eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia leans back a little when he closes the note, keeping that curious brow arched speculatively at him, a mischievous little smile on her lips. It's only when he reveals what it's really about that she parts her lips and says, "Ah," with more understanding. She considers this idea for a moment before offering her opinion. "I think it's a good idea... it's sweet, actually," she allows the sentiment to air itself in earnest, not feeling too shy to.
"How?" She deliberates over that, again surprised that he'd ask her. "Hm.. you could put it all together in a scrapbook... but that might require skill you don't have. No offense, but you don't seem like the artsy type," she presses a finger to her chin and tilts her head at him, "what about.. a sort of.. treasure chest? With little items orrr trinkets. Things that will remind him of those memories." It's an idea and it's the best one she's got. A time capsule of sorts, piecing together their journey in small, meaningful ways. "Maybe I should do something like that for Milo..." she considers suddenly, wondering if perhaps it would be neglectful of her not to, "something to commemorate the time we've spent together."
She smiles, at Sunjata returning to a more restful state, at the idea of Safrin liking her determination, preferring to think that that could be true rather than wondering if it wouldn't matter solely because of what she is. "I hope so.." she murmurs, glancing toward the cigarette she's placed down into the tray, watching for a bit as the cherry smolders into ash.
"I'm sure it's not the last time it'll happen," she jokes, "and maybe next time I'll be able to hear it, hm?" She glances away, thinking about the time, thinking about the voyage the Ark will soon take. Her smile and lighter expression seem to fade as she does, realizing that she's probably spent too much time here already when she should be preparing with the rest of the crew. "I should... probably go before it gets late," she comments, sounding apologetic as she glances back up toward him. There's a pause as her muscles tense with the idea, before she asks, "Will you be alright?"
"How?" She deliberates over that, again surprised that he'd ask her. "Hm.. you could put it all together in a scrapbook... but that might require skill you don't have. No offense, but you don't seem like the artsy type," she presses a finger to her chin and tilts her head at him, "what about.. a sort of.. treasure chest? With little items orrr trinkets. Things that will remind him of those memories." It's an idea and it's the best one she's got. A time capsule of sorts, piecing together their journey in small, meaningful ways. "Maybe I should do something like that for Milo..." she considers suddenly, wondering if perhaps it would be neglectful of her not to, "something to commemorate the time we've spent together."
She smiles, at Sunjata returning to a more restful state, at the idea of Safrin liking her determination, preferring to think that that could be true rather than wondering if it wouldn't matter solely because of what she is. "I hope so.." she murmurs, glancing toward the cigarette she's placed down into the tray, watching for a bit as the cherry smolders into ash.
"I'm sure it's not the last time it'll happen," she jokes, "and maybe next time I'll be able to hear it, hm?" She glances away, thinking about the time, thinking about the voyage the Ark will soon take. Her smile and lighter expression seem to fade as she does, realizing that she's probably spent too much time here already when she should be preparing with the rest of the crew. "I should... probably go before it gets late," she comments, sounding apologetic as she glances back up toward him. There's a pause as her muscles tense with the idea, before she asks, "Will you be alright?"
Aurelia
