Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
(She knows better than to try and hug grumpy old Jack. She'd never make that mistake even once, but... did she seriously weigh the risk in her mind for a moment? Yes, yes she gosh dang did.)
Jack zips through all his points like he doesn't rightly care about any of them in the end, and Aurelia's gaze is flickering back and forth as she tries to decipher how true or not that is. As for being called queens? She scoffs a little herself and shrugs one shoulder. "Titles don't mean jack," she remarks, eyeing him with a bit of a spark in her eyes, "no offense." In her opinion, it wouldn't matter if she wanted everyone to refer to her as... fuck it, Buttercup. What matters is what she does with the position she's been given.
When he eyes her more seriously, she finds herself sobering a bit and she sits a little straighter, less hunched, less defeated-looking. "I need you to be... my right hand," she suggests tentatively, "aside from Maeve. I need someone that truly knows the city. Including the underbelly. And honestly? I just want you to have a say in what goes on, because I know you're not gonna let this place go to shit and I know you'll say somethin' if you think it is."
Letting that sentiment hang for just a few moments, she mulls over more of what she wants to say by rubbing her lips together, and then continues, "Torchline needs defenses, the kind that... could be used for war. I thought our very own brand of skyships would be good. Maybe Safrin could help with that, if she knew it was for the protection of her city. Even if it's just one or two flying ships, I could step foot on them. You know, without blowing up..." Which is pretty fuckin' important.
"Beyond that, I.. actually want you to help us with social affairs. I think you'd be good at it," she eyes him with an arch of her brow, though she does mean that very sincerely. There's some hesitance and she lurches in her seat before she admits, "Juniper - from the Greatwood, she leads with Remi and Nephele - came here asking for us to make ties with them now in preparation for the war. But the Greatwood isn't experiencing any pressing issues currently. So I told her that there's no reason for us to make any agreements preemptively," her nostrils flare and uncertainty is palpable at this point. "I don't know if I'm doing this right or if I'm just delaying the inevitable. Or maybe that's the point." She quiets, even though she wants to ask questions and make points, to let Jack speak his own thoughts on the matters. "What do you think?"
Jack zips through all his points like he doesn't rightly care about any of them in the end, and Aurelia's gaze is flickering back and forth as she tries to decipher how true or not that is. As for being called queens? She scoffs a little herself and shrugs one shoulder. "Titles don't mean jack," she remarks, eyeing him with a bit of a spark in her eyes, "no offense." In her opinion, it wouldn't matter if she wanted everyone to refer to her as... fuck it, Buttercup. What matters is what she does with the position she's been given.
When he eyes her more seriously, she finds herself sobering a bit and she sits a little straighter, less hunched, less defeated-looking. "I need you to be... my right hand," she suggests tentatively, "aside from Maeve. I need someone that truly knows the city. Including the underbelly. And honestly? I just want you to have a say in what goes on, because I know you're not gonna let this place go to shit and I know you'll say somethin' if you think it is."
Letting that sentiment hang for just a few moments, she mulls over more of what she wants to say by rubbing her lips together, and then continues, "Torchline needs defenses, the kind that... could be used for war. I thought our very own brand of skyships would be good. Maybe Safrin could help with that, if she knew it was for the protection of her city. Even if it's just one or two flying ships, I could step foot on them. You know, without blowing up..." Which is pretty fuckin' important.
"Beyond that, I.. actually want you to help us with social affairs. I think you'd be good at it," she eyes him with an arch of her brow, though she does mean that very sincerely. There's some hesitance and she lurches in her seat before she admits, "Juniper - from the Greatwood, she leads with Remi and Nephele - came here asking for us to make ties with them now in preparation for the war. But the Greatwood isn't experiencing any pressing issues currently. So I told her that there's no reason for us to make any agreements preemptively," her nostrils flare and uncertainty is palpable at this point. "I don't know if I'm doing this right or if I'm just delaying the inevitable. Or maybe that's the point." She quiets, even though she wants to ask questions and make points, to let Jack speak his own thoughts on the matters. "What do you think?"
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
