Aurelia
Cigarettes or no, she's just glad to be invited in, glad to see the relief reflected back at her - and that the silent understanding between them remains strong as ever.
It's enough of an invitation for her, and she considers just blabbering everything out, dumping it onto the proverbial table and letting him take it all in. But, she realizes, Nate's been at the brunt of all this. And the topic she has in mind isn't exactly something you just come right out and say about your friend's ex-wife...
No matter how angry and frustrated and confused and... yeah. The list goes fucking on, doesn't it.
So, instead of unleashing her own baggage onto Nate, she decides to rest it in the chair he gestures towards. One of her knees does start to bounce as the admittance leans heavy against the tip of her tongue.
"Here I am," she echoes tiredly, plucking the offering smoke from his fingers. She moves the filter between her fingers, staring down at it thoughtfully. Maybe she shouldn't be here. The smoke wisps out above their heads, silver and ghostly as it catches in the moonlight.
"I'm sorry it's late," she murmurs, pulling a drag and glancing up at him to see his reaction. "I can't sleep these days... haven't been able to sleep much at all since Hotaru got out." It's a way of explanation, an excuse, a justification... I couldn't sleep and you're one of the only ones who understands why.
A hard sigh works out through her lungs and she slumps back against the chair. "I went to try to talk to Safrin at the shrine," she starts, "I thought... well, I don't know what I thought anymore." She'd wanted to seek the guidance and help of her chosen goddess, and had not received it. "Whatever it was, that's not what ended up happening; a spirit came instead."
It's enough of an invitation for her, and she considers just blabbering everything out, dumping it onto the proverbial table and letting him take it all in. But, she realizes, Nate's been at the brunt of all this. And the topic she has in mind isn't exactly something you just come right out and say about your friend's ex-wife...
No matter how angry and frustrated and confused and... yeah. The list goes fucking on, doesn't it.
So, instead of unleashing her own baggage onto Nate, she decides to rest it in the chair he gestures towards. One of her knees does start to bounce as the admittance leans heavy against the tip of her tongue.
"Here I am," she echoes tiredly, plucking the offering smoke from his fingers. She moves the filter between her fingers, staring down at it thoughtfully. Maybe she shouldn't be here. The smoke wisps out above their heads, silver and ghostly as it catches in the moonlight.
"I'm sorry it's late," she murmurs, pulling a drag and glancing up at him to see his reaction. "I can't sleep these days... haven't been able to sleep much at all since Hotaru got out." It's a way of explanation, an excuse, a justification... I couldn't sleep and you're one of the only ones who understands why.
A hard sigh works out through her lungs and she slumps back against the chair. "I went to try to talk to Safrin at the shrine," she starts, "I thought... well, I don't know what I thought anymore." She'd wanted to seek the guidance and help of her chosen goddess, and had not received it. "Whatever it was, that's not what ended up happening; a spirit came instead."
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
