Aurelia
'cause not everything means something, honey
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
Torches light the streets as she walks across the city. She passes her own house and, though she wants nothing more than to lie in her bed and forget, she can't. Or won't. The Slagveld needs repairs and the sooner they're started, the better. Perhaps working on it in the dead of night isn't ideal, but she can't bring herself to do anything else. The Slagveld is a living, breathing part of Haulani. It can't be left to ash and dust.
With a stubborn determination fueled by a depressed feeling of failure, Aurelia does what needs doing. The building is burned and charred from the storm waged against it but, combined with the day's rain, there's a mixed scent in the air. Fortunately, the damage done wasn't catastrophic. A small torch in hand and a satchel of tools slung over her shoulders, Aurelia makes her way in through the front door. Dampened soot catches across her hands and clothes almost immediately, but she doesn't care.
It's soon after entering that she finds someone else has decided to pay the place a visit as well. The light from the torch illuminates his figure and, at first, Aurelia jumps. Immediately her instincts want to go on the defense, but she swallows that down. She doesn't want to fight anymore, and it's doubtful that whoever did this would return to the scene. Not unless they wanted to be caught. As she peers through the initial haze of her panic, her eyes shine with recognition.
"Adam?" Her voice feels booming in the deathly-still air even if she means to be quiet.
"Adam, it's me. It's- it's Aurelia," she stammers, hoping he will believe her in spite of the fact that she looks different. She steps closer but keeps some space between them, hovering between near and far. There's no accusation in her question as she lowers her torch, "What are you doing here? It's not safe."
With a stubborn determination fueled by a depressed feeling of failure, Aurelia does what needs doing. The building is burned and charred from the storm waged against it but, combined with the day's rain, there's a mixed scent in the air. Fortunately, the damage done wasn't catastrophic. A small torch in hand and a satchel of tools slung over her shoulders, Aurelia makes her way in through the front door. Dampened soot catches across her hands and clothes almost immediately, but she doesn't care.
It's soon after entering that she finds someone else has decided to pay the place a visit as well. The light from the torch illuminates his figure and, at first, Aurelia jumps. Immediately her instincts want to go on the defense, but she swallows that down. She doesn't want to fight anymore, and it's doubtful that whoever did this would return to the scene. Not unless they wanted to be caught. As she peers through the initial haze of her panic, her eyes shine with recognition.
"Adam?" Her voice feels booming in the deathly-still air even if she means to be quiet.
"Adam, it's me. It's- it's Aurelia," she stammers, hoping he will believe her in spite of the fact that she looks different. She steps closer but keeps some space between them, hovering between near and far. There's no accusation in her question as she lowers her torch, "What are you doing here? It's not safe."
if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
I will bear the unbearable
