Aurelia
You don't have to be a hero to save the world
You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique
You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique
His jawline feathers with tension and she can see it. The way he's trying to be strong. She's been there before, looking so damn hard at the ground, as if it would provide all the answers or make everything go away. She tilts her head to the side, supplication embedded in her expression, trying to subtly coax him into looking back up at her, to pull him up from the the churning waters below the docks.
He reminds her of how he gets out there but she already knew without him having to. He'd always been afraid of venturing from Torchline... and yet she'd seen that change before. "Yeah, I know..." she trails off, "I know. And you know what's fucked up? In spite of what happened, I'm still not afraid of it," she shakes her head, frowning bitterly, wanting to laugh and cry all at once.
Her hands settle along his arms, feeling the shift of his fists as they tighten and release in his frustration. The comment comes from so far out of left field that she's stunned by it, eyes flickering over the shapes of his face as he finally lifts his gaze to look at her again. She softens, comforted by the memory of when they first met, consoled by the way he seems to relax.
"It was stupid," she scoffs under her breath, a beaten and tired sound that he might be able to hear as her hands slide down toward his own. She holds his clenched fists in her palms, thumbs rubbing small, slow circles over his skin. She breathes in deep and meets his gaze, telling him, "You've been here since the beginning, you've stuck with me through so much, and I.. I left you here alone. But I'm not gonna do that to you again. Milo, the only thing I'm afraid of is losing you. It.. it ate me alive, knowing that I couldn't just get back here to you. As soon as I was stable enough, I came back..."
He reminds her of how he gets out there but she already knew without him having to. He'd always been afraid of venturing from Torchline... and yet she'd seen that change before. "Yeah, I know..." she trails off, "I know. And you know what's fucked up? In spite of what happened, I'm still not afraid of it," she shakes her head, frowning bitterly, wanting to laugh and cry all at once.
Her hands settle along his arms, feeling the shift of his fists as they tighten and release in his frustration. The comment comes from so far out of left field that she's stunned by it, eyes flickering over the shapes of his face as he finally lifts his gaze to look at her again. She softens, comforted by the memory of when they first met, consoled by the way he seems to relax.
"It was stupid," she scoffs under her breath, a beaten and tired sound that he might be able to hear as her hands slide down toward his own. She holds his clenched fists in her palms, thumbs rubbing small, slow circles over his skin. She breathes in deep and meets his gaze, telling him, "You've been here since the beginning, you've stuck with me through so much, and I.. I left you here alone. But I'm not gonna do that to you again. Milo, the only thing I'm afraid of is losing you. It.. it ate me alive, knowing that I couldn't just get back here to you. As soon as I was stable enough, I came back..."
It feels like nothing is easy, it'll never be
That's alright, let it out, talk to me
That's alright, let it out, talk to me
code credits go to Skylark!<3
