Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
The tough lines etched across his shoulders and extending out through his jaw don't go unnoticed, and she does her best to smooth them over, but she knows it isn't okay. She can remember vividly the look on his face when he'd found her, when she'd dumped everything onto his shoulders, and then left just as soon as everything seemed to be okay. It wasn't what she wanted, she hopes he believes that.
His silence is met with patient understanding; she isn't apologizing just to patch things together again and pretend it never happened. Her head inclines to the side a bit when he starts to gently shake his own. Only, the kiss pressed to her nose irons out any worry in her gut that he might decide no, this is too much. She settles into his arms with the small yet meaningful assurance, and the ones that follow.
She can't help but to smile, even if it's not something that reaches very far past the cloud of darkness they've been surrounded by. Her eyelids sink lower and a short breath expels from her lungs with the whisper of a laugh in it. She shakes her head and then lifts it, to gently bump his nose with hers even as he tries to sober. It's a little thing, but it brings her comfort anyway.
Her gaze flutters back open to meet his eyes as he speaks again, though, and the smile is lost but not in such a bad way this time. "I won't," she promises, gently closing the gap between them as her hand guides his jaw closer, "I love you," and she leans in kiss to his lips, letting her lips reinforce the meaning of her words.
She doesn't linger for very long, cutting it perhaps a little too short, but she eases down from the kiss in spite of herself and parts from him without force. "Gods, I need a shower," she sighs raggedly, bringing attention to her half-dead appearance. Her hair's knotted, her clothes smell burnt and they look burnt, and she could certainly use something that feels... cleansing.
She makes her way towards the bathroom with steps that are sore and aching. "Milo?" She pauses and looks back over her shoulder at him. "Come in with me," she says, and there's a gentle edge to her tone. She's not coming back up from this sea of shit without him, not willing to leave him behind in it for a second. Not even for a shower, and truthfully she really doesn't want to be alone right now.
His silence is met with patient understanding; she isn't apologizing just to patch things together again and pretend it never happened. Her head inclines to the side a bit when he starts to gently shake his own. Only, the kiss pressed to her nose irons out any worry in her gut that he might decide no, this is too much. She settles into his arms with the small yet meaningful assurance, and the ones that follow.
She can't help but to smile, even if it's not something that reaches very far past the cloud of darkness they've been surrounded by. Her eyelids sink lower and a short breath expels from her lungs with the whisper of a laugh in it. She shakes her head and then lifts it, to gently bump his nose with hers even as he tries to sober. It's a little thing, but it brings her comfort anyway.
Her gaze flutters back open to meet his eyes as he speaks again, though, and the smile is lost but not in such a bad way this time. "I won't," she promises, gently closing the gap between them as her hand guides his jaw closer, "I love you," and she leans in kiss to his lips, letting her lips reinforce the meaning of her words.
She doesn't linger for very long, cutting it perhaps a little too short, but she eases down from the kiss in spite of herself and parts from him without force. "Gods, I need a shower," she sighs raggedly, bringing attention to her half-dead appearance. Her hair's knotted, her clothes smell burnt and they look burnt, and she could certainly use something that feels... cleansing.
She makes her way towards the bathroom with steps that are sore and aching. "Milo?" She pauses and looks back over her shoulder at him. "Come in with me," she says, and there's a gentle edge to her tone. She's not coming back up from this sea of shit without him, not willing to leave him behind in it for a second. Not even for a shower, and truthfully she really doesn't want to be alone right now.
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
