Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Aurelia's fingers halt as Maeve suggests the black book. With a raise of her brow, she pries it from its place on the shelf and props it open. Flitting through the pages with care, she skims but for the times when she has to pause because a line has caught her attention - or to look back up at Maeve.
"You... don't?" She questions, a little bolder, "He didn't tell you why he left?" If that's true, she feels a prick of guilt in her heart. She'd done that, too. "I'm sorry," she adds more gently. Whether she's apologizing for what she did or what Locke did, she's not too sure. Both, maybe.
She can understand the part about thinking that the gods don't care. To that, she nods slightly and frowns back down at the page she's paused on. Why would they care, about one little person, among so many? One little, unimpactful life. Only, Aurelia knows better than to feed such a naive thought. One person can make quite the difference.
Aurelia closes the book and places it right back where she had found it. Turning, she looks over at Maeve where she drinks her tea, and listens with more attentive earnest as the other woman goes on to share her side of things with the Herald of Life. She smiles softly when Maeve says that Safrin believes in her.
"There is something about her that makes you think you just might be meant for more, isn't there?" She agrees wistfully, speaking from her own experience. For a moment, she leaves it at that, lets that warm feeling bubble over. Then, a shadow flickers across her expression and her smile falters heavily into a frown. "I tried to speak with her recently... but... something else came to me in her place," her lips hover over the explanation that teeters on the tip of her tongue, "it felt nothing like that. It was dark, and it fed off of my darkness."
Fed off of it only to feed it right back to her. And she feels so very stupid now, though something... something more sinister, that darker part of her, stirs restlessly.
"You... don't?" She questions, a little bolder, "He didn't tell you why he left?" If that's true, she feels a prick of guilt in her heart. She'd done that, too. "I'm sorry," she adds more gently. Whether she's apologizing for what she did or what Locke did, she's not too sure. Both, maybe.
She can understand the part about thinking that the gods don't care. To that, she nods slightly and frowns back down at the page she's paused on. Why would they care, about one little person, among so many? One little, unimpactful life. Only, Aurelia knows better than to feed such a naive thought. One person can make quite the difference.
Aurelia closes the book and places it right back where she had found it. Turning, she looks over at Maeve where she drinks her tea, and listens with more attentive earnest as the other woman goes on to share her side of things with the Herald of Life. She smiles softly when Maeve says that Safrin believes in her.
"There is something about her that makes you think you just might be meant for more, isn't there?" She agrees wistfully, speaking from her own experience. For a moment, she leaves it at that, lets that warm feeling bubble over. Then, a shadow flickers across her expression and her smile falters heavily into a frown. "I tried to speak with her recently... but... something else came to me in her place," her lips hover over the explanation that teeters on the tip of her tongue, "it felt nothing like that. It was dark, and it fed off of my darkness."
Fed off of it only to feed it right back to her. And she feels so very stupid now, though something... something more sinister, that darker part of her, stirs restlessly.
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
