AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She watches him take a sip of the bottle but she's feeling pretty dead inside, so it prompts no reaction out of her, no want or envy. Realizing that the food is getting cold does nag at her a bit, but this is a little more important. She waits with bated breath for him to let go of his control, to get upset at her, to tell her everything she already knows.
Only he doesn't, instead challenging her notion of how he should feel with how he actually feels. She breaths in a reluctant sigh and lets him pull her in beside him, leaning into it a bit too far and finding her arms subconsciously moving to wrap around his waist. To ease into his comforts of warmth and understanding, and food and booze to match.
Except these notions are interrupted because, hello! They have a gUEsT. Her gaze lifts towards the door, not at all bothered by the fact he didn't knock. That's completely on him; if he wants to get a plate thrown at his head for it then that's his choice. Aurelia makes no moves to do this, though, because he seems to need something. So her brows raise expectantly, but he seems bothered by something he's seen. She has no idea what might perturb him in this moment, from just spitting it out, but she's fine with him figuring it out on his own... until..
"Rigby-" She glances towards Milo with an extremely incredulous expression, as if silently asking 'you see it too, right? I'm not crazy?' There's a giant fucking spider on his head. "Wait-" She rises up onto her feet again, dashing over to catch up to the street rat, grabbing a shirt while she's at it. There is no way she cares that she's pantsless.
"Don't. Move." She instructs, looking rather intensely at the spider before glancing over at Milo for some sort of help. She takes the shirt in both of her hands and begins to slowly lift it up over Rigby's head and, before he can get all edgy and smart, she covers him in it, pulling it down around his head. "Got it!"
Or did she? I mean, no, but she certainly got Rigby? At least? The answer is no though, because now it's making its way down his chest.
Only he doesn't, instead challenging her notion of how he should feel with how he actually feels. She breaths in a reluctant sigh and lets him pull her in beside him, leaning into it a bit too far and finding her arms subconsciously moving to wrap around his waist. To ease into his comforts of warmth and understanding, and food and booze to match.
Except these notions are interrupted because, hello! They have a gUEsT. Her gaze lifts towards the door, not at all bothered by the fact he didn't knock. That's completely on him; if he wants to get a plate thrown at his head for it then that's his choice. Aurelia makes no moves to do this, though, because he seems to need something. So her brows raise expectantly, but he seems bothered by something he's seen. She has no idea what might perturb him in this moment, from just spitting it out, but she's fine with him figuring it out on his own... until..
"Rigby-" She glances towards Milo with an extremely incredulous expression, as if silently asking 'you see it too, right? I'm not crazy?' There's a giant fucking spider on his head. "Wait-" She rises up onto her feet again, dashing over to catch up to the street rat, grabbing a shirt while she's at it. There is no way she cares that she's pantsless.
"Don't. Move." She instructs, looking rather intensely at the spider before glancing over at Milo for some sort of help. She takes the shirt in both of her hands and begins to slowly lift it up over Rigby's head and, before he can get all edgy and smart, she covers him in it, pulling it down around his head. "Got it!"
Or did she? I mean, no, but she certainly got Rigby? At least? The answer is no though, because now it's making its way down his chest.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
