Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
As far as she can tell, he's completely defeated. A good sport about it in any case, but still defeated. So she relaxes, letting down her guard, and focuses more on the words he says than predicting his next move. "You never know, anything could happen," she shrugs, glancing over him thoughtfully.
Sometimes a fight doesn't come down to who's stronger or faster or more skilled. Sometimes it's pure luck of the dice. But she doesn't need to mentor him, necessarily, considering he doesn't have a particular interest. If he asked, maybe it'd be different. She could teach him a bit more; add to his defenses - should he ever need them.
Ideally they wouldn't ever need to fight and they could carve out a peaceful oceanside life. Nothing's ever that simple, but it is a nice image and she settles on it for a moment, wondering if a real future with him is attainable. If she'd want that. If they both would. "Hm" is all the evidence she gives of her churning thoughts.
That fades when the bag of donuts gets swiped at an opportune moment. She inclines her chin towards him and crosses her arms, eyes never leaving his face. The donuts are thus relinquished and he can keep them for all she cares.
"Well I don't know what those other outlanders say, but I do think you're pretty clever." She murmurs humorously and reaches out to give him a little poke in the ribs. Then her hand smooths over his waist and she pulls him closer, looking up at him, "Thank you for your help," she leans in to kiss his lips lightly, already hoping to make up for tossing him into the sand, "I appreciate you." She says this more lovingly than is initially intended to sound because she means it. "But..." she clears her throat and pulls back a little, "we can stop there, unless you want to keep going."
Sometimes a fight doesn't come down to who's stronger or faster or more skilled. Sometimes it's pure luck of the dice. But she doesn't need to mentor him, necessarily, considering he doesn't have a particular interest. If he asked, maybe it'd be different. She could teach him a bit more; add to his defenses - should he ever need them.
Ideally they wouldn't ever need to fight and they could carve out a peaceful oceanside life. Nothing's ever that simple, but it is a nice image and she settles on it for a moment, wondering if a real future with him is attainable. If she'd want that. If they both would. "Hm" is all the evidence she gives of her churning thoughts.
That fades when the bag of donuts gets swiped at an opportune moment. She inclines her chin towards him and crosses her arms, eyes never leaving his face. The donuts are thus relinquished and he can keep them for all she cares.
"Well I don't know what those other outlanders say, but I do think you're pretty clever." She murmurs humorously and reaches out to give him a little poke in the ribs. Then her hand smooths over his waist and she pulls him closer, looking up at him, "Thank you for your help," she leans in to kiss his lips lightly, already hoping to make up for tossing him into the sand, "I appreciate you." She says this more lovingly than is initially intended to sound because she means it. "But..." she clears her throat and pulls back a little, "we can stop there, unless you want to keep going."
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
