Aurelia
there's a heart here cast in stone
and there's a past i must atone
and there's a past i must atone
Aurelia's lips purse softly and she offers a small, sad smile. Perhaps Seren is missing the point. Though she knows that she has never had a silver tongue or been particularly talented at swaying others, it is not her intent to manipulate Seren. Aurelia truly believes these thoughts of hers are true, and she does not understand how they could be taken so wrongly. Though, she also does not know what it is like to be the daughter of an Old God's Herald of Life.
She comes from a very different world, and even her fealty to Safrin does not change who she is at her core.
The pressure must be immense, and so she gives up at this point with a soft shrug. As for magic not being a sin? This sentiment baffles her. Then how is being an Ascended a sin? She wonders. Sure, one could say that they chose it. But Aurelia had chosen her magic just as much, had she not? Had she not opened herself up to its realms and possibilities? When she could have very well asked for them to be nullified, or perhaps for an item that could do such a thing.
Yet, she had chosen it.
All of her life, she had wanted nothing more than control. To be able to banish the shadows, even if her light burned and seared and plagued the air with screams.
Once Seren's warning rips through their awkward silence, her gaze lifts sharply from where it has drifted, stuck within her own head, pondering over how she might ease the tension. That will have to wait. The vampiric fucking gourds are at it again, and though Aurelia has brought her bow, she's not sure for how long it will be of use.
Nonetheless, she pulls it off her back and directs a bow at its merciless end. Poising, stilling her self with a strong inhale, she releases. The arrow finds the eye of a pumpkin that threatens after Seren, its vines reaching for her foot. From that point, arrow after arrow flies, each one knotched faster than the last to try and keep up.
Only.. she cannot.
"Gods' sake.." There really is no end.
Tucking her bow away, Aurelia realizes what she must do. The pool within her that so often goes untapped is suddenly pulled from. Fire begins to crackle at her fingertips, her hands guiding the flame into a fireball that she withholds for now. "Seren! Get back!"
Hopefully, this could make the bulk of them fuck right off.
She comes from a very different world, and even her fealty to Safrin does not change who she is at her core.
The pressure must be immense, and so she gives up at this point with a soft shrug. As for magic not being a sin? This sentiment baffles her. Then how is being an Ascended a sin? She wonders. Sure, one could say that they chose it. But Aurelia had chosen her magic just as much, had she not? Had she not opened herself up to its realms and possibilities? When she could have very well asked for them to be nullified, or perhaps for an item that could do such a thing.
Yet, she had chosen it.
All of her life, she had wanted nothing more than control. To be able to banish the shadows, even if her light burned and seared and plagued the air with screams.
Once Seren's warning rips through their awkward silence, her gaze lifts sharply from where it has drifted, stuck within her own head, pondering over how she might ease the tension. That will have to wait. The vampiric fucking gourds are at it again, and though Aurelia has brought her bow, she's not sure for how long it will be of use.
Nonetheless, she pulls it off her back and directs a bow at its merciless end. Poising, stilling her self with a strong inhale, she releases. The arrow finds the eye of a pumpkin that threatens after Seren, its vines reaching for her foot. From that point, arrow after arrow flies, each one knotched faster than the last to try and keep up.
Only.. she cannot.
"Gods' sake.." There really is no end.
Tucking her bow away, Aurelia realizes what she must do. The pool within her that so often goes untapped is suddenly pulled from. Fire begins to crackle at her fingertips, her hands guiding the flame into a fireball that she withholds for now. "Seren! Get back!"
Hopefully, this could make the bulk of them fuck right off.
there were moments i thrust away
now there's a keeper i must pay
now there's a keeper i must pay
