Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
Pain is strange in the way it goes beyond the physical, in the way that it isn't physical but mental. And that pain isn't so easy to heal away with hands that glow with warm light. Of course, she feels his power course through her veins, feels the way it winds through her. It lessens the weight, brings a sag to her tightened muscles. But her mind feels as if it's been flayed with burns that go deeper than skin.
Her gaze flickers between him and the places his hands seek for injury, unconvinced of their safety.
Yet the demand and promise in Milo's voice brings her back down to earth. Her heartbeat slows as she sinks back down, her breathing a reflection of this. "Okay... okay.." her eyes are still wide and wild but she has to trust him. He's all she has right now.
Her hands fight to reach for him, refusing to let go even if her fingers tremble to keep him. She doesn't let much distance form between them, or at least she doesn't want to. Her hands fumble to reach around him as the tension leaves her body in shudders. "Don't," she tells him as he continues his stream of healing, not wanting him to exhaust himself, "don't. I need you, Milo, don't-" her words nearly jumble together in their haste, tears pricking at her eyes. Her throat clenches. She speaks through it weakly, "I need you with me."
She closes her eyes tight as she chokes back her tears, or tries to anyway, seeking the comfort of his proximity.
Her gaze flickers between him and the places his hands seek for injury, unconvinced of their safety.
Yet the demand and promise in Milo's voice brings her back down to earth. Her heartbeat slows as she sinks back down, her breathing a reflection of this. "Okay... okay.." her eyes are still wide and wild but she has to trust him. He's all she has right now.
Her hands fight to reach for him, refusing to let go even if her fingers tremble to keep him. She doesn't let much distance form between them, or at least she doesn't want to. Her hands fumble to reach around him as the tension leaves her body in shudders. "Don't," she tells him as he continues his stream of healing, not wanting him to exhaust himself, "don't. I need you, Milo, don't-" her words nearly jumble together in their haste, tears pricking at her eyes. Her throat clenches. She speaks through it weakly, "I need you with me."
She closes her eyes tight as she chokes back her tears, or tries to anyway, seeking the comfort of his proximity.
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
