Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
The pressure coming down is enough to make her knees buckle, falling against him with hands that shake to hold on. "Milo-" her voice is quieter now, words coming out in a trembly rush, "Milo, it's me-" She knows she looks different, but she can't explain that right now.
The strength of his healing won't be enough to right all the wrongs, they both know this, but it soothes her like a streak of light through the dark. It brings some amount of force back to her ragged, frayed heart. The seer along her skin cools as if it were a flame that's been put out. Her clothes can't be healed where they were singed by the lightning, shredded at the seams. Fresh scars lain across her skin like branches of a tree can't be healed either, but she doesn't feel their pain so vividly anymore.
Breathless, one of her hands reaches up to grasp around the collar of his shirt. For a fraction of a second, her expression softens and she's relieved. She's safe.
Panic climbs back into her very bones as she looks at him, though, and it isn't for herself. She tries to urge her muscles to move even if they scream in protest. "Milo, you shouldn't be here, it's not-" the words catch in her throat and she gasps to steady her breath, for she's been running too, "It's not safe- we have to go, now,"
The strength of his healing won't be enough to right all the wrongs, they both know this, but it soothes her like a streak of light through the dark. It brings some amount of force back to her ragged, frayed heart. The seer along her skin cools as if it were a flame that's been put out. Her clothes can't be healed where they were singed by the lightning, shredded at the seams. Fresh scars lain across her skin like branches of a tree can't be healed either, but she doesn't feel their pain so vividly anymore.
Breathless, one of her hands reaches up to grasp around the collar of his shirt. For a fraction of a second, her expression softens and she's relieved. She's safe.
Panic climbs back into her very bones as she looks at him, though, and it isn't for herself. She tries to urge her muscles to move even if they scream in protest. "Milo, you shouldn't be here, it's not-" the words catch in her throat and she gasps to steady her breath, for she's been running too, "It's not safe- we have to go, now,"
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
