Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
Out of all of them, the bravest one she's come across tonight has to be Milo. He could take her words and run, leave her to the fire and smoke, to a pursuer she can't even see to be able to fight off. He should, Aurelia knows this. Yet he remains beside her, and for that she'll be eternally grateful.
The shortcuts he takes jumble together into an incoherent blur as she tries to fight the darkness of sleep, fearing that it will be the last time she opens her eyes. The smoke thins and vacantly she realizes they're home. The chaos of the world outside is muffled, things feel quieter. It's haunting. She can't sleep at a time like this. Wake up..
Wake up.
She jolts into fuller consciousness and cries out in agonized alarm. It's stifled as soon as she realizes where she is. It's Milo's healing touch she feels on her skin, not lightning through her bones; it's his soothing voice she hears, not the crackle of electricity.
"Milo.." her expression twists with all of her fractured emotions.
Her chest, which had begun to heave with the race of her heart, caves. She falls back into the couch for a moment. Catching her breath is still hard.
And it's only for a moment before suddenly she's jolting again and she swings herself upright. Her vision fogs with the motion but she doesn't care. One of her hands reaches to clasp around his wrist, shaking as adrenaline reignites her.
"Milo," her teeth grit together as she bites back everything except the need to ensure his safety, "I ca-can't- I shouldn't be here-" She can't, they must have been followed. And by who? She doesn't even know. That's the worst part. It could've been anyone.. "If they followed us-" She's been through enough to know better than to let her guard down. And now? Now that Milo's apart of it she can't let anything happen to him.
The shortcuts he takes jumble together into an incoherent blur as she tries to fight the darkness of sleep, fearing that it will be the last time she opens her eyes. The smoke thins and vacantly she realizes they're home. The chaos of the world outside is muffled, things feel quieter. It's haunting. She can't sleep at a time like this. Wake up..
Wake up.
She jolts into fuller consciousness and cries out in agonized alarm. It's stifled as soon as she realizes where she is. It's Milo's healing touch she feels on her skin, not lightning through her bones; it's his soothing voice she hears, not the crackle of electricity.
"Milo.." her expression twists with all of her fractured emotions.
Her chest, which had begun to heave with the race of her heart, caves. She falls back into the couch for a moment. Catching her breath is still hard.
And it's only for a moment before suddenly she's jolting again and she swings herself upright. Her vision fogs with the motion but she doesn't care. One of her hands reaches to clasp around his wrist, shaking as adrenaline reignites her.
"Milo," her teeth grit together as she bites back everything except the need to ensure his safety, "I ca-can't- I shouldn't be here-" She can't, they must have been followed. And by who? She doesn't even know. That's the worst part. It could've been anyone.. "If they followed us-" She's been through enough to know better than to let her guard down. And now? Now that Milo's apart of it she can't let anything happen to him.
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
