Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
Her walls do build back up, to no fault of his own. The subjects and emotions are hard and even harder still is facing them, processing them. There is strength in doing it, but all Aurelia feels is weak, exhausted, frayed.
She nods meekly in the face of Milo's words, wanting to trust in herself the same way he does. "As long as you believe in me, then that's all that matters," she mumbles against his chest, nestling in against him.
In the blink of an eye her weight is lesser, her frame smaller, and a dark red coat brushes against his skin. She blinks at him with dark, beady eyes before nuzzling into the crook of his arm with a tiny huff of breath.
Fin
She nods meekly in the face of Milo's words, wanting to trust in herself the same way he does. "As long as you believe in me, then that's all that matters," she mumbles against his chest, nestling in against him.
In the blink of an eye her weight is lesser, her frame smaller, and a dark red coat brushes against his skin. She blinks at him with dark, beady eyes before nuzzling into the crook of his arm with a tiny huff of breath.
Fin
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
