Aurelia
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
When Aurelia looked up to find who the voice belonged to, she was taken aback by a rather handsome man. He looked as though he'd just stepped out of the ring, she could tell by the glisten of sweat and the flaring of his nostrils. He towered over her, almost intimidating. If only such a thing could intimidate Aurelia. No, what made her think twice about ever crossing this man was not his size or strength, but his scars. Where one ended, another began. Each mark, whether it was tattoo or scar, seemed to manifest his story right there on his darkened skin. If only she was some kind of intuitive, able to decipher the hidden words on each line.
She was staring, and she realized this. She took a step back so that she could look at him without craning her neck. For her, that was odd, since she was not particularly short. He was just exceptionally tall, which, for some reason, was irritating.
"My- uhm-" she cleared her throat awkwardly, face flushed, "I'm Aurelia. Nice to eat you- meet you! I was told to come here to talk to the governor. I forgot his name, but there's gotta be just the one, right? I have some questions about the Voice? I'm an 'outlander' and apparently, I'm not even in the same world anymore," her irritation was starting to build back up, "I need to talk to someone who might know how I can fix this, or.. has any answers at all."
She felt incredibly stupid, this all felt incredibly stupid. Ridiculous. She had to be dreaming. This is all so unreal! And why does everyone in this god-forsaken city have to be so hot!?
She was staring, and she realized this. She took a step back so that she could look at him without craning her neck. For her, that was odd, since she was not particularly short. He was just exceptionally tall, which, for some reason, was irritating.
"My- uhm-" she cleared her throat awkwardly, face flushed, "I'm Aurelia. Nice to eat you- meet you! I was told to come here to talk to the governor. I forgot his name, but there's gotta be just the one, right? I have some questions about the Voice? I'm an 'outlander' and apparently, I'm not even in the same world anymore," her irritation was starting to build back up, "I need to talk to someone who might know how I can fix this, or.. has any answers at all."
She felt incredibly stupid, this all felt incredibly stupid. Ridiculous. She had to be dreaming. This is all so unreal! And why does everyone in this god-forsaken city have to be so hot!?
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
