Lost Girl

Aurelia

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass

"So the Gods here actually have a say in our destiny," Aurelia reflected on this fact since it was a foreign reality to her. She had never been religious at all, always wrapped up in providing for her family or fending for herself. The idea of a God watching over her or pulling the strings had been mere passing thoughts - if she had such a moment to contemplate her own existence. She'd never considered that there was some cosmic... path laid out for her, or even a purpose for her other than to survive. She had operated off of instincts and most of the time they kept her safe, that was all she needed and she was the only one to thank. Or was she? Was there truly some... being beyond her fathomable universe that looked out for her? Specifically, her.

Ha! How fucking unlikely. A smirk pressed against her cheeks and she chuckled quietly to herself, resting her face in her hands. What a crazy, impossible, profoundly unlucky series of events she'd found herself wrapped up in! After a few moments of pulling her shit together, Aurelia lifted her head back up and stared at Sunjata with perhaps the deadest set of eyes.

She wasn't one for smoking. In fact, she wasn't naturally a self-indulgent person at all. However, things were different now and they would always be, so... just this once, she would indulge (if she was allowed to do so).

"Do you mind if I have a cigarette?"

I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me