Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
In light (or lack thereof) of Longnight and the Ark being repaired, Aurelia's not got much to do but wait until Flowerbirth. So she ventured into the Hanged Man in search of a strong drink to shrug off any anxieties she has about the crew's impending departure.
She's sitting in a booth off to the side and has somehow found herself wrapped up in a card game against a friendly stranger. Whenever that irkingly familiar face shows up, she doesn't realize it. Being wrapped up in the game, her eyes are glued to the cards. Occasionally, she reaches for a glass with amber liquid in it to take a generous swig, as if it's giving her some sort of advantage and she has to have a bit more to ensure her win.
Unexpectedly, she manages her victory - and there were, indeed, stakes. Her opponent huffs in disappointment and then takes a ring right off of his own hand to place it on the table. She flashes him a grin and lifts it up triumphantly. It's a nice piece of jewelry; a gray band with waves engraved around the outside.
It's as she's lifting it up to admire it, her opponent gone and leaving her with the deck of cards, that she spots him. Her grin doesn't disappear though, as she eyes him from across the bar. In fact, it turns into a knowing smirk; something mischievous and amused lighting up her eyes. Funny that he should be eating an apple.
"Hey! Street rat!" she waves him over, tone jovial thanks to the liquid happiness, "come play a round. Drink's on me," she gestures towards the cards and eyes the bartender (who's watching) pointedly. Leaving no room for him to object, she begins shuffling the deck in preparation.
She's sitting in a booth off to the side and has somehow found herself wrapped up in a card game against a friendly stranger. Whenever that irkingly familiar face shows up, she doesn't realize it. Being wrapped up in the game, her eyes are glued to the cards. Occasionally, she reaches for a glass with amber liquid in it to take a generous swig, as if it's giving her some sort of advantage and she has to have a bit more to ensure her win.
Unexpectedly, she manages her victory - and there were, indeed, stakes. Her opponent huffs in disappointment and then takes a ring right off of his own hand to place it on the table. She flashes him a grin and lifts it up triumphantly. It's a nice piece of jewelry; a gray band with waves engraved around the outside.
It's as she's lifting it up to admire it, her opponent gone and leaving her with the deck of cards, that she spots him. Her grin doesn't disappear though, as she eyes him from across the bar. In fact, it turns into a knowing smirk; something mischievous and amused lighting up her eyes. Funny that he should be eating an apple.
"Hey! Street rat!" she waves him over, tone jovial thanks to the liquid happiness, "come play a round. Drink's on me," she gestures towards the cards and eyes the bartender (who's watching) pointedly. Leaving no room for him to object, she begins shuffling the deck in preparation.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
