Aurelia
'cause not everything means something, honey
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
Aurelia's brow arches and she wonders just how much all this drink is going straight to his head. (It's a good thing she can't read his mind, and who knows how many times that'll be true of their relationship, because that stings, Jack. Ouch.) "It's not all about size and strength, you know," she replies coolly, "and anyway, not every crime is deserving of a night in jail. But, if someone were to resist arrest, then... more extreme measures can be taken, and you know I'm fully capable of that, at least." It's true - for all the ways Aurelia can be impulsive or reckless, at least she isn't afraid to take some fucking action.
She snorts in response to his comment, almost rolling her eyes as she sips another drag from her cigarette. With a grimace, she stamps it out in the ash tray and leans in to ask him a very serious question.
His answer is so ready and casual and it irks something akin to suspicion within her, but she can't tell that it's a lie. Not really, and what would she be accusing him of otherwise? Spying? She shrugs, and she might've let him have this one except for what happens next. It's when she feels the press of his companion against her legs that Aurelia startles a bit, and her name being said makes her eyes widen.
But it doesn't match the voice from the Wilds, and that wouldn't make any fucking sense anyway, and for that her initial shock and horror is replaced with more of that growing suspicion. How did they know? The question is glaring now, and Aurelia gives him an unsettled look. "There's something you're not telling me, Jack," she says, though her words are more careful than accusatory. She leans back in her seat, moving out of his space. "Haven't I proven that you can trust me? I haven't kept anything from you, not intentionally. If you're spying on me... I don't get it, you could just ask and I'd tell you whatever you wanted to know."
She snorts in response to his comment, almost rolling her eyes as she sips another drag from her cigarette. With a grimace, she stamps it out in the ash tray and leans in to ask him a very serious question.
His answer is so ready and casual and it irks something akin to suspicion within her, but she can't tell that it's a lie. Not really, and what would she be accusing him of otherwise? Spying? She shrugs, and she might've let him have this one except for what happens next. It's when she feels the press of his companion against her legs that Aurelia startles a bit, and her name being said makes her eyes widen.
But it doesn't match the voice from the Wilds, and that wouldn't make any fucking sense anyway, and for that her initial shock and horror is replaced with more of that growing suspicion. How did they know? The question is glaring now, and Aurelia gives him an unsettled look. "There's something you're not telling me, Jack," she says, though her words are more careful than accusatory. She leans back in her seat, moving out of his space. "Haven't I proven that you can trust me? I haven't kept anything from you, not intentionally. If you're spying on me... I don't get it, you could just ask and I'd tell you whatever you wanted to know."
if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
I will bear the unbearable
