Aurelia
maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
Aurelia might've delved into what a raptor was if it weren't for what had been brought to the forefront of her mind. Her only indication of that was to give Milo a tilt of her head, understanding.
So, he knew who Nate was. Relief relaxed the tension that gathered along her collarbones, gathered in a breath she didn't know she wasl holding in. She took note of the smirk that resolved along his countenance, wondered what it meant in that moment. Maybe this wasn't so strange to him; he came from this world, knew its ins and outs, had clearly run into an Ascended before.
Aurelia had not. Not before Nate, that was. At least, not knowingly. The experience had been.. eye-opening, to say the least. Pleasurable in a literal sense but, her mind fogged over at such a thought. When it took Milo a moment to process it all, Aurelia could only lick her dried mouth and wait. She had already talked up a storm. She didn't intend to bury herself deeper into the awkward hole she'd dug.
He grinned as he spoke the word 'Abandoned', and she looked up to catch it. For a moment, she held his gaze with wavering eyes. Fire. Fire. She wanted to spit the word! Hurl it into the ocean and let it smolder there, where it would be resigned to ash. She attempted to garner her strength, pulling in a deep, salty breath. But no sound came out as she sighed.
Milo's hands reached for hers, and she accepted them, even if her fingers could only fall limply against his hands.
"I don't know. It's not a curse from this world, so.. it...would be difficult to reverse. But it doesn't seem strong enough to keep me weak, so.. I guess I just have to muscle through it."
"I can.." she cleared her throat and looked away, "My abandoned ability is fire." But as she let out the words, she leaned toward him and rested her chin against his shoulder, looking downward. "It's some sort of cosmic joke," she scoffed, thinking back to the night they'd met. If he remembered their discussion, he'd know why she said that.
So, he knew who Nate was. Relief relaxed the tension that gathered along her collarbones, gathered in a breath she didn't know she wasl holding in. She took note of the smirk that resolved along his countenance, wondered what it meant in that moment. Maybe this wasn't so strange to him; he came from this world, knew its ins and outs, had clearly run into an Ascended before.
Aurelia had not. Not before Nate, that was. At least, not knowingly. The experience had been.. eye-opening, to say the least. Pleasurable in a literal sense but, her mind fogged over at such a thought. When it took Milo a moment to process it all, Aurelia could only lick her dried mouth and wait. She had already talked up a storm. She didn't intend to bury herself deeper into the awkward hole she'd dug.
He grinned as he spoke the word 'Abandoned', and she looked up to catch it. For a moment, she held his gaze with wavering eyes. Fire. Fire. She wanted to spit the word! Hurl it into the ocean and let it smolder there, where it would be resigned to ash. She attempted to garner her strength, pulling in a deep, salty breath. But no sound came out as she sighed.
Milo's hands reached for hers, and she accepted them, even if her fingers could only fall limply against his hands.
"I don't know. It's not a curse from this world, so.. it...would be difficult to reverse. But it doesn't seem strong enough to keep me weak, so.. I guess I just have to muscle through it."
"I can.." she cleared her throat and looked away, "My abandoned ability is fire." But as she let out the words, she leaned toward him and rested her chin against his shoulder, looking downward. "It's some sort of cosmic joke," she scoffed, thinking back to the night they'd met. If he remembered their discussion, he'd know why she said that.
and how far I have yet to go
