eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
She nods in understanding, accepting that the way others' shifts manifest could be differnt, that the way hers manifest.. could be different. It's a striking thought, makes her pause and wonder at herself. Would she sprout horns atop her head when 'spooked'? Maybe feathers, or claws. She's not sure what sort of animals tug and pull at her heartstrings, having never felt a particular connection to any of them herself. "It's still good to know how it effects you either way," she says, "I won't complain about knowing you a little better."
She peers down at what it is he's scribbling down into his journal, arching a curious and speculative brow. "Telling your diary about me already, hm?" She hoists her cigarette up to her lips with a smile.
His scaled arms reign in over the table as he leans in and Aurelia finds herself comfortable in the closeness, for once. It's a contrast to how she feels about most people getting close, that initial pang of hesitance. She can't feel it here, and maybe she owes that to the alcohol. Maybe not. Either way, she inclines her head downward in order to look up at him, interested in what he advice he has.
"Mhm," she hums in answer to his rhetorical question, letting her teeth clench and then relax at his declaration of her being strong. Her lips purse thoughtfully and she shrugs a little, "Yeah, I guess there isn't any harm in it..." she sets the cigarette down into the tray, catching onto the way he says 'when' and not 'if'. "If she doesn't think I'm ready, then.. I'll just have to show her that I am," she adds more affirmatively.
A sharp laugh penetrates her lungs when he says he'll show her a thing or two, and she rests her hands across the table. "I'm sure you will," she rolls her eyes, "I haven't forgotten how you almost killed me after the... horse incident," she smirks back at him, knowing that isn't anywhere near the full truth.
She peers down at what it is he's scribbling down into his journal, arching a curious and speculative brow. "Telling your diary about me already, hm?" She hoists her cigarette up to her lips with a smile.
His scaled arms reign in over the table as he leans in and Aurelia finds herself comfortable in the closeness, for once. It's a contrast to how she feels about most people getting close, that initial pang of hesitance. She can't feel it here, and maybe she owes that to the alcohol. Maybe not. Either way, she inclines her head downward in order to look up at him, interested in what he advice he has.
"Mhm," she hums in answer to his rhetorical question, letting her teeth clench and then relax at his declaration of her being strong. Her lips purse thoughtfully and she shrugs a little, "Yeah, I guess there isn't any harm in it..." she sets the cigarette down into the tray, catching onto the way he says 'when' and not 'if'. "If she doesn't think I'm ready, then.. I'll just have to show her that I am," she adds more affirmatively.
A sharp laugh penetrates her lungs when he says he'll show her a thing or two, and she rests her hands across the table. "I'm sure you will," she rolls her eyes, "I haven't forgotten how you almost killed me after the... horse incident," she smirks back at him, knowing that isn't anywhere near the full truth.
Aurelia
