AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia fidgets with the crown now resting on her head, adjusting it this way and that until she finds a perfect placement. Despite the heaviness of the ins and outs of their conversation, she feels far less of a need to dwell over it. She's done enough of that already. "I've had enough of the past," she remarks, not feeling much one way or the other about the Voice anymore, "there's a reason it's no longer the present."
She's surprised by the genuine words that are sparked from Melita, raising her brows as she returns the look. For a moment she can only be startled, watching as the red-haired woman sighs before returning to her flower crown. She smiles softly at the way it looks on Melita, the way her curls bunch and press around the varied petals.
"That's true... I never had a say in much of anything..." she trails off. It's something she's always fought so hard against, the toils and whims of fate dashing every hope or dream she ever had... And again, it happened, brought her here. Somehow, she still finds it in herself to pick up the pieces, and she lifts up her chin at this. "Even if I am tainted, I don't mind it. Adds character, you know?" She reaches out to nudge Melita with her elbow, grinning and chuckling. No, even if life wanted to bring everything crashing down, Aurelia would still hope and dream if for no other reason than to spite it all.
"You have?" She's both surprised and not, though, what with how well she knows Melita by now. She considers this and shrugs, "There's probably nowhere you wouldn't go, huh?" At the sound of having to drag Milo there, Aurelia smirks. "You mean he didn't want to go into the great unknown, where everything's on fire and it's hotter than hell!?" She couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to! She laughs a little, but sobers when Melita asks for clarification.
"Well, no, I don't know how it happened. I found an underground forest, beneath the Oerwoud, which was spectacular until a tiger attacked me," she shifts and pulls down the collar of her shirt to reveal the scabs where she'd been clawed. They've almost healed over completely. Relaxing again, she goes on, "Wessex... She helped me out, used my own magic to.. blow it up, essentially. Wasn't even five minutes later that we were suddenly.. in some sort of pit. Lava everywhere. Luckily she... teleported us out, and that's what she thinks it was. Some kind of teleportation magic in the Wilds."
She's surprised by the genuine words that are sparked from Melita, raising her brows as she returns the look. For a moment she can only be startled, watching as the red-haired woman sighs before returning to her flower crown. She smiles softly at the way it looks on Melita, the way her curls bunch and press around the varied petals.
"That's true... I never had a say in much of anything..." she trails off. It's something she's always fought so hard against, the toils and whims of fate dashing every hope or dream she ever had... And again, it happened, brought her here. Somehow, she still finds it in herself to pick up the pieces, and she lifts up her chin at this. "Even if I am tainted, I don't mind it. Adds character, you know?" She reaches out to nudge Melita with her elbow, grinning and chuckling. No, even if life wanted to bring everything crashing down, Aurelia would still hope and dream if for no other reason than to spite it all.
"You have?" She's both surprised and not, though, what with how well she knows Melita by now. She considers this and shrugs, "There's probably nowhere you wouldn't go, huh?" At the sound of having to drag Milo there, Aurelia smirks. "You mean he didn't want to go into the great unknown, where everything's on fire and it's hotter than hell!?" She couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to! She laughs a little, but sobers when Melita asks for clarification.
"Well, no, I don't know how it happened. I found an underground forest, beneath the Oerwoud, which was spectacular until a tiger attacked me," she shifts and pulls down the collar of her shirt to reveal the scabs where she'd been clawed. They've almost healed over completely. Relaxing again, she goes on, "Wessex... She helped me out, used my own magic to.. blow it up, essentially. Wasn't even five minutes later that we were suddenly.. in some sort of pit. Lava everywhere. Luckily she... teleported us out, and that's what she thinks it was. Some kind of teleportation magic in the Wilds."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
