He didn't know. Barely anyone knew why Aurelia loved to spend more time asleep than awake. She was able to control the dream sequence, which also meant that it wasn't hard for her to enter other people's dreams, nightmares or anything else. She astral projected herself into many different worlds, and preferred to live in these more than in real world.
Reila never really got along with other kids around the neighborhood. At the age of seven, she told a boy that his mother is going to be hit by a car and fall into a coma; only wanting to help. It happened two weeks later and she was called a 'witch', and many other rather sad names. This accident made her spend more time indoors than outside. Other children didn't want her in their games, and she was even being pushed roughly aside, causing her body to bruise.
When the siblings and parents asked about the cause, she lied that she had fallen or hit herself against the furniture. Aurelia was clumsy, so she made her usual angelic face and they fell for it. Being weak as she was, she didn't want to cause more problems for them as she already did.
It felt comforting to be against the man's chest. She pressed her cheek and ear against it, and listened the beating of his heart. He spoke, with that velvet soft voice of his, the same as the "Hey" had been.
Her hand slid off, against his chest and rather near to her own lips. He was real, as real as someone can be in a dreamland.
"I don't care if you are an angel of darkness, but you are one nonetheless."
She spoke, with a weak voice. The loss of the blood made her weak. Aurelia smiled, again. Feeling him, hearing him made her happy.
"My name is not Princess. I am Aurelius Camelia Florea. Aurelia or Reila short."
Was it stupid act to tell her name, or not? She didn't know, but she did know that it was right thing to do. Dangerous, yes. Bold, yes. Fearful, no.
Reila never really got along with other kids around the neighborhood. At the age of seven, she told a boy that his mother is going to be hit by a car and fall into a coma; only wanting to help. It happened two weeks later and she was called a 'witch', and many other rather sad names. This accident made her spend more time indoors than outside. Other children didn't want her in their games, and she was even being pushed roughly aside, causing her body to bruise.
When the siblings and parents asked about the cause, she lied that she had fallen or hit herself against the furniture. Aurelia was clumsy, so she made her usual angelic face and they fell for it. Being weak as she was, she didn't want to cause more problems for them as she already did.
It felt comforting to be against the man's chest. She pressed her cheek and ear against it, and listened the beating of his heart. He spoke, with that velvet soft voice of his, the same as the "Hey" had been.
Her hand slid off, against his chest and rather near to her own lips. He was real, as real as someone can be in a dreamland.
"I don't care if you are an angel of darkness, but you are one nonetheless."
She spoke, with a weak voice. The loss of the blood made her weak. Aurelia smiled, again. Feeling him, hearing him made her happy.
"My name is not Princess. I am Aurelius Camelia Florea. Aurelia or Reila short."
Was it stupid act to tell her name, or not? She didn't know, but she did know that it was right thing to do. Dangerous, yes. Bold, yes. Fearful, no.
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