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
His saying that it's not the first time does little to dampen Aurelia's spirit, at least not until she's finished expelling all of this anger.
"Well- that's good, isn't it?" she queries, about Safrin's tattoo healing him. Even still, he didn't seem to entirely think so, not as he shifts his weight uncomfortably. And though she understands a bit better now what it's like to give oneself to the herald of life, it's the choice they made.
When she's done ranting, all she can do is let her words bleed back into rationality as the red fades from her vision and she's left looking back up at Sunjata. Regret flashes in her eyes, suddenly sorry that she's put the weight of her own anger upon him, but it disappears as he pulls her into another embrace. Suppose it's what they need in this moment, to have their fires be matched rather than contained. Her hands come up around him, fingers tightening around the fabric of his clothes as she listens to his voice.
After inhaling a deep breath, she slowly pulls apart from him, one of her hands lingering on his arm. "She wants to hurt you without being hurt herself, and if she's this angry at you... I don't think she's going to stop at this. They've had time to regroup.." she swallows down as she looks at their surroundings, "I-" She shakes her head and looks down sharply, "I've got a bad feeling, Sunjata. Constantly. The longer time goes on, the worse this feels." It's hard to admit, and it's even harder to explain. Her hand falls away from his arm and she steps back, tilting her head a bit.
"But you know something? What's so twisted about all of it," She looks at him with a sharper gaze this time, "I met her while you were recovering from Remi's... punishment, when you were framed for hurting Vervain. She told me all about loyalty, about giving you a reason to come home, people to come home to, and she seemed to care so much. She was so ready to protect you, so suspicious of me," her lips twist into a deeper grimace, something akin to a bitter snarl because oh the irony. "Then, she does this, and this is who she really is. She never cared about you or Nate - not more than she cared about herself. That's why she left you when Kamaria was born, because she couldn't handle it, she didn't want to raise someone else's child - the fact that it was yours didn't matter. It didn't matter at all, did it?" Her gaze narrows. Although she's doing a lot better at tempering her anger this time there's something that feels a lot more furious and steely about it. And she knows this is hard for Sunjata to hear, but even so.. she says these things anyway.
"Well- that's good, isn't it?" she queries, about Safrin's tattoo healing him. Even still, he didn't seem to entirely think so, not as he shifts his weight uncomfortably. And though she understands a bit better now what it's like to give oneself to the herald of life, it's the choice they made.
When she's done ranting, all she can do is let her words bleed back into rationality as the red fades from her vision and she's left looking back up at Sunjata. Regret flashes in her eyes, suddenly sorry that she's put the weight of her own anger upon him, but it disappears as he pulls her into another embrace. Suppose it's what they need in this moment, to have their fires be matched rather than contained. Her hands come up around him, fingers tightening around the fabric of his clothes as she listens to his voice.
After inhaling a deep breath, she slowly pulls apart from him, one of her hands lingering on his arm. "She wants to hurt you without being hurt herself, and if she's this angry at you... I don't think she's going to stop at this. They've had time to regroup.." she swallows down as she looks at their surroundings, "I-" She shakes her head and looks down sharply, "I've got a bad feeling, Sunjata. Constantly. The longer time goes on, the worse this feels." It's hard to admit, and it's even harder to explain. Her hand falls away from his arm and she steps back, tilting her head a bit.
"But you know something? What's so twisted about all of it," She looks at him with a sharper gaze this time, "I met her while you were recovering from Remi's... punishment, when you were framed for hurting Vervain. She told me all about loyalty, about giving you a reason to come home, people to come home to, and she seemed to care so much. She was so ready to protect you, so suspicious of me," her lips twist into a deeper grimace, something akin to a bitter snarl because oh the irony. "Then, she does this, and this is who she really is. She never cared about you or Nate - not more than she cared about herself. That's why she left you when Kamaria was born, because she couldn't handle it, she didn't want to raise someone else's child - the fact that it was yours didn't matter. It didn't matter at all, did it?" Her gaze narrows. Although she's doing a lot better at tempering her anger this time there's something that feels a lot more furious and steely about it. And she knows this is hard for Sunjata to hear, but even so.. she says these things anyway.
if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
I will bear the unbearable
