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
Aurelia didn't see him partially shift as she prattled on, staring more at the cigarette in her hands and the glass on the table than she did at him. Being openly honest was hard, even after the fact, so she was finding it a challenge to meet his eyes. When she was done speaking, she pressed the cigarette between her lips.
As she did so, she looked up - and dropped the cigarette in shock. Her back slammed against the back of the seat and she fumbled for the burning stick of death. "Ow- damn!" she'd caught it by its cherry. Her eyes zipped back up to Sunjata. The horns on his head and the fangs protruding from his mouth were, frankly, frightening. At least the deep blue feathers that sprouted from his arm were... kind of pretty?
"What the hell!? I take it back, it's not amazing anymore," she remarked sarcastically. Her face became flushed from the adrenaline that had just coursed through her - and probably the alcohol as well. Nevertheless, she relaxed. She finished putting out the cigarette in the ash tray. She shook her head, saying nothing else as he shared his own story. It took her a few more minutes to be somewhat comfortable with meeting his gaze. For all the distraction that his out-of-place horns caused, she had heard his words. Well, the important ones anyway.
She shook her head silently when he offers her more alcohol. Her glass was still mostly full from the last pour. She didn't have any intention of getting plastered. Though, since she was reminded of it, she did take another sip. It was warm but at least it was smooth. As she held the glass in her lap, she turned it in a slow circle. Her gaze wandered around the space around them, though she wasn't looking at the room.
Aurelia finally cleared her throat and said, "Maybe you are right... Maybe my views on magic would be different if I grew up in a place like... this," her eyes leveled back on his, "Don't know what I'll do now, though. I've lost everything except for the clothes on my back, and if it really is impossible to get home then... I have got to talk to Jack about more permanent arrangements," but she didn't skip a beat as she furrowed her brows and moved on from the topic with a smirk, "you know, for a governor, you aren't really the politician type. When I came to meet you, I expected a much more... well, I don't know what I expected. It sure as hell didn't involve horns and fangs!" She let out a breathy laugh.
As she did so, she looked up - and dropped the cigarette in shock. Her back slammed against the back of the seat and she fumbled for the burning stick of death. "Ow- damn!" she'd caught it by its cherry. Her eyes zipped back up to Sunjata. The horns on his head and the fangs protruding from his mouth were, frankly, frightening. At least the deep blue feathers that sprouted from his arm were... kind of pretty?
"What the hell!? I take it back, it's not amazing anymore," she remarked sarcastically. Her face became flushed from the adrenaline that had just coursed through her - and probably the alcohol as well. Nevertheless, she relaxed. She finished putting out the cigarette in the ash tray. She shook her head, saying nothing else as he shared his own story. It took her a few more minutes to be somewhat comfortable with meeting his gaze. For all the distraction that his out-of-place horns caused, she had heard his words. Well, the important ones anyway.
She shook her head silently when he offers her more alcohol. Her glass was still mostly full from the last pour. She didn't have any intention of getting plastered. Though, since she was reminded of it, she did take another sip. It was warm but at least it was smooth. As she held the glass in her lap, she turned it in a slow circle. Her gaze wandered around the space around them, though she wasn't looking at the room.
Aurelia finally cleared her throat and said, "Maybe you are right... Maybe my views on magic would be different if I grew up in a place like... this," her eyes leveled back on his, "Don't know what I'll do now, though. I've lost everything except for the clothes on my back, and if it really is impossible to get home then... I have got to talk to Jack about more permanent arrangements," but she didn't skip a beat as she furrowed her brows and moved on from the topic with a smirk, "you know, for a governor, you aren't really the politician type. When I came to meet you, I expected a much more... well, I don't know what I expected. It sure as hell didn't involve horns and fangs!" She let out a breathy laugh.
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
