Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
"Good," it's meant to be a sarcastic retort but it comes out in a breathy, distracted sigh. How he can keep up his sarcastic bullshittery is beyond her in this moment, but she tries to reflect it back at him if only to keep him from completely freaking out. She doesn't know what she'd do if the situation were reversed.
'Listen' he says, and her eyes flash towards his face with a solemn look on her expression. It doesn't deter her even as she meets his gaze, reaches out to grab him by the folds of his shirt. She pauses only when rocks tumble out into the vast mist, but soon she's hoisting him up and pulling him in towards her, towards safety. The blood on his forehead is enough to draw her brows upward in concern, and she keeps her hand locked onto his shoulder.
Regardless of whether he appears fine, she knows head injuries enough not to trust that he'll be okay on his own. So she hopes he won't be stupid enough to let go of her stabilizing grip, or try to shrug out of it. She doesn't mind the closeness between them. Hell, Jack can lay across her shoulder for all she cares. "Yeah, yeah, agreed," she says to his declaration of getting the fuck on out. "Keep holding on, Jack," she orders him firmly, "just hold onto me, okay? I'll get us fucked right off outta here, okay?"
Her eyes are wide as they move back and forth between the path and him, making sure he's not losing his footing, making sure she's finding good enough footing for him to take.
"Here, let me climb up and give you a hand," she says when they reach a particularly steep edge.
She uses her feet, hands, strength, and agility, whatever combination is required, to clamber up onto the ledge. It's then that she reaches down for him, lifting him up onto the ledge. From here, she turns to examine his head. "Are you okay?" She asks finally, in spite of wondering this the entire time. Her fingers boldly yet gently explore his temple for the source of bleeding before letting him move on.
'Listen' he says, and her eyes flash towards his face with a solemn look on her expression. It doesn't deter her even as she meets his gaze, reaches out to grab him by the folds of his shirt. She pauses only when rocks tumble out into the vast mist, but soon she's hoisting him up and pulling him in towards her, towards safety. The blood on his forehead is enough to draw her brows upward in concern, and she keeps her hand locked onto his shoulder.
Regardless of whether he appears fine, she knows head injuries enough not to trust that he'll be okay on his own. So she hopes he won't be stupid enough to let go of her stabilizing grip, or try to shrug out of it. She doesn't mind the closeness between them. Hell, Jack can lay across her shoulder for all she cares. "Yeah, yeah, agreed," she says to his declaration of getting the fuck on out. "Keep holding on, Jack," she orders him firmly, "just hold onto me, okay? I'll get us fucked right off outta here, okay?"
Her eyes are wide as they move back and forth between the path and him, making sure he's not losing his footing, making sure she's finding good enough footing for him to take.
"Here, let me climb up and give you a hand," she says when they reach a particularly steep edge.
She uses her feet, hands, strength, and agility, whatever combination is required, to clamber up onto the ledge. It's then that she reaches down for him, lifting him up onto the ledge. From here, she turns to examine his head. "Are you okay?" She asks finally, in spite of wondering this the entire time. Her fingers boldly yet gently explore his temple for the source of bleeding before letting him move on.
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
