AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia's attempt at seeming fine was in vain. He saw right through it. She knew that his hasty words were meant to undo any infringement but, she could not shake the feelings that gnashed in her chest, beating against her ribcage in the hopes that she'd let them out. Her hands squeezed around his, trying to encourage him just as much as herself, but what words to say were lost on her for the moment.
A ray of sunlight lit up his red hair, coloring it a striking orange, and she couldn't help but to look at him then as the morning light truly settled over them, as he placed a kiss near her mouth. The warmth that surrounded her eased the tension along her body, even if only just. Someday, everything would come back to bite her in the ass - and it would be her own undoing. But for now, she wanted to relish this.
"Whenever I want you, huh?" She smiled at that, leaning back on his shoulder and planting a small kiss along his jaw. She was inexperienced in this, which was maybe.. evident. Her life had been a long series of events, not leaving much room for things like passion or sex or romance. Even time for friendship was scarce. She'd kind of.. taken those things where she could get them but, it always left her feeling unfulfilled.
And that thought, alone, was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach if she looked back on things. She'd never been able to truly be with anyone, could never slow down enough to. She wasn't sure where she wanted things with Milo to go. But she was sure she liked him, that she didn't plan on hurting him, and that was... a way to approach it. He made her feel... great, and wonderful, and terrible and scared all at once.
"Well, if... this.. is 'not a thing', then I want to not be a thing.. with you," she quirked her brows, "does that make sense?" she smiled, because she knew it didn't.
"Nevermind," she looked away, blushing - although in a different way, now, "it definitely doesn't."
A ray of sunlight lit up his red hair, coloring it a striking orange, and she couldn't help but to look at him then as the morning light truly settled over them, as he placed a kiss near her mouth. The warmth that surrounded her eased the tension along her body, even if only just. Someday, everything would come back to bite her in the ass - and it would be her own undoing. But for now, she wanted to relish this.
"Whenever I want you, huh?" She smiled at that, leaning back on his shoulder and planting a small kiss along his jaw. She was inexperienced in this, which was maybe.. evident. Her life had been a long series of events, not leaving much room for things like passion or sex or romance. Even time for friendship was scarce. She'd kind of.. taken those things where she could get them but, it always left her feeling unfulfilled.
And that thought, alone, was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach if she looked back on things. She'd never been able to truly be with anyone, could never slow down enough to. She wasn't sure where she wanted things with Milo to go. But she was sure she liked him, that she didn't plan on hurting him, and that was... a way to approach it. He made her feel... great, and wonderful, and terrible and scared all at once.
"Well, if... this.. is 'not a thing', then I want to not be a thing.. with you," she quirked her brows, "does that make sense?" she smiled, because she knew it didn't.
"Nevermind," she looked away, blushing - although in a different way, now, "it definitely doesn't."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
