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After AP

I prohmeese to

Read The Fallout once AP is done

Character Develop Anastaxia

Find a good Future FC

READ.

Eat.

Run.

Eat some more.

Run and cry

Have ice cream!

Go to NYC

Save money for NEPAL!

Start bake sales

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I prohmeese to

Read The Fallout/Turncoat/Prank War once AP is done

Character Develop Narcissa

READ. Manufacturing Consent & The Elegant Universe

Eat.

Run.

Eat some more.

Run and cry

Have ice cream!

Go to NYC

Save money for NEPAL!

Start bake sales

Take on a male role

Become a teacher

Finish AP Chem summer work

#vie

New Aurelia Tumblr

I am saying goodbye to this one :(

Aurelia!

q-m-n-m-d

#future

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OOC:

LAYLA NEEDS PLOTTING. Like, friends, and then some future stuff!

PLEASE send me personal messages and we’ll get some fun stuff worked out. :3

aurelia-eirian

Do you have skype m’dear?

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I do. :3 (I also play Alecto and Marlene.) It’s karmakatkitty, but I’m not on right now. Fixin’ to head into work.

aurelia-eirian

no problem we'll talk later :) ill msg you on skype when you're online

layla-g-deactivated20120424

OOC:

LAYLA NEEDS PLOTTING. Like, friends, and then some future stuff!

PLEASE send me personal messages and we’ll get some fun stuff worked out. :3

aurelia-eirian

Do you have skype m'dear?

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Masked Devil's Inside || Aurelia and Abaddon

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Aurelia had spent the entire week preparing; no detail was overlooked. She had rested well, curling her flaxen mane, not a strand out of place. Casting a spell to keep it in place, Aurelia only fixed her face subtly. Only a dash of lipstick and rogue was applied. Her dress fell and curved around her body as she had ordered it to be, taking great pains to see that it would flatter. Shifting on her heels and her gloves, the original necklace she had chosen was left in her trunk. Aurelia picked up the gift from Raz, holding it up by the candlelight. She admired it only a little longer before clasping it behind her neck. As she tied the mask, glancing in the mirror. So perfectly divided of black and white.

The other girls knocked on her door, telling her it was time to go down now. Aurelia shuffled along, right behind them, nearing the bottom of the steps when she heard the boys of her house laughing, clinking glasses. She looked for her Osiris, her Lord of the Underworld. Within just a few steps into the common room, a flash of red and black approached her, bowing, offering his arm. A smile divided her lips and as he straightened, Aurelia took his arm. “Ciao,” he mused, further complimenting her. “Bonjour,” she replied playfully, “Divine? You are too kind, for I inhibit a ghost goddess tonight.”

The couples in the room began to gravitate toward the door. Hanging back a bit, Aurelia made sure no one was looking and quickly placed a kiss on his lips, smelling the slight stench of Firewhiskey. She whispered, “I must say you look quite handsome tonight.” And he did, his pale complexion adorned with rich shades of black and crimson. Trophy, item, wife, it did not matter. For in that time and space she was truly proud to be on his arm.

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As his mistress of the night stole a kiss from him, he growled in discontentment. However, he couldn’t resist craving more and so after her little compliment he gently pushed her back with applied force against the banister and brought his lips to hers again. Before he even moved them across hers, he allowed his breath to ghost out eerie soft. “You call me kind? My, my… Aurelia, you must confuse me with someone else.” One of his gloved hands moved to her neck where the diamonds of the shadows rested. With covered fingers, he touched to the gems and whipped his gaze to lock with hers before he kissed her severely. Warm breath from her lips burned his of ice, eliciting a low growl of passion from him. It would grow harder to resist her, that much he knew.

Once their lips had parted, he wrapped her hand like a slender snake around his arm and escorted her from the commons. People filed into the Great Hall, excitement and soft murmurs all around. However, Abaddon was only attending for appearance and appearances alone. There was nothing about such an event that he took any care for. However, he was also more than well aware that it would please his own and so he would make sure that she enjoyed it as best as she could. Soon, she would be married to him, pregnant with his heirs and in hiding from the evils he ensued into the world. May as well allow her some light before an eternity of darkness.

Inside the main hall, he pulled her off towards one of the windows which had been draped with thick hangings. As the Headmaster began his spiel about the night, he pulled her behind the curtain and slipped his mask up his face. “Tell me, my sweet Aurelia, what is it that you desire of this night? Ask it and it is yours, for the night I can be yours entirely.” A wicked smile touched the corners of his mouth, but his fierce gaze never broke from hers. Maybe he could gather some enjoyment from such a night.

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The kisses. So intoxicating, fierce. She stifled a laugh as he growled, sometimes her betrothed was so feral. Aurelia welcomed his kisses, his body pressed against hers but soon he was leading her to the Great Hall. Sparkling in decor, magic bouncing off every wall, her blue eyes grew and shined like sapphires. Almost childlike in her demeanor, Aurelia gasped and leaned against Raz. At the moment, he could growl and moan all he want but the night was beginning to take hold and she had a feeling it would be memorable.

With a twinge of sadness, Aurelia remembered it'd be her final year. Then she and Raz would go off, marry and she'd be a mother to a perfectly purebred boy. She secretly hoped to have more, but she doubted Raz would agree. He didn't seem like the type to even want children. Shaking those thoughts away, Aurelia continued to marvel at the costumes and the excitement flitting through the air.

But just as the headmaster stood, she was dragged away to the curtains, masked behind the heavy cloth. He pulled his mask up, revealing the face she had come to known and crave. "Tell me, my sweet Aurelia, what is it that you desire of this night?" Although he smiled in the most unusual way, for everything he did was unusual, Aurelia merely smiled back. "What I desire?" she asked, "Dance with me, Mister Avery, dance and enjoy yourself. For no one knows who is behind the mask tonight. Feel free and come and be with me."

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Masked Devil's Inside || Aurelia and Abaddon

Down in the dungeons, Abaddon dressed himself with polished hands adorned with black as night dragon gloves. The hide covered fingers tended to the platinum fastens of his velvet red vest, taking great care to look the part of the God of the Underworld. Even the flame licked irises of his narrow eyes matched the fiery pattern of the fabric atop his chest. When he was coated and ready, he slipped behind the confines of his mask and felt himself transform into the hellion of death he was shaped to be. An almost cackle escaped him, but he kept silent in his revere. Lucifer he might appear to have been, but even the devil, he was only so strong.

Down in the dank common room, he awaited his Melinoe to arrive and surely it would be awhile. Someone had broken out a bottle of aged Firewhiskey and he wasn’t about to turn down a glass of decadence. Just as the ice clattered in and the amber substance poured thick, he heard a parade of heels coming down the steps. Each and every masked man turned their gazes upward and he was positive his house, though idiotic in purpose, was the best house. Many bodies, some curvy and rounded and other long and lean, came as if they were sirens of the sea. Even if he was only on the search for one, his mouth still began to water.

The divided dress in snow and tar caught his eye as he tossed back the liquid which coated, soothed and burned his gruff throat. He replaced the glass atop the stone table and walked over to his masked vixen of the heavens, offered his arm and bowed. “Ciao,” he mused in his native tongue before righting his posture once more, eyeing her through the shadow holes. “Divine is the best way to describe how you appear. Deadly in heaven’s arms, truly.” Even he had to admit, he had chosen his own betrothed rather well.

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Aurelia had spent the entire week preparing; no detail was overlooked. She had rested well, curling her flaxen mane, not a strand out of place. Casting a spell to keep it in place, Aurelia only fixed her face subtly. Only a dash of lipstick and rogue was applied. Her dress fell and curved around her body as she had ordered it to be, taking great pains to see that it would flatter. Shifting on her heels and her gloves, the original necklace she had chosen was left in her trunk. Aurelia picked up the gift from Raz, holding it up by the candlelight. She admired it only a little longer before clasping it behind her neck. As she tied the mask, glancing in the mirror. So perfectly divided of black and white.

The other girls knocked on her door, telling her it was time to go down now. Aurelia shuffled along, right behind them, nearing the bottom of the steps when she heard the boys of her house laughing, clinking glasses. She looked for her Osiris, her Lord of the Underworld. Within just a few steps into the common room, a flash of red and black approached her, bowing, offering his arm. A smile divided her lips and as he straightened, Aurelia took his arm. "Ciao," he mused, further complimenting her. "Bonjour," she replied playfully, "Divine? You are too kind, for I inhibit a ghost goddess tonight."

The couples in the room began to gravitate toward the door. Hanging back a bit, Aurelia made sure no one was looking and quickly placed a kiss on his lips, smelling the slight stench of Firewhiskey. She whispered, "I must say you look quite handsome tonight." And he did, his pale complexion adorned with rich shades of black and crimson. Trophy, item, wife, it did not matter. For in that time and space she was truly proud to be on his arm.