AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia lifted her green gaze up from the words on the knife as he took the fruit, leveling his stare with her own. A neutral, unreadable expression was on her face. She knew it was a bit early in the morning to be asking these kind of questions but, something was amiss in her own mind. Something about her father keeping things from his own family. Was that why he'd died? Because he'd shouldered the weight of something far too heavy? And the rest of the Murleu's had been so ignorant to it, none the wiser. Aurelia felt like she was getting close to an answer...
Her strained, mulling, hypocritical thoughts (because she kept her own past a secret from Milo) took a pause to let him speak for himself. Absently, she suddenly looked away while she listened and diced up a few pieces of the honeydew. She slowly chewed on them, consuming his words and his reasonings and his sentiments.
When he was finished, a line of hard thought was pressed between her brows. "I understand, but..." she paused in her eating and casually jabbed the hunter's knife into the melon before she turned to more fully face Milo, extending one of her legs out in front of him. She reached up and began stroking his messy hair back down, saying, "Your family cares about you, from the sounds of it. I'm sure they'll learn how to live with it. If you never tell them, you'll never know for sure. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt? Do you think it's better if they're left in the dark?" Her distant gaze traveled down from his hair to his golden-brown eyes, letting her hand slip onto his covered lap and rest there, leaning in closer to him. "Don't you feel alone?"
Her strained, mulling, hypocritical thoughts (because she kept her own past a secret from Milo) took a pause to let him speak for himself. Absently, she suddenly looked away while she listened and diced up a few pieces of the honeydew. She slowly chewed on them, consuming his words and his reasonings and his sentiments.
When he was finished, a line of hard thought was pressed between her brows. "I understand, but..." she paused in her eating and casually jabbed the hunter's knife into the melon before she turned to more fully face Milo, extending one of her legs out in front of him. She reached up and began stroking his messy hair back down, saying, "Your family cares about you, from the sounds of it. I'm sure they'll learn how to live with it. If you never tell them, you'll never know for sure. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt? Do you think it's better if they're left in the dark?" Her distant gaze traveled down from his hair to his golden-brown eyes, letting her hand slip onto his covered lap and rest there, leaning in closer to him. "Don't you feel alone?"
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
