AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Milo's warmth is enough to light a room and it gives Aurelia a flash of contrasting emotions. Like remembering what happened the last time he used his healing, how it had brought up certain, darker memories for her. She pushes that back, though, swallowing hard and taking a step aside to let him get a look at Rigby.
The light from his hands doesn't illicit such a negative response in her now, now that she's delved into her own magics, gotten more used to how things just are. His readiness to help is a boon among all of this fuckery anyway. He's not upset either, that's good, and she hopes he won't be later. As for what happened, she doesn't know how to answer that and finds that she's unable to speak for herself.
Then Rigby opens his indignant, ungrateful mouth, and honestly? It ought to be answer enough. Aurelia's jaw tightens into a hard clench and her fingers ball into fists as she fights the urge to toss him, or punch him in the nose. No, she wouldn't do that.
But she does lean forward and tear the arrowhead right out of his leg - something she's been wanting to do for a while now. Blood spurts out in response and she could care less at this point. "Who's the idiot?"
She looks at Milo then, mixed emotion winding her brows together, "I shot him."
She moves away more fully then, to get away from the pressure of it all and cool off, finding a bin to dispose of the bloody stick. There's nothing else she can say about it, not as she pulls off her cloak and sets it on a clear space on the counter, then moves to take off the bow and quiver slung over her shoulders.
The light from his hands doesn't illicit such a negative response in her now, now that she's delved into her own magics, gotten more used to how things just are. His readiness to help is a boon among all of this fuckery anyway. He's not upset either, that's good, and she hopes he won't be later. As for what happened, she doesn't know how to answer that and finds that she's unable to speak for herself.
Then Rigby opens his indignant, ungrateful mouth, and honestly? It ought to be answer enough. Aurelia's jaw tightens into a hard clench and her fingers ball into fists as she fights the urge to toss him, or punch him in the nose. No, she wouldn't do that.
But she does lean forward and tear the arrowhead right out of his leg - something she's been wanting to do for a while now. Blood spurts out in response and she could care less at this point. "Who's the idiot?"
She looks at Milo then, mixed emotion winding her brows together, "I shot him."
She moves away more fully then, to get away from the pressure of it all and cool off, finding a bin to dispose of the bloody stick. There's nothing else she can say about it, not as she pulls off her cloak and sets it on a clear space on the counter, then moves to take off the bow and quiver slung over her shoulders.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
