Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Aurelia doesn't know what the fuck to do. She's never been in this situation before. So she's feeling at least a fraction as pale as Maeve is, and she's not even within the confines of this difficult situation. Although, the subject matter beforehand has left a distinctly foul taste on her tongue, drawing the color even further from her freckled cheeks.
She barely even hears Maeve's panicked answer after the series of 'fucks' given, experiencing a flavor of her own internalized dilemma.
But as she refocuses on Maeve, the lense of her gaze refocusing on the subject matter at present hand, she sees the tears filling those jade-green eyes. It hits her, like a blow to the back from an assailant she never saw coming.
Taking a deep breath of her own, Aurelia shifts her weight to be able to support Maeve's as she reaches out both her hands to take the other woman's. Her grip is firm and steady, though she can feel her spirit trembling within her.
"You're going to take my hands," she swallows, forcing the certainty into her voice, "and we're going to get you some... some water." Water's good, right? "You're gonna take this one step at a time, Maeve. Okay? That's what you're gonna do." She exhales, chest steeping with the breath.
"Come on," this is said more gently than firmly, compassion swirling in her gaze as she tilts her head down to meet Maeve's, "you're strong. I know you are. You'll figure this out."
She barely even hears Maeve's panicked answer after the series of 'fucks' given, experiencing a flavor of her own internalized dilemma.
But as she refocuses on Maeve, the lense of her gaze refocusing on the subject matter at present hand, she sees the tears filling those jade-green eyes. It hits her, like a blow to the back from an assailant she never saw coming.
Taking a deep breath of her own, Aurelia shifts her weight to be able to support Maeve's as she reaches out both her hands to take the other woman's. Her grip is firm and steady, though she can feel her spirit trembling within her.
"You're going to take my hands," she swallows, forcing the certainty into her voice, "and we're going to get you some... some water." Water's good, right? "You're gonna take this one step at a time, Maeve. Okay? That's what you're gonna do." She exhales, chest steeping with the breath.
"Come on," this is said more gently than firmly, compassion swirling in her gaze as she tilts her head down to meet Maeve's, "you're strong. I know you are. You'll figure this out."
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
