Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
The first thing Aurelia notices is the smell. Like sweat and dirty socks and something rotten. She makes her way in through the front door and immediately pauses, her nose curling with clear disdain. Rigby... She's almost immediately angry, heading straight for the front room to find him sitting there throwing grapes. Her arms cross over her chest and she glares down at him from across the room, a single brow raising in expectancy.
But as she looks at him, it all comes flooding back - the arrow, the fuckery that was bringing him back, the fact they'd let him stay knowing what he was like... Well, she can't be too angry - or at least, not without also being angry at herself. So she lets out a snort and her arms flop down around her sides, no longer expecting anything from him. Which is probably for the best from here on out.
"I see the house treated you well while we were gone?" She asks rhetorically as she then moves to grab some of the plates from the kitchen table, a vexed edge to her tone to indicate that she's not exactly thrilled. "Glad to see you were the most dangerous thing here, not the monsoons," she supposes aloud, rather sarcastically.
Setting the plates and bowls and whatever the hell else was on the table, trying to ignore the moldy leftovers on them, she looks up from behind the kitchen counter. "I brought you something on my way here..." she admits reluctantly. Fishing into her pockets, she pulls out a box of cigarettes. She does not hand them over yet, however. No, instead she begins to pack them and makes her way back towards the front door. The satchel packed full of stuff didn't go unnoticed, and she does remember that it's his. Stopping beside it as she lights her cigarette [subtly using her own magic], she pushes the top open to peer inside. "What poor suckers did you steal all this off of?"
But as she looks at him, it all comes flooding back - the arrow, the fuckery that was bringing him back, the fact they'd let him stay knowing what he was like... Well, she can't be too angry - or at least, not without also being angry at herself. So she lets out a snort and her arms flop down around her sides, no longer expecting anything from him. Which is probably for the best from here on out.
"I see the house treated you well while we were gone?" She asks rhetorically as she then moves to grab some of the plates from the kitchen table, a vexed edge to her tone to indicate that she's not exactly thrilled. "Glad to see you were the most dangerous thing here, not the monsoons," she supposes aloud, rather sarcastically.
Setting the plates and bowls and whatever the hell else was on the table, trying to ignore the moldy leftovers on them, she looks up from behind the kitchen counter. "I brought you something on my way here..." she admits reluctantly. Fishing into her pockets, she pulls out a box of cigarettes. She does not hand them over yet, however. No, instead she begins to pack them and makes her way back towards the front door. The satchel packed full of stuff didn't go unnoticed, and she does remember that it's his. Stopping beside it as she lights her cigarette [subtly using her own magic], she pushes the top open to peer inside. "What poor suckers did you steal all this off of?"
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
