Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
When she is done, and her truths aired, she's hardly noticed the way her hand remains gripped around Seren's. Lost in the chaos of her own story, everything else seemed finite beneath it all.
To think, all she really wants is to be understood. The moment an apology is given to her for all of the wrongs committed within her life, which it so rarely is, she finds her own spark of anger smothered by a supportive strength at her back. The weight lifts off of her and she blinks across at Seren with surprise written along the lift of her own brows.
Seren's hand moves to let go, Aurelia finally notices the way she's held onto it. With a shift in her stance, she drops her hands too. Her stare is almost blank as she settles in the ashes of her selfdom, recognizing that within it there is still so much pain... woven into her veins, fused to her bones. Could anything beautiful ever grow in its place, she wonders, or will her scars mar again and again until there is nothing left?
"I know," she murmurs softly, of the unicorn not being the one to set the fire, of her world's laws having no place in this one. "It's alright," she says with a bit more heart in her words, "you're free to say what you think, everyone here is. It's our prerogative, isn't it? To speak against the things we think are wrong..." She lifts her head and looks up towards the rooftops, where water drips down from the gutters. Her lips purse and she turns her attentions back to Seren, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder, to gently catch her attention. "I wanted justice, too, and in the moment I thought that was the only way I would ever get it," she admits this openly to Seren. She's tired of being made of flame, all that's left is the dust. "I'm still not sure we will ever catch who did this and, in that respect... I can't say that I truly am sorry for what I did. I'm not, or maybe... I'm numb to it. Regardless, you have to know that I don't want these kind of things to happen again in the future. It isn't what I want for this place." She shakes her head, and the words 'but this is all I know' remain unspoken.
To think, all she really wants is to be understood. The moment an apology is given to her for all of the wrongs committed within her life, which it so rarely is, she finds her own spark of anger smothered by a supportive strength at her back. The weight lifts off of her and she blinks across at Seren with surprise written along the lift of her own brows.
Seren's hand moves to let go, Aurelia finally notices the way she's held onto it. With a shift in her stance, she drops her hands too. Her stare is almost blank as she settles in the ashes of her selfdom, recognizing that within it there is still so much pain... woven into her veins, fused to her bones. Could anything beautiful ever grow in its place, she wonders, or will her scars mar again and again until there is nothing left?
"I know," she murmurs softly, of the unicorn not being the one to set the fire, of her world's laws having no place in this one. "It's alright," she says with a bit more heart in her words, "you're free to say what you think, everyone here is. It's our prerogative, isn't it? To speak against the things we think are wrong..." She lifts her head and looks up towards the rooftops, where water drips down from the gutters. Her lips purse and she turns her attentions back to Seren, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder, to gently catch her attention. "I wanted justice, too, and in the moment I thought that was the only way I would ever get it," she admits this openly to Seren. She's tired of being made of flame, all that's left is the dust. "I'm still not sure we will ever catch who did this and, in that respect... I can't say that I truly am sorry for what I did. I'm not, or maybe... I'm numb to it. Regardless, you have to know that I don't want these kind of things to happen again in the future. It isn't what I want for this place." She shakes her head, and the words 'but this is all I know' remain unspoken.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
