AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia's face contorted with the realization that his point was true, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He'd only be trading one problem for another, personal as they were. She supposed she'd rather live with her family than be on her own, too. If she had the choice, anyway...
The Ark was never truly lonely, though. Jack and Seven, keeping busy with the crew... the steady rock of the sea, pestering seagulls. These things all filled the silence and the space around the ship. It breathed a life of its own. Still, however, they were not her family, and even if she felt loyal to them... they couldn't replace those she'd lost. Maybe one of these days she might make a place of her own to stay at while the Ark was docked.
She relished another drag from her cigarette before she tossed it into the ashy firepit, not noticing that Milo had rested his chin on her shoulder until she felt the absence of his touch. She glanced back at him, looking him up and down staidly, listening with a slight raise of her brows when he clarified that he did have a place. He just didn't like being there because it was lonelier.
Aurelia blinked, confusion furrowing her brow. She wanted to ask 'who'. Who would do that? But she refrained, watching as his rich gaze drifted out towards the ocean. That thousand yard stare came creeping back into her gaze. She lifted her hand and shifted a bit so she could rub the back of her fingers along his jawline. "You've got me, now, too... if you want," she murmured, letting her hand fall and her gaze travel again after a moment's hesitation.
"I get it, though... I tried to leave home when I was younger. It didn't really work out... I knew my mom needed me at home and my job was terrible. Eventually I went back. Got back in time to say goodbye..." she scoffed angrily, voice starting to shake, trying to bar the pain with anger, "I knew she was sick and she didn't have much time left. The only one I mattered to was gone, and I... I took her for granted. That was the loneliest feeling in the world, I think..." She pressed her lips together for a moment, feeling her skin flush with heat from her flaring temper, but she held it together regardless.
"I promised my sisters I'd never leave them again." She shook her head, chewing her thumb, refusing to look at him.
The Ark was never truly lonely, though. Jack and Seven, keeping busy with the crew... the steady rock of the sea, pestering seagulls. These things all filled the silence and the space around the ship. It breathed a life of its own. Still, however, they were not her family, and even if she felt loyal to them... they couldn't replace those she'd lost. Maybe one of these days she might make a place of her own to stay at while the Ark was docked.
She relished another drag from her cigarette before she tossed it into the ashy firepit, not noticing that Milo had rested his chin on her shoulder until she felt the absence of his touch. She glanced back at him, looking him up and down staidly, listening with a slight raise of her brows when he clarified that he did have a place. He just didn't like being there because it was lonelier.
Aurelia blinked, confusion furrowing her brow. She wanted to ask 'who'. Who would do that? But she refrained, watching as his rich gaze drifted out towards the ocean. That thousand yard stare came creeping back into her gaze. She lifted her hand and shifted a bit so she could rub the back of her fingers along his jawline. "You've got me, now, too... if you want," she murmured, letting her hand fall and her gaze travel again after a moment's hesitation.
"I get it, though... I tried to leave home when I was younger. It didn't really work out... I knew my mom needed me at home and my job was terrible. Eventually I went back. Got back in time to say goodbye..." she scoffed angrily, voice starting to shake, trying to bar the pain with anger, "I knew she was sick and she didn't have much time left. The only one I mattered to was gone, and I... I took her for granted. That was the loneliest feeling in the world, I think..." She pressed her lips together for a moment, feeling her skin flush with heat from her flaring temper, but she held it together regardless.
"I promised my sisters I'd never leave them again." She shook her head, chewing her thumb, refusing to look at him.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
