Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She relishes every moment that he's suffering, if she's honest, and this is evident in the self-satisfied grin she has. Fuck him, she's having fun with this. Not to worry, though, she doesn't actually plan on being as big of a pussy prick as him. Just enough to make him fume a little, no big deal.
"My favorite color?" It actually startles her, even if he has little no interest in actually knowing. Not many people cared to ask such a little thing, so Aurelia didn't typically care to have an answer prepared...
There are a lot of colors in the world; there are the basic ones, the in-betweens, the mixed-up-mashing of pastels or neons or shadowy darks. Is she simple enough to just say something like 'green' or does her favor run a little deeper than that? Thoughtfully, she narrows her eyes and rests her chin on her ring hand. Her deliberation might be intentional, just to make him squirm with irritation, or maybe it's something she really hasn't ever given much thought - and this is the perfect opportunity to.
"Bright blues and dark purples, I think," she finally answers, thinking of the swath of stars that normally light the night sky. Now that she's grown accustomed to them, she's missed looking up at all their unfathomable possibilities. Universes that will never be reached again but, somehow, they can still look out and admire the mystery.
"But there's also something really appealing about red," She flashes a toothy grin, thinking of a particular red-headed boy whose hair the sunrise sets ablaze. Rather than omit to that, though, she says with a bit of a sinister edge, "like the color of blood."
Leaning back, she relaxes and pulls the ring off of her finger. Without really saying much else to prompt this, she plunks it down on his side of the table. Perhaps the most sincere and friendly she's sounded all night, with no air of confident taunting, she says, "Thanks for playing, Rigby."
"My favorite color?" It actually startles her, even if he has little no interest in actually knowing. Not many people cared to ask such a little thing, so Aurelia didn't typically care to have an answer prepared...
There are a lot of colors in the world; there are the basic ones, the in-betweens, the mixed-up-mashing of pastels or neons or shadowy darks. Is she simple enough to just say something like 'green' or does her favor run a little deeper than that? Thoughtfully, she narrows her eyes and rests her chin on her ring hand. Her deliberation might be intentional, just to make him squirm with irritation, or maybe it's something she really hasn't ever given much thought - and this is the perfect opportunity to.
"Bright blues and dark purples, I think," she finally answers, thinking of the swath of stars that normally light the night sky. Now that she's grown accustomed to them, she's missed looking up at all their unfathomable possibilities. Universes that will never be reached again but, somehow, they can still look out and admire the mystery.
"But there's also something really appealing about red," She flashes a toothy grin, thinking of a particular red-headed boy whose hair the sunrise sets ablaze. Rather than omit to that, though, she says with a bit of a sinister edge, "like the color of blood."
Leaning back, she relaxes and pulls the ring off of her finger. Without really saying much else to prompt this, she plunks it down on his side of the table. Perhaps the most sincere and friendly she's sounded all night, with no air of confident taunting, she says, "Thanks for playing, Rigby."
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
