Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
So he doesn't like it when she calls herself his friend, and she doesn't really blame him for it. After all, he is a street rat - and rats tend to scurry away from the light, preferring the grimy dark and the low lifestyle. If he'd given her half a chance, he'd find out that he wouldn't owe her anything for the gift. And if he did, a single fucking apple wouldn't be enough, but she eyes it anyway. Maybe two would...
She hoists it up against the flat of her palm and takes a generous bite, teeth flashing right as they sink eagerly into the ripe flesh. She chews it up before answering, "Well, I'm glad you don't do your friends. That might complicate things a little, and... well, no offense, but I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. As for the gift, it's not my business what you do with it." She offers a playful grin and takes another bite of the apple.
She hoists it up against the flat of her palm and takes a generous bite, teeth flashing right as they sink eagerly into the ripe flesh. She chews it up before answering, "Well, I'm glad you don't do your friends. That might complicate things a little, and... well, no offense, but I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. As for the gift, it's not my business what you do with it." She offers a playful grin and takes another bite of the apple.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
