eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
"I hope I can meet her, someday," she smiles softly, not much heart in it but her words are genuine. She won't encumber him with anymore pressure than he needs, honestly, especially not over this child. However, perhaps she can also alleviate some of it, "If you ever need a little help? I... helped raise my younger sisters, and- well, honestly, I wouldn't mind having a kid around again. As long as I'm not working on the ship, I'd be happy to babysit for you. Whenever you need it, even if it's just because you need a breather. I'm sure Milo wouldn't mind, either."
But that is neither really here nor there, it's simply an offer placed generously on the table for him. He has her support, at least, if no one else's. Though she's sure there are others around who would gladly extend him a hand, now having seen for themselves the kind of things that haunt him...
Her expression hardens and she knows exactly how he feels. Exactly how he feels. It almost hurts her to hear someone else, someone else she cares about, say it. She sips from her drink as he does his. It clinks against the table sooner than his does, emptied. Solemnly, she says, "That's not really for us to decide... we just have to figure out... if we can live with whatever their decision is, in the end."
The next round of drinks are delivered in a somewhat timely manner, Aurelia granting the barkeep a grateful nod and murmur of thanks as she accepts her refill. As the liqour pours smoothly into her glass, she peers up from it at Sunjata. Ironically, now she's the one deciding whether he's worth it or not. Even if they're just friends, he seems to not even think himself worthy of that. "I deserve better?" She scoffs, already feeling a bit of that buzz burning in her cheeks, "Sunjata!" She snaps a little, though not aggressively, but she is intending on snapping him out of his depressed stupor. "I'm literally an ex-assassin, who killed people for a living, I mean- fuck- just look at me," and she motions to the scars that cover her arms, alone, "and now I'm a smuggler," she says this with emphasis, "how much worse of a person do you want me to be, in order to deserve you as a friend? What do you want me to do?" She finishes with a huffy breath and shuts herself up with another drink. Almost bitterly, she looks away and mutters, "We all deserve better than what we get."
But, another point flares up and she looks sharply back at Sunjata. "And anyway, I'm already dragged into your.. shit. I punched Ronin for you, I told Hotaru she could come to me if you guys ever needed my help, I let Nate yell and cry at me over you. No, I even went to Safrin, and that was in part because of what you told me. No," she shakes her head firmly, frowning, "No, you don't get to do that to me. Push me away. Now? No. Fuck that, I'm invested now." She scoffs and sinks into her drink again.
But that is neither really here nor there, it's simply an offer placed generously on the table for him. He has her support, at least, if no one else's. Though she's sure there are others around who would gladly extend him a hand, now having seen for themselves the kind of things that haunt him...
Her expression hardens and she knows exactly how he feels. Exactly how he feels. It almost hurts her to hear someone else, someone else she cares about, say it. She sips from her drink as he does his. It clinks against the table sooner than his does, emptied. Solemnly, she says, "That's not really for us to decide... we just have to figure out... if we can live with whatever their decision is, in the end."
The next round of drinks are delivered in a somewhat timely manner, Aurelia granting the barkeep a grateful nod and murmur of thanks as she accepts her refill. As the liqour pours smoothly into her glass, she peers up from it at Sunjata. Ironically, now she's the one deciding whether he's worth it or not. Even if they're just friends, he seems to not even think himself worthy of that. "I deserve better?" She scoffs, already feeling a bit of that buzz burning in her cheeks, "Sunjata!" She snaps a little, though not aggressively, but she is intending on snapping him out of his depressed stupor. "I'm literally an ex-assassin, who killed people for a living, I mean- fuck- just look at me," and she motions to the scars that cover her arms, alone, "and now I'm a smuggler," she says this with emphasis, "how much worse of a person do you want me to be, in order to deserve you as a friend? What do you want me to do?" She finishes with a huffy breath and shuts herself up with another drink. Almost bitterly, she looks away and mutters, "We all deserve better than what we get."
But, another point flares up and she looks sharply back at Sunjata. "And anyway, I'm already dragged into your.. shit. I punched Ronin for you, I told Hotaru she could come to me if you guys ever needed my help, I let Nate yell and cry at me over you. No, I even went to Safrin, and that was in part because of what you told me. No," she shakes her head firmly, frowning, "No, you don't get to do that to me. Push me away. Now? No. Fuck that, I'm invested now." She scoffs and sinks into her drink again.
Aurelia
