Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Anything and everything. The answer pries a small, forceful breath from her nose. She can understand that all too well, even if she's not privvy to exactly what Melita's been going through.
She'd rather clash and burn than let herself peter out. That includes in regards to letting her walls down and talking about her dreaded feelings - ugh. At least, most of the time. She's done that too much already. So she makes no attempt to open up here and now. Melita doesn't seem to want to talk about anything, either. At least, not in any spoken language.
Aurelia's more comfortable with this form of expression anyway.
"We'll see," there's a determined, ambitious curve of a smile in her words.
Aurelia's thinking of potential ways she can dodge a move in the time it takes Melita to ready herself. If she wants to, she could absolutely engage and counter without need for any of her own weapons.
When the staff comes swinging in for her flank, she's prepped for it. She instantly dives down, swooping beneath its reaches. She doesn't stop or falter at that, however, tucking her limbs in to quickly roll forward. These are the kind of maneuvers she's been trained to use. A lesson taught to her what feels like a long time ago; let nothing land, close in when you know you have the advantage. She's immediately back on her feet in a flush.
"Gonna have to do better than that to catch me."
She'd rather clash and burn than let herself peter out. That includes in regards to letting her walls down and talking about her dreaded feelings - ugh. At least, most of the time. She's done that too much already. So she makes no attempt to open up here and now. Melita doesn't seem to want to talk about anything, either. At least, not in any spoken language.
Aurelia's more comfortable with this form of expression anyway.
"We'll see," there's a determined, ambitious curve of a smile in her words.
Aurelia's thinking of potential ways she can dodge a move in the time it takes Melita to ready herself. If she wants to, she could absolutely engage and counter without need for any of her own weapons.
When the staff comes swinging in for her flank, she's prepped for it. She instantly dives down, swooping beneath its reaches. She doesn't stop or falter at that, however, tucking her limbs in to quickly roll forward. These are the kind of maneuvers she's been trained to use. A lesson taught to her what feels like a long time ago; let nothing land, close in when you know you have the advantage. She's immediately back on her feet in a flush.
"Gonna have to do better than that to catch me."
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
