Densel x Aurelia

In her teens, Aurelia had never really cared for anyone as a possible lover. Yes, she read all about it from the mangas and books she swallowed in, but it was just a dream. Beside, her father had quite a close eye on the youngest offspring.

The energies and emotions that brew through her whole body now was something new. Yet, whom did she fool? It didn't last anyhow. It was in a dream, for goddess sake!

Though, the meeting of these two placed a mark in her heart, and she didn't understand then, it changed her. It gave her hope to move on with such a strength, boiling over from inside of her.

Yes, she had heard of them. Even been warned about them, but she solely hoped and thought that in every being, light or dark, it didn't matter, was something good. Every soul was yin and yang in the brightest meaning. No one was never entirely one energy, there was always the opposite light in them.

"I know whom you are," she finally spoke, licking her dry lips.
"And I don't really care. It is still my decision, I believe. I am not," Aurelia hummed softly, making the choice here and now, no matter how it ended up being, and then continued after a pause of thought, "I am not afraid of you, Densel."

The young girl only smirked over his fact about hunting someone. Hopefully he never hunted her. It really would have been a shame. Quite a shame. Reila had no idea, if she would ever fight back. There was a strong chance that she chose to stand on one point and be devoured by these nightmares, by this man. With no sound... With the eery silence inside of her.

He denied her simple wish. She sighed and pulled herself free from him. Stairs appeared under her feet as she let the jacket slide off to pool around her thin ankles.

"Then I have nothing to offer you."

Aurelia turned and started to move downstairs to the ground. There appeared a river, roaming in its course of path slowly, carrying many different, empty, boats. She finally turned on the last stair and pulled one of the newest wing feathers out from her growing wings, and blew it up to the tree, towards Densel.
He had spoken so cold, yet it didn't move her. She still hoped, pretending that it was okay. That it really was okay, even though something shattered into little pieces inside of her, when his final words became to echo in her mind.

"I just wanted you to hold my hand. I wouldn't take you anywhere. Just here. Just now."

She hoped for him to come to her again.