AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia lifted her chin up in surprise when he pulled her onto him, feeling a surge of bubbly warmth at the gesture. She didn't resist it, settling herself against his torso and leaning her head back on his shoulder. She stayed like that for a bit, letting her cigarette smolder as she listened to the sound of his voice humming through her ears, as she watched the shining surface of the ocean as the sun spread more light across it. A sigh heaved through her body, bringing her back to the present.
She lifted her head and her eyes glanced back up at him as she saw him tilt his head. She met his gaze, searching it, leaning up as if she might go to kiss him. Suddenly she looked away, awkwardly drawing another puff from her own cigarette.
"Yeah.." she mumbled, still holding the cigarette between her lips. She took it back into her hands, letting out another breath of smoke, the aroma wafting around them. "So... how come you don't get a place of your own? It might... make things easier."
She lifted her head and her eyes glanced back up at him as she saw him tilt his head. She met his gaze, searching it, leaning up as if she might go to kiss him. Suddenly she looked away, awkwardly drawing another puff from her own cigarette.
"Yeah.." she mumbled, still holding the cigarette between her lips. She took it back into her hands, letting out another breath of smoke, the aroma wafting around them. "So... how come you don't get a place of your own? It might... make things easier."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
