Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
Drawn to the scene by the commotion and the sound of angered voices, Aurelia turns from whatever business she'd just been conducting to adhere to the situation at hand. The voice trying to rise above the others, the man standing upon a wall... it makes her eyes narrow with suspicion.
Wading into the crowd carefully, she hopes to settle the incited anger with a wave of her hands and the call of her own voice. "Torchline! Don't stoop to his level! He has no real power over us," Hopefully, people won't give him the satisfaction of feeling as if he's right, "these are just the delusional ramblings of an old man - afraid of change!"
Sunjata's voice through the crowd is heard, and she knows that if things get much worse, there may very well be action taken against the priest. But as Gideon pipes up again, her chin turns up sharply toward him. He won't recognize her, more than likely, but she doesn't much care about reintroductions right now.
"Gideon!" She moves forward through the crowd, hoping to get close enough that he'll have to hear her, "I've met Ascended with more heart and soul than you. Get a move on, we don't want what you're selling!" That last part is more an urge than a threat; a part of her doesn't want to see him hurt - conflicted as that misplaced concern feels. She'd thought of him as a friend, as someone she could trust, before true colors had waved their vile flags. She just prays he has the sense to fuck off.
Wading into the crowd carefully, she hopes to settle the incited anger with a wave of her hands and the call of her own voice. "Torchline! Don't stoop to his level! He has no real power over us," Hopefully, people won't give him the satisfaction of feeling as if he's right, "these are just the delusional ramblings of an old man - afraid of change!"
Sunjata's voice through the crowd is heard, and she knows that if things get much worse, there may very well be action taken against the priest. But as Gideon pipes up again, her chin turns up sharply toward him. He won't recognize her, more than likely, but she doesn't much care about reintroductions right now.
"Gideon!" She moves forward through the crowd, hoping to get close enough that he'll have to hear her, "I've met Ascended with more heart and soul than you. Get a move on, we don't want what you're selling!" That last part is more an urge than a threat; a part of her doesn't want to see him hurt - conflicted as that misplaced concern feels. She'd thought of him as a friend, as someone she could trust, before true colors had waved their vile flags. She just prays he has the sense to fuck off.
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
