Embers crinkle to life without need for a match and she takes a quick puff, searching for a reasonable explanation only to find that there isn't one. "Fuckface tried to steal from me once already," her glaring words direct more fully towards Rigby then, pointed and sharp, "where I'm from, that's reason enough to kill. In spite of that, I've done nothing but try to help you," and for a moment she sounds hurt, but the heat of her anger overwhelms that, "Not anymore. You're the idiot, and I'm done." Does she mean it? MaYbE not... but ultimately, she's pissed and bristling like a defensive animal at this point.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
