Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Her quiet laughter faded as she got up. She wiped the sand from her pants before ducking out of the ring. "Another shift, another nickname," she retorted with a smirk, not looking at him as she loosened the straps on her gloves. Once off, she stretched and wiggled her fingers around to get used to the feeling. The gloves were placed in one of her pockets, to be adorned later when she would need them.
Sunjata made his way over to another room, obliging her rather sarcastic request for a drink. She made her way over and watched him pour their glasses with a golden liquid. She noted the difference between this drink and the one he'd given her last time. Picking up her glass after he'd chosen his, she brought it up to her nose and gave it a small sniff. It didn't smell near as strong as the last one did. She appreciated that, actually.
She gave it a try and raised her eyebrows. It had a strong alcohol flavor, which she wasn't sure she could ever get used to. But, it also had notes of honey in it that were very pleasant and kept her from making a sour face like she had with the last drink he'd given her.
"Hmm," she gave a nod of approval, looking at the glass thoughtfully, "This is kind of good, actually. Thank you." She found herself a seat off to his right, her glass still in hand. There was a pause from her as she looked his way, reminded of something, "You're a tough opponent, you know. I used to spar with my partner every morning. Well, I guess 'I' technically still do..." she took another sip of the drink, slightly annoyed. She gripped the glass a little tighter and looked away as she said, "but um- I missed it... so... thanks for that. I guess."
Sunjata made his way over to another room, obliging her rather sarcastic request for a drink. She made her way over and watched him pour their glasses with a golden liquid. She noted the difference between this drink and the one he'd given her last time. Picking up her glass after he'd chosen his, she brought it up to her nose and gave it a small sniff. It didn't smell near as strong as the last one did. She appreciated that, actually.
She gave it a try and raised her eyebrows. It had a strong alcohol flavor, which she wasn't sure she could ever get used to. But, it also had notes of honey in it that were very pleasant and kept her from making a sour face like she had with the last drink he'd given her.
"Hmm," she gave a nod of approval, looking at the glass thoughtfully, "This is kind of good, actually. Thank you." She found herself a seat off to his right, her glass still in hand. There was a pause from her as she looked his way, reminded of something, "You're a tough opponent, you know. I used to spar with my partner every morning. Well, I guess 'I' technically still do..." she took another sip of the drink, slightly annoyed. She gripped the glass a little tighter and looked away as she said, "but um- I missed it... so... thanks for that. I guess."
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
