AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia's brows tilt upward when she bites her lip, offering an ever-so-slight tilt of her head as she eyes it again. She almost feels taunted when her personal space is compromised, close enough to touch the other woman if she wanted to reach out. She doesn't move away, though, even if a prickling combination of flushed heat and unease stiffens her back.
Roguish smiles have a way of suckering Aurelia, though. Seriously, it's a weird pattern. But her own broadens enough to show her teeth as she watches the girl laugh, eyes suddenly very keen to observe the softer mannerisms. In spite of herself. "Well, you're in luck," she says, voice lighter, "there's a poison for everyone, miss...?" There's a tangible trailing off as she hopes for a name.
This is when she takes a gentle step forward, holding out her lit cigarette in offering. "Which do you prefer?"
Roguish smiles have a way of suckering Aurelia, though. Seriously, it's a weird pattern. But her own broadens enough to show her teeth as she watches the girl laugh, eyes suddenly very keen to observe the softer mannerisms. In spite of herself. "Well, you're in luck," she says, voice lighter, "there's a poison for everyone, miss...?" There's a tangible trailing off as she hopes for a name.
This is when she takes a gentle step forward, holding out her lit cigarette in offering. "Which do you prefer?"
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
