AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia let out a chuckle, knowing that it was a bit overkill. Still, though, she was quite pleased with herself. The night had been long, and then when it got to the good part... it seemed to all happen so fast. She brought up one of her knees to prop her arm up on it, giving Milo a thoughtful stare as he started on the orange. She didn't really want it to end at all, in spite of the lingering doubts that shadowed her eyes.
She could see the way the fruit woke him from his sleep and tried to free him from the hangover, could see the flush return to his skin and the color lighten his eyes as he turned and showed her...
"What is that?! I didn't even notice it." She quirked one of her brows and leaned in on one hand, another grape popped out against the side of her cheek. She examined it for a second, completely puzzled by how it was edible. Swallowing the grape, she smirked up at Milo, "It looks kinda like you. Cute, red hair."
"How do you eat it?" she raised her brows and nodded at him to show her.
She could see the way the fruit woke him from his sleep and tried to free him from the hangover, could see the flush return to his skin and the color lighten his eyes as he turned and showed her...
"What is that?! I didn't even notice it." She quirked one of her brows and leaned in on one hand, another grape popped out against the side of her cheek. She examined it for a second, completely puzzled by how it was edible. Swallowing the grape, she smirked up at Milo, "It looks kinda like you. Cute, red hair."
"How do you eat it?" she raised her brows and nodded at him to show her.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
