Aurelia
Worn leather boots step down from the sandy rise along the beach, making their way towards the house that sits among the Aumakua cliffs. The night is dark and deep, a foreboding feeling crowding against Aurelia's chest. The sound of the waves crashing down against the shoreline creates an ambience that's too deep for her in this moment.
What she would give for a moment of real... true.. silence. She wishes her thoughts would stop; that, for once, she could be free of her own mind.
Her hand comes up to rap a few times against the door of Nate and Sunjata's house. Shoulders sag and a held breath is released, as she steps aside to wait for an answer. Right now, she doesn't know which of the two she'd like to speak with more. She's not sure if they want to hear what she has to say... but, a small part of her actually hopes it's Nate.
So when he answers the door in his own time, she'll shift her weight and lift her chin to look more directly at him, expression dark. She offers a smile that's devoid of happiness, though some relief rests in the features of her face at the sight of a familiar face.
"Hey... got any cigarettes in there?" She gives him a pointed look, nodding towards the house. She's hoping he'll understand the implied question of can we talk? She wouldn't have come all this way just for a smoke...
(Well, like, maybe... but anyway)
What she would give for a moment of real... true.. silence. She wishes her thoughts would stop; that, for once, she could be free of her own mind.
Her hand comes up to rap a few times against the door of Nate and Sunjata's house. Shoulders sag and a held breath is released, as she steps aside to wait for an answer. Right now, she doesn't know which of the two she'd like to speak with more. She's not sure if they want to hear what she has to say... but, a small part of her actually hopes it's Nate.
So when he answers the door in his own time, she'll shift her weight and lift her chin to look more directly at him, expression dark. She offers a smile that's devoid of happiness, though some relief rests in the features of her face at the sight of a familiar face.
"Hey... got any cigarettes in there?" She gives him a pointed look, nodding towards the house. She's hoping he'll understand the implied question of can we talk? She wouldn't have come all this way just for a smoke...
(Well, like, maybe... but anyway)
So leave me and tell me what I already know
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
