cantos.

auden reyes. history is a wheel.

[sybilltrelxwney]

"What leads you to believe there won't be? No. Sybill." She rattled off after the barage of questions, managing a small bemused smile and shaking her head. "As far as I've seen, see previous answer, and no." Sybill held her hands up in mock surrender, "cool off." She said softly, "I don't think you're going to find anyone who has half a clue until they want you to."

[audballreyes]

her hands twitched, itching to find her quill and journal and began writing it all down. "did I say I thought there wouldn't be? sybill who?" auden tried to entertain potential purposes for their presence here. a way out of here would following figuring out a reason for this. "cool off?" she bristled. what a nightmare. there was no chance from here to hades that auden was going to stand about until something went wrong. the bloodtraitor scar was clear across her chest in this costume. "and no one will have a clue until someone discovers one. my job is comprised largely of figuring that sort of thing out about a bunch of people who can't really answer questions anyway. why would I rely on anyone withholding knowledge on their terms? that is a fast track to willful ignorance and then swaths of history are lost. I don't need them."

[sybilltrelxwney]

Where: like a haunted mansion I guess Who: Open

"An interesting labryinth, isn't it?" Sybill hummed, hearing the soft swsh of the door open and close, not sure if it was a ghost or a person, but wanting to talk anyway. "One wonders when the real trouble will begin this time... At least everyone looks nice."

[audballreyes]

"what leads you to believe there will be further trouble? do you know where we are? who are you?" auden had no journal and no quill. the scar on her chest seemed to ache, but that could just be her well hidden panic. at least she still had her wand. "is everyone in a mask? are they all different? do you know how they were chosen?"

[audballreyes]

medusa.

[hauntedscreams]

audballreyes​:

“I’m trying to draw attention away from the scar. I’m tired of talking about the scar.”

📷

paloma thought about telling her that scar or no scar she looked beautiful, but she thought better of it. firstly, auden was asking to not talk about it and lo wasn't going to force her, not yet, anyways. secondly, while she may feel that way, she wasn't naive enough to believe she knew what auden was going through. so, instead, she gave a nod and smiled. "i thought it might be date night and you were coming to steal some of your shoes back, but if that is not the case, then i suggest we have a girls night in. we can drive this thing to the beach or the forest, or anywhere you would like." the great thing about living in an rv was being able to go wherever, whenever and she always kept it loaded with snacks.

[audballreyes]

auden knew what happened on may day had been historically significant. yet despite being the victim of the attack, it had not been personal. anyone on that court who won would have received a similar punishment merely for participating. it was not about her. she was the insignificant part. "mmm. I don't think georgie is going to be feeling up to date night any time soon, either. at least not one where I would need to dress up." while she had meticulously compartmentalized the trauma like a little note in the back of a book in hopes of one day, perhaps, processing it, georgie had obviously been more clearly and immediately effected by it. "do you want to go to the bluffs?"

[audballreyes]

hauntedscreams​

who: auden ( @audballreyes )

“what are you all dolled up for?”

-

“I’m trying to draw attention away from the scar. I’m tired of talking about the scar.”

[sersi]

[xavecamour]

[ @audballreyes​ ]

[audballreyes]

finnegan-again​

Patrick’s frown deepened, but he’d learned years ago that talking Auden out of an idea was significantly harder than talking her into one. Especially if she’d come up with the idea. “You’re always saying that.” He said, but it wasn’t much of a protest. “Alright, alright. You win. Where do you want me to start? Beginning of the festival?”

–

“it is always true.” auden retorted simply. it was hard to argue with something that held such undeniable evidence. she nodded. “you can begin there. where do you think is most significant? when did you notice a change in atmosphere?”

[xavecamour]

✿ - auden & georgie

✿ Auden is home to Georgie. She is the connection between his past and his present, his good and his bad. When he first saw her again after the crew split into pieces and he was attempting to find them a new home, he felt as though air had flooded his lungs and he could breathe again. That was when he became determined to be near her, and set up his world around her.

✿ Before Auden, Georgie had not slept with a woman for more years than most would suspect. In his early twenties he had a ruse with an old crew member, before they all parted ways, so that he would not be picked on and she would be left untouched by the other men, but nothing ever happened between them. She was just a friend. Even his closest crew members NOW are unaware of this fact.

[ @audballreyes ]

[audballreyes]

finnegan-again​

Patrick frowned, bouncing Seamus on one knee to keep the kid from grabbing Auden’s quill. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be doing this right now, Auds? Don’t you want time to like, process sh–stuff?”

–

auden looked up from her journal. “the further we get from the event, the less accurate the details will be. it is important that I ask and record everything as soon as possible.” it was not as if she liked being a part of the story, either. she was far more comfortable on the other side of things. it was a familiar security and a way to distance herself from what happened in a way. “go on.”

[audballreyes]

where; under the arch with; open

auden had not bothered to wear a shirt that covered her bandages. the magically inflicted wound on her chest was still in the process of healing. however, her shoulders were tense and her hair somehow even more frazzled than usual. a quill furiously scribbled into her journal as she glanced around the room from her quiet, well seen, corner. "I know what happened to me, but I want to know what you saw happen, please. can you just walk me through it step by step?"

[audballreyes]

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

auden regularly wears skirts and dresses. actually a nice sundress is one of her favorite things to wear in nice weather so it is pretty comfortable for her. they rarely get in the way of her doing her job. yet no matter what, she is wearing her very sensible shoes, just in case.

[xavecamour]

🎸 - auden and georgie

The Ballad of Love and Hate - The Avett Brothers

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door. Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor. He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?" "I'm yours and that's it, whatever. I should not have been gone for so long. I'm yours and that's it, forever."

Pressure - Milk and Bone

You're like good water pressure In a cold rainy summer All that you can deliver I want it bad You're like good water pressure In a cold rainy summer I can feel in my fingers All the lust In the comfort of your bedsheets Your bedsheets

I'd Come For You - Nickelback

I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing, My mind was closing, now I'm believing I finally know just what it means to let someone in, To see the side of me that no one does, or ever will So if you're ever lost and find yourself all alone, I'd search forever just to bring you home, Here and now, this I vow

[xavecamour]

" Who am I to you? " [aud&georgie]

The childhood crush that never went away. The lifelong obsession that seems to have unknowingly dogged his footsteps. The bright, warm light in the corner of his dark life, promising redemption and hope. She is his girlfriend, his favourite neighbour and the woman he loves. She is the inquisitive, clever and vibrant woman who never fails to make him smile, or feel like a young school boy all over again.

She is his "before anyone else" and sometimes that's just a little bit scary.

[ @audballreyes ]

[finnegan-again]

Send 🕶️ for my muse to rate your muse’s ‘coolness’ from 1-10 and give reasons why : auden

5: all of Auden’s cool points come from the fact he adores her, not from him actually thinking she’s cool. He thinks she’s brave, and nerdy, and persistent, but cool isn’t the word he’d use.

@audballreyes

[xavecamour]

Send ❤️ for my muse to list things they love about yours georgie & aud

the way her eyes light up when she hears something fascinating and has to jump into the conversation to learn more and understand fully.

george has spent many evenings watching auden pour over some old text or scribbles in her notebook or newspaper clippings, without so much as raising her head. he loves how absorbed she becomes.

auden is intelligent, far more so than george, but never makes him feel like an idiot for not understanding something, and instead seems to enjoy the challenge that comes with explaining to him everything she knows.

her love for their pups. even though baby has not been in her life as long as she has been in the rest of the crews, auden is definitely a favourite. and she treats baby the same way she treats her own pups.

the way her legs tighten around his waist when she's sitting on the counter in the shop, tempting him to close the shop early, take her into the back office and ravish her like she knows he always wants too.

following on from the above; the way she moans his name when they're in bed together drives him crazy. he also loves the way her body arcs underneath his, pressing them together, encouraging him to keep going...

when she found out who he really was, she was understandably upset with him, but she forgave him. he loves that she was able to look beyond his past transgressions and give him a second chance. he knows there are very few people who would have done the same.

[ @audballreyes ]

[steamingresourcetrash]

[audballreyes]

@finnegan-again @hauntedscreams @reyesofsvnshine @xavecamour

[audballreyes]

xavecamour​

“some can be fabricated, but they’re still inspired by experiences or perceived truth. if your friend tells you a story of make believe, something you thought was true because they made it out to be that way, and then you write a story based on the information, it was still written with a basis in truth”. hesper nodded his head thoughtfully. “but aren’t they all passed down like a game of chinese whispers? it depends on what the next person hears. they could hear the same story, but pick up on a completely different part of the story, and run away with it. as for that, I don’t know. isn’t it a innate desire to be remembered for something?”

-

“precisely. precisely! but sometimes they are inspired by imagination and there are ways to parse out what is reality and what is romanticized.” auden nodded with fervent enthusiasm. as a historian it was her job to dig into every available perspective to contextualize and create that clearer truth. to record as many experiences as possible on any given situation, to provide more clarity to their distant future. “there is a long tradition of oral history, especially among women, but papyrus has held recordings, and stones were etched, and caves had pigment as early as 50,000 years ago. because you’re right. we beg to be remembered. our methods merely improve with technology, but to have both recorded history and verbal tradition to compare allows for more in depth findings.”