Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Aurelia is ready to completely throttle herself into the task of cooking up something not light.. or maybe it's light. What does that even mean, she absently wonders. She's no chef. She just knows how to make a decent meal with whatever's lying around. That's been skill enough for her all her life.
There's a bit of relief that comes from Maeve saying she'll eat, though. The kind of relief that pulls her shoulders down into a silent shrug. But the muscles there grow tense again when there's a sudden and very persistant rapping at the door.
Aurelia can sense none of the emotions that bleed in through Maeve's companion bond. She's completely unaware that Maeve's even gained a companion in all this time they've spent apart. So the sight of a miniature dragon at the door only drive a wire through her, suspicion and aggression lighting a flame at the ends of her fingers.
She glances at Maeve when a name is uttered through the Madame's lips. "...Huh?" It's a weird way to ask 'what's happening', as she moves towards the door to open it. Her defenses are high, but she's lowered them enough to not react right away.
The companion is given entry and Aurelia pulls the spit of her magic back within her, having not meant to release her control over it - but also not entirely opposed to the subtle warning it provides any that would dare.
"What's this?" She asks guardedly, glancing over her shoulder at Maeve. "Your... pet?"
There's a bit of relief that comes from Maeve saying she'll eat, though. The kind of relief that pulls her shoulders down into a silent shrug. But the muscles there grow tense again when there's a sudden and very persistant rapping at the door.
Aurelia can sense none of the emotions that bleed in through Maeve's companion bond. She's completely unaware that Maeve's even gained a companion in all this time they've spent apart. So the sight of a miniature dragon at the door only drive a wire through her, suspicion and aggression lighting a flame at the ends of her fingers.
She glances at Maeve when a name is uttered through the Madame's lips. "...Huh?" It's a weird way to ask 'what's happening', as she moves towards the door to open it. Her defenses are high, but she's lowered them enough to not react right away.
The companion is given entry and Aurelia pulls the spit of her magic back within her, having not meant to release her control over it - but also not entirely opposed to the subtle warning it provides any that would dare.
"What's this?" She asks guardedly, glancing over her shoulder at Maeve. "Your... pet?"
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
