Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
The sunglasses being retrieved is something she was only vaguely aware of, mostly because she's fussing over him almost like a mother tiger might fret over a lost cub. It could certainly be worse, though, she thinks. It offers a little relief, but nothing impactful. There is still adrenaline coursing through her from mere moments ago, when she'd thought she'd have to go dive off a cliff for him because there's no way in hell she could live with it if she didn't.
"Shut up, Jack," she breathes out, though she doesn't really mean that and there's a pang of regret for saying it that nags at her heart. If anything, he should keep talking. I wonder how hard he hit his head... Still, she bites back the sorry that wants to come out.
The question he airs isn't answered right away, as she shakes to wipe away the blood. It smears, all over the cloth, brings up a different time and place for her. For a second, because that's truly all it takes, Aurelia's gone. The air between them feels like worlds away and she's back in that nightmarish plane of existence where she did nothing with her life but spill blood (which isn't literally true, not that she'd say or think that).
The only thing that sucks her back to the present is the feeling of Jack's fingers advancing around her wrist. In that instant, she remembers the first time she met him. When he'd fastened his hand around her wrist in this same fashion, but the meaning and the emotions behind it were very different.
Her gaze travels downward towards the rocks and she makes a conscious effort to ground herself to him. Even if she doesn't move to touch him further, his hand is enough. "Sorry," she swallows, eyes a little wide, "you're the one who's injured and I'm over here losing it, it's not helpful. I know," she shakes her head and pauses. Normally she's stronger in situations like this but, then again... she didn't have very many people she cared about before, either.
Things change, though.
"I always thought we were friends." It's a quiet admittance, but it is the truth. There's certain lengths you go to for business partners or employees, and this isn't one of them. He showed her kindness even when he wasn't feeling kind, and she doesn't know how to ever thank him for that. He probably wouldn't want her to, would he? "Let's get back... so someone who actually knows what they're doing can fix you up."
"Shut up, Jack," she breathes out, though she doesn't really mean that and there's a pang of regret for saying it that nags at her heart. If anything, he should keep talking. I wonder how hard he hit his head... Still, she bites back the sorry that wants to come out.
The question he airs isn't answered right away, as she shakes to wipe away the blood. It smears, all over the cloth, brings up a different time and place for her. For a second, because that's truly all it takes, Aurelia's gone. The air between them feels like worlds away and she's back in that nightmarish plane of existence where she did nothing with her life but spill blood (which isn't literally true, not that she'd say or think that).
The only thing that sucks her back to the present is the feeling of Jack's fingers advancing around her wrist. In that instant, she remembers the first time she met him. When he'd fastened his hand around her wrist in this same fashion, but the meaning and the emotions behind it were very different.
Her gaze travels downward towards the rocks and she makes a conscious effort to ground herself to him. Even if she doesn't move to touch him further, his hand is enough. "Sorry," she swallows, eyes a little wide, "you're the one who's injured and I'm over here losing it, it's not helpful. I know," she shakes her head and pauses. Normally she's stronger in situations like this but, then again... she didn't have very many people she cared about before, either.
Things change, though.
"I always thought we were friends." It's a quiet admittance, but it is the truth. There's certain lengths you go to for business partners or employees, and this isn't one of them. He showed her kindness even when he wasn't feeling kind, and she doesn't know how to ever thank him for that. He probably wouldn't want her to, would he? "Let's get back... so someone who actually knows what they're doing can fix you up."
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
