Aurelia
So never fear to feel good
when everything's wrong
when everything's wrong
She leans back against the wall as he hops up onto it, absently listening to the sound of his heel as it tap.. tap.. taps. Her gaze lifts when he speaks, though, the darkness in her eyes lifting with something akin to hopefulness. "If only that were easy," she murmurs, of the idea of reinvention and deciding what the new her would be. It's nice, though, how he tries to convince her it's not all over. "You're probably right, I guess. Usually are," she offers him a half-hearted smile, hoisting up the bottle to him with a questioning raise of one brow.
"D'you want me to be first mate?" Suppose it's better not to beat around the bush, especially when they both knew what she was trying to get at. She turns to face him more fully, resting her shoulder against the wall now instead of her back, and she places a hand on her outside hip. "I'd like to learn, if you want to teach me. But..." and she rolls her chin toward her shoulder, gaze averting for a second until she brings it back, "when the war starts, what will our plan be?"
"D'you want me to be first mate?" Suppose it's better not to beat around the bush, especially when they both knew what she was trying to get at. She turns to face him more fully, resting her shoulder against the wall now instead of her back, and she places a hand on her outside hip. "I'd like to learn, if you want to teach me. But..." and she rolls her chin toward her shoulder, gaze averting for a second until she brings it back, "when the war starts, what will our plan be?"
and find some beauty there
'cause all we ever are is brave
'cause all we ever are is brave
