AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
"Yeah, yeah," an unimpressed expression plants itself on her face, though of course it's not genuine, "stop being so smart," she cracks and grins over at Melita with a teasing glint in her eye, "Don't they say that ignorance is bliss?"
She keeps this grin as Melita laughs, chuckling softly in response, "See? That's the spirit!" To Aurelia, she sees the other girl laugh quite a bit, or light up training grounds with cheshire grins and excited determination. She's unaware of the stresses and turbulence Melita feels so much more often. If she knew, she might be sorry for that. Of course, she does know they've both seen a lot of darkness in their lives. That's what makes moments like these so much better.
"As you shouldn't," Aurelia agrees more seriously, nodding, but she's still smiling and laughing at the jokes over Milo. She's still shocked that he's come with them on the voyage, having expected him to stay. But he hadn't, and now that they've arrived with few complications (sorry empanadas), "I'm glad he came with us here. Not all adventures are fiery pits of doom, after all, and we could... all.. use the escape." Her expression softens as she glances down towards a stray flower bud, lost in Melita's picking. She picks it up gently, fondling the soft petals.
Aurelia's brows furrow too, in reaction to watching Melita curl her legs up against her chest, remembering that she doesn't like the Voice. She leans forward, placing her elbows on her lap as her legs criss-cross. But Melita's expression quickly brightens at the announcement of a poisonous bird. She doesn't know Locke well enough to comment on him, but recognition flashes across her gaze at the mention of him.
She smirks at a sudden memory, though. "We had those in my home," her old home, that is, "what did it look like? Did it kill Locke? Is that why I haven't seen much of him?" She scoffs at her own joke.
She keeps this grin as Melita laughs, chuckling softly in response, "See? That's the spirit!" To Aurelia, she sees the other girl laugh quite a bit, or light up training grounds with cheshire grins and excited determination. She's unaware of the stresses and turbulence Melita feels so much more often. If she knew, she might be sorry for that. Of course, she does know they've both seen a lot of darkness in their lives. That's what makes moments like these so much better.
"As you shouldn't," Aurelia agrees more seriously, nodding, but she's still smiling and laughing at the jokes over Milo. She's still shocked that he's come with them on the voyage, having expected him to stay. But he hadn't, and now that they've arrived with few complications (sorry empanadas), "I'm glad he came with us here. Not all adventures are fiery pits of doom, after all, and we could... all.. use the escape." Her expression softens as she glances down towards a stray flower bud, lost in Melita's picking. She picks it up gently, fondling the soft petals.
Aurelia's brows furrow too, in reaction to watching Melita curl her legs up against her chest, remembering that she doesn't like the Voice. She leans forward, placing her elbows on her lap as her legs criss-cross. But Melita's expression quickly brightens at the announcement of a poisonous bird. She doesn't know Locke well enough to comment on him, but recognition flashes across her gaze at the mention of him.
She smirks at a sudden memory, though. "We had those in my home," her old home, that is, "what did it look like? Did it kill Locke? Is that why I haven't seen much of him?" She scoffs at her own joke.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
