AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia gritted her teeth as his arm tightened around her waistline, arms flinching a bit and her shoulders stiffening with the instinct to push him away. But he rested his chin back on her shoulder, and the muscles there softened. A deep breath hauled through her nostrils, just managing to tame the anger. She tipped her head back to lean against his. As he tucked his other arm around her, she let her hands fall to wrap around his, to find comfort in the warmth.
The grief and misery slowly ebbed away with his words. Deep down, she agreed with him, but it was hard to let go of the sense of responsibility she had. It had to be her fault, it had to be. Because she could've done more. What if she'd made it all worse by leaving? It was a selfish act to save herself the pain when, in reality, the pain would be there either way. "Yeah, I know, but... if I could go back in time, I would never have left her to begin with," she muttered, eyelids drooping. Her jawline feathered as it unclenched.
What else was there to say? The time was already gone and, now, so was that world. That existence was so far away, it may as well not exist to Aurelia now. At least she had her memories, even if a lot of them were bad or disturbed by the mysterious absence of her father. Her life seemed to come undone from that point. But she was in Caido now, and the only thing that was impacted by her frayed past was her - for as long as she let it stay that way, at least.
Milo's voice brought her back to him again, though, and her eyes fluttered back open. "It's okay..."
She raised her brows slightly, feeling the smile in his words. She smiled too, bringing up a hand to play with his soft tangles of hair. "Oh?" she echoed, a soft huff of laughter leaving her lips. "I'd like that," she murmured more seriously, smile lowering, "I'd like that very much." The fingers swimming in his hair moved down to his cheek, gently pulling his face toward hers. She leaned into him, to kiss him softly.
The grief and misery slowly ebbed away with his words. Deep down, she agreed with him, but it was hard to let go of the sense of responsibility she had. It had to be her fault, it had to be. Because she could've done more. What if she'd made it all worse by leaving? It was a selfish act to save herself the pain when, in reality, the pain would be there either way. "Yeah, I know, but... if I could go back in time, I would never have left her to begin with," she muttered, eyelids drooping. Her jawline feathered as it unclenched.
What else was there to say? The time was already gone and, now, so was that world. That existence was so far away, it may as well not exist to Aurelia now. At least she had her memories, even if a lot of them were bad or disturbed by the mysterious absence of her father. Her life seemed to come undone from that point. But she was in Caido now, and the only thing that was impacted by her frayed past was her - for as long as she let it stay that way, at least.
Milo's voice brought her back to him again, though, and her eyes fluttered back open. "It's okay..."
She raised her brows slightly, feeling the smile in his words. She smiled too, bringing up a hand to play with his soft tangles of hair. "Oh?" she echoed, a soft huff of laughter leaving her lips. "I'd like that," she murmured more seriously, smile lowering, "I'd like that very much." The fingers swimming in his hair moved down to his cheek, gently pulling his face toward hers. She leaned into him, to kiss him softly.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
