AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
"Oh, uh... good!" Aurelia was taken aback by his answer, having fully expected that to be the reason he was still there. She internally cringed at herself and, if not for the relaxation of a few drinks (given to her by Milo, actually), she might've actually felt embarrassed for assuming. She looked back over at him as he righted himself, the sandy grit falling from his shifting clothes and hair in a gentle spray. His hair was a miraculous shade of red that she found hard not to stare at for a little longer.
She smiled softly back at his crooked grin, an instinctive reaction even though she found the contents of his words to have a surpisingly heavy effect on her. "You're very fortunate, in that case," She murmured. Though she wouldn't spite him or fault him for it, remarking with a genuine admiration, "It's pretty. I won't tell."
She glanced back at his lantern and then rolled her eyes across to her own, smile disappearing. "I can't stand mine," she paused, criss-crossing her legs underneath her, "not because it's ugly. Which, I mean- it is," she scoffed, "but it made me realize something and... uhhh," her head flopped back into her hands again and she let loose a muffled, antagonized groan into her palms. Slowly, she lifted her head back up once more and stared into the dying flames of the fire, "You ever have those kind of moments? Where it feels like... something important's been pulled right out from under your feet?"
She smiled softly back at his crooked grin, an instinctive reaction even though she found the contents of his words to have a surpisingly heavy effect on her. "You're very fortunate, in that case," She murmured. Though she wouldn't spite him or fault him for it, remarking with a genuine admiration, "It's pretty. I won't tell."
She glanced back at his lantern and then rolled her eyes across to her own, smile disappearing. "I can't stand mine," she paused, criss-crossing her legs underneath her, "not because it's ugly. Which, I mean- it is," she scoffed, "but it made me realize something and... uhhh," her head flopped back into her hands again and she let loose a muffled, antagonized groan into her palms. Slowly, she lifted her head back up once more and stared into the dying flames of the fire, "You ever have those kind of moments? Where it feels like... something important's been pulled right out from under your feet?"
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
