AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia smiles knowingly at the inspired awe and interest Melita takes to her woven story, though it's all very true. It does seem a bit out-of-this-world to Aurelia, even though she's the one that experienced it. In truth, she had expected to find new things out here, but nothing quite like that. She arches her brows in surprise at Melita's mockery of the unimaginable horrors, though she understands it completely and offers a small huff of a laugh in return.
What is it really supposed to mean? Horrors beyond her imagination? They'd have to be pretty fucking horrible, if she's honest, since she has seen a lot in her young life already. Still, something about Mildew felt trustworthy, felt wise... she trusts it, even if the meaning is perhaps a little less literal than she's taken it.
"I think she meant to warn me about it," she comments thoughtfully, shrugging again because, really, she doesn't know for certain. Anyway, Melita is telling her something rather meaningful, that warms her heart and lights her spirit, that brings a coy grin to her expression. "Yeah, maybe..." she tilts her head, looking back down toward what Melita is working on. It seems to be coming together rather well, aside from a small mishap, but she puzzles at what it could be for.
Before she can ask, Melita is asking her something. She takes in a deep breath and purses her lips in a long thought before she answers to the best of her ability. "I'll find out, I imagine, since I've already done something for her. Well, it's more for an item than for her. I asked her for something to protect others with. It's not as if I'm truly doing her work, don't think she trusts me that much as it stands. I'd like to, I think, but I'm not really sure what it would mean, honestly..." she trails off, hesitant of course because who wouldn't be? "But even after just speaking to her once, she's given me a lot of..." she sighs, "hope? Clarity? It's hard to explain, but it's nice... to be given a chance, to have a direction. Something to strive for."
"I didn't used to be a good person..." She admits slowly, knowing she hasn't told Melita anything much of who she once was in the past.
What is it really supposed to mean? Horrors beyond her imagination? They'd have to be pretty fucking horrible, if she's honest, since she has seen a lot in her young life already. Still, something about Mildew felt trustworthy, felt wise... she trusts it, even if the meaning is perhaps a little less literal than she's taken it.
"I think she meant to warn me about it," she comments thoughtfully, shrugging again because, really, she doesn't know for certain. Anyway, Melita is telling her something rather meaningful, that warms her heart and lights her spirit, that brings a coy grin to her expression. "Yeah, maybe..." she tilts her head, looking back down toward what Melita is working on. It seems to be coming together rather well, aside from a small mishap, but she puzzles at what it could be for.
Before she can ask, Melita is asking her something. She takes in a deep breath and purses her lips in a long thought before she answers to the best of her ability. "I'll find out, I imagine, since I've already done something for her. Well, it's more for an item than for her. I asked her for something to protect others with. It's not as if I'm truly doing her work, don't think she trusts me that much as it stands. I'd like to, I think, but I'm not really sure what it would mean, honestly..." she trails off, hesitant of course because who wouldn't be? "But even after just speaking to her once, she's given me a lot of..." she sighs, "hope? Clarity? It's hard to explain, but it's nice... to be given a chance, to have a direction. Something to strive for."
"I didn't used to be a good person..." She admits slowly, knowing she hasn't told Melita anything much of who she once was in the past.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
