Aurelia
I'm ready to run through the heat of the sun
I'm ready to climb this mountain inside
I'm ready to climb this mountain inside
She nods once with her blocky, striped head, showing him a visible que of understanding. The honesty that pulses across the bond does work to soothe the worry and concern that made her features taut. Her self-doubt feels far weaker in the face of his assurance, as does her guard.
That's a trap I'm afraid of falling into myself... she admits, tone regretful. She watches as he sifts the rag, rolls it, ensures that it hasn't sprung into flames, and listens with ears that flick or swivel from time to time.
She tilts her chin up and her gaze drifts across the scars inlayed on his tattoos, then up to the rugged features of his face. I understand. But... there's a low rumble in her throat, and she shifts her weight on her paws, I'll miss having you around.
As if to ease the tension from this moment and to match the humor she can see so plainly in his grin, she lifts one of her large paws and flexes the muscles so that her claws unsheathe. Whose ass am I supposed to kick in the ring now?! There's a soft chuckle that follows that, since they both know who would kick whose ass. But there's a twinge of sadness underlying it, as well. Things have been irrevocably changed now, and there is no amount of repaired buildings or rebuilt bridges that would make them feel the same.
That's a trap I'm afraid of falling into myself... she admits, tone regretful. She watches as he sifts the rag, rolls it, ensures that it hasn't sprung into flames, and listens with ears that flick or swivel from time to time.
She tilts her chin up and her gaze drifts across the scars inlayed on his tattoos, then up to the rugged features of his face. I understand. But... there's a low rumble in her throat, and she shifts her weight on her paws, I'll miss having you around.
As if to ease the tension from this moment and to match the humor she can see so plainly in his grin, she lifts one of her large paws and flexes the muscles so that her claws unsheathe. Whose ass am I supposed to kick in the ring now?! There's a soft chuckle that follows that, since they both know who would kick whose ass. But there's a twinge of sadness underlying it, as well. Things have been irrevocably changed now, and there is no amount of repaired buildings or rebuilt bridges that would make them feel the same.
I'm ready to hope, swing me out of the low
Wide awake in the glow, can't do it alone
Wide awake in the glow, can't do it alone
