#descent of the historian unto madness

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Pacing the minor pause in his demeanor whilst subjecting a glance toward the commotion which was gradually beginning to expire. The leer he caught himself committing easily churned into one excluding approval.

" Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy. " Siphoned through guided restraint and dissected into a thinner layer of indifference. [ You know me.. still slow, unfortunately. <3 ]

Aurora didn't say anything in response. Her gaze was still fixated on the people writhing on the floor from the previous commotion. Gingerly, she sidestepped out of the way of the mess, her curls, up in a ponytail, bounced against her oversized denim shirt. Caution had been thrown to the wind earlier that night, a small smattering of blood spatter visible on the collar of her shirt; another careless mistake.

Her small silver hoops and necklace caught the glint of the street lamps as she finally turned to face Charlie, the mask of indifference present on her face as she finally answered, "What tragedy? I don't see one."

@wraith-of-christmas-future