Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
Her gaze scans the misty, jagged ledges for any sign of the captain, looking for his familiar mane of hair or grouchy blue eyes or his skinny, god damn ass. Only it's none of those that catches her eye. It's the dark glare of those sunglasses. She barely hears the words he says, he barely has the time to say them, before she's picking her way as quickly as she can toward him. There's a fine mix of relief and this-isn't-over-yet panic in her eyes as she sees - and even smells - the blood that's smeared and dripping over his face.
"Jack," she gasps out just as she feels the lurch of her weight, stopping completely, eyeing the empty air. Fucking hell, this is terrifying. Her eyes rake back to him, towards the sketchy as fuck space between them. "Just- hold on." She swallows the bile in her throat and stiffens her shaking hands.
She continues on, searching for whatever sturdy thing she can to ground herself to. A particularly strong, lengthy root leans out towards her and she buries it in a vicelike grip. She doesn't need him to risk falling, to risk jumping for her hand, not when she's perfectly capable of grabbing him herself.
But as she reaches out and snags him by a handful of his shirt, rocks beneath them crumble and fall with the added weight. Her eyes widen and, for a moment, she thinks they might both drop. Alas, nothing else really happens. Not yet, anyway, and she lets out an extremely nervous laugh. "I take it back, this place is fuckin' shitty. Why'd you wanna hang out here again?"
At that, she attempts to pull him up towards safety. Well, something more safe, anyway.
"Jack," she gasps out just as she feels the lurch of her weight, stopping completely, eyeing the empty air. Fucking hell, this is terrifying. Her eyes rake back to him, towards the sketchy as fuck space between them. "Just- hold on." She swallows the bile in her throat and stiffens her shaking hands.
She continues on, searching for whatever sturdy thing she can to ground herself to. A particularly strong, lengthy root leans out towards her and she buries it in a vicelike grip. She doesn't need him to risk falling, to risk jumping for her hand, not when she's perfectly capable of grabbing him herself.
But as she reaches out and snags him by a handful of his shirt, rocks beneath them crumble and fall with the added weight. Her eyes widen and, for a moment, she thinks they might both drop. Alas, nothing else really happens. Not yet, anyway, and she lets out an extremely nervous laugh. "I take it back, this place is fuckin' shitty. Why'd you wanna hang out here again?"
At that, she attempts to pull him up towards safety. Well, something more safe, anyway.
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
