you must burn brighter than ever
Unaware of just why Aurelia was laughing, howling, at the rearranged names and titles, the girl tilted her head again, as if perceiving some alternate angle. “Hm. Are you sure? Encantados?” Had she heard that name before? Uncertain, and not remotely bothered by it at all, the youth tucked the nuances away in the back of her mind – for a later time, date, opportunity to tease Nate.
If she ever went back home.
And while the honeybee remembered threats, she hadn’t meant for it to be dark or looming, ominous or shackling. Just a statement of fact; how she’d lived and survived for so long. But Aurelia had managed to twist it back around so the lightness remained, so she cast another multitude of wayward smiles and ringing giggles. “Okay, okay, if you put it that way.” She mockingly shuddered, like the semblances of Aurelia hovering over her with friendship was something to be feared. “Terrifying.” Then there was another wicked howl of laughter – covering over the sentiments of being remembered, of other beings that hadn’t been, only collected and collided in the soul of her memories. “I’ll remember you too,” and then she threw a few more petals and stems for good measure in the smuggler’s direction. Thereafter; after the calm, it'd be forging back into the calamity, and heading home.
{FIN}
If she ever went back home.
And while the honeybee remembered threats, she hadn’t meant for it to be dark or looming, ominous or shackling. Just a statement of fact; how she’d lived and survived for so long. But Aurelia had managed to twist it back around so the lightness remained, so she cast another multitude of wayward smiles and ringing giggles. “Okay, okay, if you put it that way.” She mockingly shuddered, like the semblances of Aurelia hovering over her with friendship was something to be feared. “Terrifying.” Then there was another wicked howl of laughter – covering over the sentiments of being remembered, of other beings that hadn’t been, only collected and collided in the soul of her memories. “I’ll remember you too,” and then she threw a few more petals and stems for good measure in the smuggler’s direction. Thereafter; after the calm, it'd be forging back into the calamity, and heading home.
{FIN}
Melita
