– vi swiveled in her chair and stepped away from the bar, taking a sip of her drink. a small smile fell on her face as she headed toward a table directly between the counter and the patio. she glanced around for the person she’d agreed to meet. she frowned when she couldn’t find them and glanced down at her drink. she was late, as usual, so it was entirely possible they had already left. she let out a huff before turning to the person closest to her. “ hey, ” she paused, “ do you know what song this is? ” she gestured above, where she was sure the establishment had installed speakers which played the unfamiliar song.
The nightlife around town was drab, to say the least. And though she’d told herself that returning to the alcove of her small apartment would behoove her, she’d opted to investigate a small, hole-in-the-wall joint that had appeared to her on her return; as if it were magicked there by some divine force. From inside, she could see dim, pink lighting that appeared eerie in such a mundane setting and from behind the establishment’s front doors, Aurora could hear nuance of strange music oozing from the speakers within. Upon entering, the blonde knew that she was wildly underaged in comparison to the people drinking. But the sound, the thrill of such a bizarre song coaxed her to take a seat in a booth alongside the wall. Oddities had always intrigued her.
Humming breathily along to the music, Aurora was surprised to find that before somebody had a chance to fetch her a drink, there was woman, slender and fair, asking her for the name of the piece that played with such elegance. “You know,” she started smoothly, tearing her gaze from the table-top to drag it from the woman’s shoes to the top of her hazelnut tresses, “I believe it’s Julee Cruise’s, Rockin’ Back Inside My Heart,” she sang lightly along to the lyrics that sounded from the bar’s speakers.
“Well, I can see how that could definitely be particularly advantageous in case like this.” Angel mused, flexing the fingers on their injured hand making sure they all still worked properly, unphased by the little bolts of pain the movement caused. A laugh escaped their lips at the girls confession and they flashed them a grin. “I get that one trust me, with age comes experience, and experience is definitely a plus.” The succubus mused, leaving out the part about how they had been around since the Roman Empire was thriving.
Sighing, Aurora looked down at her own paws, clenching them into tight fists as she thought on her response. Blowing a bout of air from between pursed lips, she shook her head and furrowed her brows, confusion evident by her expression. “It’s not necessarily about the experience,” she started slowly, and reached to tuck a long lock of blonde hair behind the curve of her ear. “It’s just, I don’t want people to think I’m some stupid, incapable, little girl. Dating people my own age is such a drag. They’re all so damned useless; and they think that I’m one of them to worsen things.” Voice dropping to a low decimal, Aurora swayed slightly in place, her gaze searching as she turned to look away. Smoothly, she folded her arms against her abdomen and pouted. “I like being around adults because they make me feel like I’m actually worth something. Like—like, I triumphed past my childhood and advanced quick enough to roll with the best of ‘em.” After a moment, she added, “But God, do I hate it when boys come onto me. Like they’re looking for a date to accompany them to the damned carnival or something. I just want to be treated like I’m above that; like I’m astute enough to handle the real things. Kissing and what’s after that even!” Truly, she’d never even been kissed; petty and deplorable for a girl who considered herself to be an adult.
‘I feel I am in love with you’, she had written, 'and it should be spring. I want the sun throbbing on my head like chords of music. I think of a sun like Beethoven, a wind like Debussy, and bird calls like Stravinsky. But the tempo is all mine.’
The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith (via the-other-voice)
❛ i must admit, some of this literature is quite beautiful… ❜
she hadn’t found a moment to put down the great gatsby until the very last word. lilim became a very avid reader once she took this host and it’s become very convenient for her. this is one of the things that has contributed to her learning the human ways so quickly. she was eager to take advantage of it. the perks of being in a BODY.
❛ have you read it before ? the great gatsby ? it was kind of tragic but… very beautiful. inspiring, kind of, right ? like i could put together words just as intriguing. ❜
Upon noticing that yes, she was being addressed, Aurora set down her mug of freshly steeped coffee and angled her head towards the woman speaking. “Well, it is known for being classic,” she stated, brows furrowing in confusion as cerulean eyes made their way to the famous cover. Truly, who over the age of ten hadn’t read that story already? It was considered essential learning for anybody with a high-school diploma; how bizarre. “I bet if you tried asking anybody here, they’d tell you that they read that one in Sophomore year,” she added with an airy giggle, lifting her gaze from the backs of pale hands and up the other’s arms before resting upon her profile. “It’s certainly a good read. Not my very favorite though. You should try, The Price of Salt, on for size,” she mentioned with a slight smile, eyes glistening at the mention of the underground piece; it was her most favorite. And one she continuously read if not just for a taste of that sort of life. “I’m pretty sure it was once considered taboo to read. The author, who was already famous at the time, had to use an alias and go through an unknown publisher to even get it on shelves.” Running the tip of her tongue over the backs of her teeth, Aurora shrugged before reaching for her drink. “Check it out. If you enjoy reading, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
His brows raise at being called scrub. He almost laughs at the ridiculousness of the term, instead choosing to roll his eyes and shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nothing wrong with dressing comfortable,” Tommy replies coolly, not bothering to mention his sweatpants cost nearly as much as some of the clothes here in the boutique. “Didn’t realize I should don a suit and tie to buy my mom some frilly looking blouse.”
“Nothing wrong with it, I suppose,” she added, taking note of his eye-roll and cool tone. “Just have been brought up believing that when one goes into public, they should dress to please. Which is why,” she cleared her throat, “I’m wearing these damned tight heels. Because if I want to be respected, I should present myself in a way that people feel more obligated to address my needs.” Eyes skirting around the empty shop, Aurora added, “But it seems as though the people who own this particular establishment have no regard for if you’re wearing a dress, or,” she motioned lamely at him, “sweatpants.”
brielle simply shook her head in response, pushing her shoulder up into a small half shrug, before sending the blonde a smile. “it’s fine, plenty of people make that sort of mistake, myself included. especially if the customers happen to be wearing an outfit strikingly similar to the employees uniform.” she said with a small chuckle. “i thought i saw someone wearing a tag before but — i suppose she’s out for lunch or something. not exactly professional to leave customers to their own devices.” dark brown hues scanned the store only finding a couple of people floating around, none of which looked like clerks.
attention brought back by the blondes comment, almond shaped eyes glance down to the outfit she was currently sporting, simplistic & casual for the most part, though what accessories currently being worn made it all the more stylish. “thanks, i like to think being an artist would afford me an eye for style as well.” so far that seem to prove true, of course in her own sense, surely not everyone had similar taste to agree, which was always fine. running a hand over the opposite ( &heavily tattooed ) arm, lightly, she thought momentarily for another store. “i do actually – a couple blocks from here like this one in it’s collection of elegant clothing, but also with high end street-wear as well, if you happen to like that.”
“On that same note, I was just thinking about how easy it would be to sneak half of this store’s stock out the front door without anybody noticing,” she offered in response, eyes shifting to the high-corners of the shop to check for any security cameras. And of course, there were none. Should she have expected any differently? Distracted now by the notion of a heist, the blonde wondered if any of the town’s shops had recorders to keep thieves at bay; or was the bank the only place where cameras were considered a necessary evil?
“I’m about half-way to deciding that this bikini, and those sandals over there,” she pointed to pair of shoes that looked like they should adorn the feet of Aphrodite herself; leather straps that wound all the way up the wearer’s calf and solid, golden clasps to buckle them into place, “are leaving with me if nobody decides to show in the next five minutes.” Though she had never stolen much of anything, Aurora was irritated enough to take what wasn’t hers’ if only to teach the owner a lesson on professionality.
As she listened to the older woman speak, Aurora nodded along, taking note of the shop she’d mentioned and what sort of attire they boasted. Oh, how divine she’d look this summer; autumn and winter too. If the town was as partial to fashion as this woman was leading her to believe, Aurora knew she’d be spending a lot of money on unnecessary outfits. Well, beauty was certainly a necessity; her bank account was lively enough to suffer the loss. After all, one couldn’t simply walk about looking like a scrub. “Well, artists certainly have a knack for looking fashionably trendy,” she added, admiring the woman’s attire; she had good taste. “I’ll definitely be stopping there next. Or perhaps after I’ve gone swimming,” she sucked her teeth, “somewhere. Do you know of any lakes nearby? A public pool perhaps?” she questioned.
“They’re also pretty fun, you get the best reactions.” They mused knowing they’ve definitely made plays that were down right filthy. As succubus Luxuriss wasn’t a fighter, maybe a little sadistic and a masochistic, but for the most part they weren’t about to start any wars. But when they did fight they liked to fight dirty, normally going straight for the weakest spots of the human body. Tonight their mistake had been forgetting this new body wasn’t as strong as their last one, but it had been years since they’d felt pain like that, and it lit a spark in them. “I take your mistake as a compliment, you’re rather lovely yourself Petal.” They mused with a chuckle. “Are you sweet talking me now? Because flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Similarly, I’ve always been particularly gifted in regard to athletics,” the blonde boasted, a crooked smile forming at her lips as she watched the other carefully, cerulean gaze wide and inspecting. There was a peculiarity about them, she could practically taste it. The way their eyes gravitated to the injury, almost inflated by the notion that their knuckles looked like torn meat, was reason enough to be wary. Were they a danger? Possibly masochistic and greedy for pain? Or was it something more innocent? Perhaps self-indulgent of their talent? Too busy soaking the inexplicable joy of besting one’s enemy was an intoxicating danger; and one that she too quite enjoyed.
“Well, I meant it as one,” she promised sweetly, forgetting herself as the other’s cordial words drew pressure to her chest. If she were being honest, Aurora had always been good at flaunting herself, forever pressing how talented she was, or how intelligent. However, when it came to accepting kindnesses from others, it had always been a struggle; after all, it was much more difficult to act aloof towards somebody when they’d been courteous. And acting gentle and friendly was far away from the blonde’s comfort zone. “Sweet talking you? Perhaps. Though I must profess my habit of chasing people much,” she paused, looking up at the ceiling, “older than you appear to be.”
reagan hated to give gifts, even more to give gifts to her mother. not that she was ungrateful or anything of the kind, but the lady was so demanding and specific in her requests that she was afraid to make a mistake and end up winning a nice speech of how she paid no attention to her mother’s wishes. mrs. avilla has always been a bit too dramatic. reagan was minding her own business, trying to decide what to buy, when she heard the blonde address her. raising one eyebrow, reagan looked around to see if she was talking with herself. “ uh, wouldn’t it be easier to ask an employee? ” she countered, watching the girl from top to bottom.
At the other’s response, Aurora closed her eyes and inhaledslowly through her nose; an attempt at stoppering her exasperation. Not anemployee, huh? And it appeared as though there weren’t many workers to help aidher plight in this particular establishment. More than likely, the lazy crewhad taken their break when she most needed them. How was she to complete herday’s list of errands if she was stuck waiting around for some nimrod to fishher the correct size from their stock out back? “Well,” she started smoothly, though her tone was laden with pert irritancy,“you’d think that they’d at least havesomebody out here to help. Something tells me that this town, small andintimate as it is, isn’t void of thieves. The owner must be an idiot forleaving such expensive clothing unattended.” Running the tips of herfingers across the smooth, extravagant fabric of the bikini, Aurora poutedchildishly before placing the garment back onto the rack. “Are you shopping for anything in particular?” she asked, unsureof why it was she was now attempting to conversate with a stranger. Perhapslack of friendship, lack of attention, stemmed her now heady desire for anybody’sconsideration. How pathetic; the mere notion made her stomach writheuncomfortably.
Zhenya turned towards the person entering their shop, and gave them a smile, “Welcome!” she exclaims, putting on a cheery face, “Can I help you with anything?” She turns back towards the arrangement she’s been working on and saves it from a dramatic fall that her exuberance has almost called. “That was a close one.” She states, and moves the bunch of pink roses onto the counter, placing the customer just out of view.
Upon entering the florist’s shop, Aurora’s lips parted in awe, eyes of cerulean taking in the fine bouquets and beautiful arrangements that decorated the small establishment; all of which, she knew no names. There were golds and blues, subtle pinks and violent reds. Truly, the shop was a masterful display of artistic prowess, holding its own ground against the expensive boutiques and quaint restaurants that littered the small, bizarre town. “Oh,” she responded, looking up to catch sight of a woman who had disappeared behind a tall arrangement of petals and stems. “Well, I was honestly just looking. I’m new here. Trying to familiarize myself with the town is all.” Curiosity besting her, a hay colored brow rose as she questioned lightly, “Do you have any orchids? And,” she wet her lips, “how much do you charge for shipping?”
✱ — meet aurora longlae schoene, a eighteen year old that looks a lot like nicola peltz. from crystal falls, washington, she is known around the valley as the warrior, because she is courageous & prideful as well as determined & aggressive. still just a human, this lesbian female is a college student.
Biography:
At the age of five, Aurora underwent several traumatic experiences which included the loss of a mentally absent mother. Though young when this catastrophe ensued, the German-born-soccer-protégé, still continuously endures the repercussions of such an emotional experience.
Despite her mother’s hospital-bound shell, Aurora still visited her room daily until the date of her passing. These visits however, were never tinged with memories that one fondly remembers upon; rather, these moments only proved as a catalyst for future complexes, insecurities, and self-hatred.
Time and time again, in the stale, confinement of a singular hospital room, Aurora watched as her mother would favor, coddle and speak with a doll during the final moments of her existence. This doll wasn’t anything all too pretty or special; a simplistic play-thing with string hair and button eyes, gross and worn. Addressing this empty shell as though it were her daughter, Aurora’s mother would point to the “girl” visiting and whisper, “See that nasty, jealous girl over there? She hates you, Aurora. She hates you. Don’t listen to her crude words. You know mommy loves you.”
Instead of refusing visits, Aurora continued to come, hoping that one day, her mother would turn from the petty, dirtied thing and address her as her daughter once more. For understandable reasons, the young child felt as useless, empty and unimportant as she perceived the doll to be.
Despite her hopes however, the last moment in which her mother spoke with her directly, was only a suicide plea; a selfish beg in which she asked her young child to follow suit and commit the sinful act alongside her. To this, Aurora replied that she would come for the journey as long as her mother promised to continue being her mother.
The following day, Aurora came to the hospital to find that her mother had strung herself to the shower head and had passed that night.
It wasn’t until after the death that it was revealed that Aurora’s father had been seeing her mother’s doctor in secrecy while his wife was sick.
After the funeral finalized, Aurora swore she’d grow up quickly and forget the awfulness she’d been forced to endure up until that point. Desiring the respect that adults give to one another, she hastily threw herself into furthering her education. By studying vigorously, she gained enough intelligence to outwit her professors in school and any other adult-like-figure stupid enough to call her a child. In a span of a few weeks, Aurora let go of the broken dove tending the side of her mother’s hospital bed and replaced her with a stern, egotistical, distrusting girl.
Presenting herself with a can-do attitude and air of betterment, people tend to recognize Aurora as a person who thinks far too highly of herself. She scoffs at others, teases and tears at the metaphorical walls people build in hopes of making them feel just as unwanted and resentful as she.
❝ — annalise shook her head when the other asked if she was stupid. ‘ no.. i’m not, i just didn’t see you there ’ she spoke just loudly for the other to hear her. she had at least one drink that night, not much but she didn’t feel right after it and needed air which how she ended up bumping into the other. ‘ i know… ’ her eyes drifting from looking at the other then to the floor as she spoke, annalise rarely got into altercations, she did her best to avoid it but if something did happen she became shy and just wanted to leave. ‘ alright i’ll clean the mess up. ’
Though her out lash had been abrupt and certainly uncalledfor, Aurora turned away from the other, irritated still by her apologies. Itreminded her, slightly, of herself and her own despicable habits. Obviousenough was the other’s despair for the approval of others and not their scorn.The notion forced her cheeks to brighten with embarrassment and though thewoman had been the reason for the silly, sticky mess that had now created ahazard for the bodies surrounding, she couldn’t just watch as the patheticdisplay continued. “God,” sheexclaimed, biting down upon her lower lip, and worrying it momentarily. “Do you have a backbone, or no?” Unknowingof why she felt obligated to do such a thing, Aurora rolled her eyes andstarted to move past the stranger, grabbing at the hem of her shirt as she didso and tugged roughly, an attempt to move her away from the scene before anyonlookers began to take notice. “I swear,that was probably the most stupid incident thus far. Lord knows what thisdamned town has in store for me,” she mumbled, her voice muted by the musicas she escorted the other away.
as just about anyone knew, baristas, waitresses and the like didn’t make nearly enough to consider joining the finer things in life. even still, that didn’t keep esme from popping into stores now and then ━ just to look. she was scanning the wall of bikinis and beachwear when a demanding voice startled her and caught her attention rather forcefully. blinking a few times at the blonde next to her, esme shook her head slightly. ❛ oh, i- i’m sorry. i don’t work here. i passed an employee over by the fitting rooms though. ❜ glancing over the stark white piece dangling from the hanger in the girl’s grip, ❛ that bikini is adorable, though. i’m sure you’d look great in it. ❜
Eyeing the other carefully, Aurora offered a coy smile. “Wellthen, I’m sorry for assuming.”
Angling her head to quickly glance around the smallestablishment the blonde then laughed softly, rolling her eyes for surely, thisgirl was trying to get a rise out of her. “Thereisn’t anybody around though,” she commented, brows furrowing as her lefthand fell to rest upon her hip. “So, they’veeither chosen to take a break at a rather inconvenient time, or you’re tryingto joke with me.” Placing the garment back in its place on the rack, Aurorapressed, “and it’s a very poor one.”
Hay colored brow raising at the other’scompliment, the blonde tongued at her lower lip, suddenly quite shy after speakingso boldly to a stranger. Unused to flattery, the sweet words had come as acomplete surprise, leaving the bull-headed teen fighting for a proper response.“Well, that’s nice,” she offeredstupidly. “I—I probably ought to be offthen; since there’s nobody helpful around.” Inhaling sharply and turningher head to avoid any more embarrassing responses, Aurora headed for the exit.
Tommy browses the vast collection of different articles with boredom, not caring for the fancy fabrics and elite labels. He was only perusing the shop in search of a gift for his mother, wanting something for when she next decided to visit. Though his mother certainly had higher end outfits than even this boutique could provide, the sentiment was enough to make her happy.
The boy was examining a pale, lavender blouse when a female voice catches his attention. Tommy barely casts her a glance before she’s waving and staring at him impatiently. “Do I look like I work in this fancy ass place?” he asks, gesturing to his sweatpants an plain t-shirt.
Raising a brow as the boy motioned at his pants, Aurora nodded in response, offering him a coy smile and rolling her eyes. “Yes,” she started, placing the garment back and turning to face the other, “I can see now that you’re certainly not an employee here. So tell me, scrub,” she rudely teased, “what are you doing shopping here dressed like that? Isn’t like it’s Walmart or somethin’. Or, is this just the shit-store of this town? Everybody come here looking like they just rolled out of bed and slapped some gel into their hair?”
as they walked with helena taunting her the girl made an abrupt stop, golden blonde turning to face raven black, opposites in many ways. a wide smile on her face at the girls irritation, and she moved her mouth to respond. “i am, actually.” she admitted it, never being one to lie unless it would get her somewhere. “are you daft, of all my jokes the killer part is true. you must be new in town if you didn’t know that.” if it was a lie then there would be no way in hell helena would be here right now.
her cackle found it’s way back into their ‘conversation’, she really did find this girl to be quite hilarious. “fuck, i didn’t even think about it like that. you’re mind goes to quite naughty places doesn’t it?” this girl really did make it so easy to tease her. “you’re just at the tip of the iceberg, this town is much more peculiar than you think, baby.”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly and snaggedat her lower lip to stopper herself. After all, people were sleeping; it wouldn’tdo to have her neighbors despising her after only a week’s time in the uncannylittle town. “I am certainly new to this place and everything I’ve experiencedso far including your,” she pressed a finger against the other’s shoulder,adding force in attempt to budge the bothersome woman, “jests have been far too irritating and distasteful for my liking. Pushhard enough and I just might leave,” she said, knowing that this strangerdidn’t care whether she stayed or disappeared completely.
Growling, Aurora threw her arms up and dropped them to hersides with a loud clap. Flushing deeply, she clenched her jaw and grittedpearly whites roughly against each other. “Don’tpatronize me,” she demanded, stomping her foot like a child and pointingaccusingly at this exasperatingwoman. Eyeing her carefully, Aurora squinted through the darkness and leanedforward a bit, hands upon her hips and mouth pursed in contemplation. “You think I’m going to listen to some crazylady who follows strangers, and who smells like alcohol, and looks like shejust snorted several lines of cocaine two minutes ago?” Throwing her handsup in her distress and unease, Aurora then clenched them tight as they fell toher hips and turned, somewhat expecting of the other to follow. “Why should I listen to somebody who, as faras I know, is known around the town as the “that crazy person”?”
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