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?
Aurelia's vision begins to change, slow enough that she doesn't quite realize what's happening yet. She's suddenly starkly aware of each and every hair on her body, though. They all raise up in tiny goosebumps as she swoops through the space between her and Melita, landing a very hard hit with her body.
As they collide, the jostle of the motion has her bones grinding against one another beneath the pressure. It should hurt, it feels like it would hurt, but it doesn't. Does it? She's not sure, everything feels... tingly. And sweaty, really sweaty. It's very warm in here.
Her face contorts in wild perplexion as Melita's hair unfurls towards her with tiny, red fingers. Aurelia herself ricochets from the blow, whirling away from Melita and the... hair-hands. "That's... weird..." the words slip out.
Her body knows what to do but her mind is slower to catch up. Her surroundings are still spinning even as she feels her feet steady.
And what is that taste?
Aurelia doesn't have long to reflect on this when suddenly something hits her in the side of her knee. Brows furrowing, Aurelia suddenly glares up at Melita.
She makes a single step forward, one leg stiffening, and sweeps the other leg out towards Melita's own flank, thigh, knee, whatever. Only, the strike feels overextended and the space between them lengthens without either of them even having to move. She lurches into the strike regardless of her sudden lack of depth perception.
As they collide, the jostle of the motion has her bones grinding against one another beneath the pressure. It should hurt, it feels like it would hurt, but it doesn't. Does it? She's not sure, everything feels... tingly. And sweaty, really sweaty. It's very warm in here.
Her face contorts in wild perplexion as Melita's hair unfurls towards her with tiny, red fingers. Aurelia herself ricochets from the blow, whirling away from Melita and the... hair-hands. "That's... weird..." the words slip out.
Her body knows what to do but her mind is slower to catch up. Her surroundings are still spinning even as she feels her feet steady.
And what is that taste?
Aurelia doesn't have long to reflect on this when suddenly something hits her in the side of her knee. Brows furrowing, Aurelia suddenly glares up at Melita.
She makes a single step forward, one leg stiffening, and sweeps the other leg out towards Melita's own flank, thigh, knee, whatever. Only, the strike feels overextended and the space between them lengthens without either of them even having to move. She lurches into the strike regardless of her sudden lack of depth perception.
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
