What Happens in the Altar ...

She wasn’t entirely sure which part got under his skin the most, but in the end, it didn’t particularly matter. She achieved that part of her goal, maybe a little too efficiently- her words were like oxygen to a deprived flame. At first breath, there was a volatile explosion between them. And while she wasn’t exactly afraid of him, his intensity made her a little uneasy. As she casually moved away, he made a more direct advance- having no problem wading through the pool of water with every ounce of tenacity he was intentionally trying to convey. Popping off with threat after threat. She couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief- her attention settling on the petals and leaves that were being washed out with each brash movement the boy took.

The annoyance she felt in her chest bubbled into her cyan gaze as it settled on him with clear intent to invade her personal space. She thought that maybe he was wanting to chase her from the pool, though she refused to surrender the space. Her stubbornness would rule that she drown in it before she allowed him to force her from it. As he instilled himself over her, she couldn’t help the paw that would rise to brace against his chest- not to push him away- but to stable herself, and to maintain it as a potential last-ditch effort to prevent him from smothering her if that was his intention. However, her eyes remained fixed to his as he went on to challenge her for another lesson.

Aurelia felt the throb where he had pierced the side of her neck with those elongated fangs. She had done her best to treat them, but they hadn’t quite closed up yet- still visible. Even though she knew she was at the disadvantage, she simply couldn’t surrender. “Do you live your life always this fucking uptight?” She asked with clear annoyance. “Why don’t you try calming down? You might actually enjoy yourself.” She finished, gesturing to the warm bath that she had prepared … or at least what was left of it.

"Aurelia Veratti"