゜☆。 she's fading

i got my city doing front flips, when ever father, major, rapper, jump ship. i guess that's why they call it where i stay, clean up the streets so my daughter can have somewhere to p l a y

[lrbellemont-blog]

snap. | ➜ all.

[aurvas]

cjdixon:

CAMERON: when will the mcrib return from war CAMERON: @ mcdonalds it’s close enough to summer just release it

AURORA: GOD i could rly do w a mcrib rn AURORA: i got so sick of hospital food im jUST

[gigihadid-news]

[aurvas]

JACKSON.:

“ in new york, people get ‘buck-fiftied’ on subways with box-cutters… in comparison to that, i’d call this not bad. “ he cheeks, an airy sense of joy flooding through his senses as the girl seemed completely herself despite the evidence she’d been hurt – every coy remark dipped in aurora’s familiar wit. “ even i will not stoop to face painting, ‘rora. these will heal up quick, anyways. don’t go chopping your hair off just yet. “ jade hues rake across the girl’s face a final time before he’s tearing his gaze away to imagine the awful tattoo inked across skin somewhere on himself. “ well, if you’re getting a chest piece, i guess i’ll get mine here. “ he says, hand spreading out to cover a large area of skin on the side of his neck. he feigns a serious look for a moment before the joke settles and a shit-eating grin spreads across his face. “ you’d get a matching tattoo with me ?? “

‘ right -- i guess you got me there, this scar ain’t that bad, ’ she replies with a tilt of her head, the usual trademark aurora, honeyed smile sweeping across her lips whenever she was around him. ‘ stoop to face painting ?? JACKSON, make up is an art, don’t you D A R E disrespect it, ’ she quips, her azure hues widening in a faux-sense of dramatics. the familiar exchange of quick-wit between the two easily dissolving any recollection of her remorseful night. ‘ nuh uh, if i’m getting a chest piece, then you’re getting a chest piece & if you’re getting a neck piece, i’m getting a neck piece, ’ she interrupts, unable to stifle the contagious grin that she inhibits. ‘ you’re like the only person other than ale’ that i’d even consider get a matching tattoo with, of course i’d get one with you !! ’

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EVGENIA.:

     『 ✘ —“ well, i never claimed to be classy. ” murmurs evie, ice in her voice. the outward cordiality is falling away more and more. just like it did that night at the afterparty. soon the vitriolic jabs and quips would increase in viciousness, the rolling eyes would become bitter glowers and glares. evie didn’t need this war, and she didn’t need the last one. “ ugh, okay, listen. ” she runs her hand through her dishevelled short hair. “ i’m sorry, okay? i regret what i did. just being hit… i don’t know, dragged crap memories back up. i made a snap reaction, and it was a shit one. we were both out of line, both punches and bottling were uncalled for, but i’ll be the first one to apologise. ” evgenia addresses aurora directly in the eyes. both the blonde girls’ eyes are sunken, tired. evgenia’s stare is detached, as though covered by many veils. apologising didn’t make her feel much better, the bitterness was certainly still present. but evgenia didn’t care about the bruises; she’d had many of those over time. it was… the punch itself. it brought her right back to being a powerless eight-year-old out of her depth, acting tough.

‘ well sorry, with your clear need to be superior, i thought it was safe to assume, ’ she hisses, eyebrows crinkled as she shakes her head in dismay. despite the deep incisions made by the collision with the glass bottle, aurora hadn’t learnt her lesson, although this time she was completely sober until she hear evgenia continue. ‘ o -- oh, right ... well ... ’ she stutters, clearly taken aback by evie’s sudden reveal of her past, ‘ look, i’m sorry too -- you kinda’ struck a nerve back there and i flipped out, if you did anything else i wouldn’t have hit you -- i just, i’m sorry as well. ’ she mumbles, aurora’s gaze lifts from her own lap and onto evgenia’s similar blue eyes, full of exhaustion. ‘ whatever it brought up i’m sorry, okay & yeah, i guess i forgive you for y’know, smashing a glass on my head. ’ she adds with a slight shrug of her shoulders. her sullen eyes turn slightly insightful as she sees a silver lining, a small window to repair their once thriving friendship. as usual, it was aurora’s relentless optimism that managed to fuel her apology.

[aurvas]

ALEJANDRA.:

╚ ❀ —      “ you have a right to be, though, ‘rora. ” alejandra murmurs soothling, running a hand gently through the blonde’s silky tresses. she nods in understanding, a sober expression on her porcelain features. “ i can’t deny your judgement was extremely misguided, but how could you expect your frontal lobe to N O T make decisions on the fly when you hindered it with liquor ? ” alejandra asks rhetorically. “ zeke is your romeo, your mr. darcy – i get it. if i was intoxicated, and someone was flirting with josh, i’d consider doing the same, even though i know we’re not exclusive. ” alejandra giggles, pleased with the faint smile on aurora’s face. “ alright, you don’t need to tell me, it’s awful. i was just trying to cheer you up – you’re my girl you know. ” snorting, the brunette shakes her head fondly. “ doubt it. here, i’ll prove it to you. ” she squeezes the product onto her fingertips, delicately applying it to the scar before picking up a beauty blender. “ if tequila’s something you L I K E, i can’t take that away from you. but, i suppose i can keep you away from it when we’re in certain environments. or, we just have to find you a new poison of choice. ”

‘ do i really have a right, though ?? i mean ... I’M the one that started a fight over literally nothing, ’ she begins, faintly acknowledging alejandra’s attempts at soothing aurora’s bubbling anguish. ‘ GOD, more like he’s the daisy to my gastby ... is that even the right reference ?? ’ she mumbles, her breaths growing deeper as she tries to escape the haunting nostalgia from that night. ‘ a new poison of choice ?? who will ever be able to live up to the task of replacing my one true love, otherwise known as tequila ?? ’ she chuckles softly, her voice growing lower as she allows alejandra to cover up her scar herself, ‘ thank you, though -- for y’know not yelling at me for being dumb, even though you & i know that i was an idiot, this is why i love you. ’ she adds, her voice blanketed with endearment as she remains to keep the sanguine smile across her lips.

[aurvas]

EZEKIEL.:

✘。—      tilting his head view to get a sharper look at aurora’s wound, zeke purses his lips to the side, a SHINIER look of analysis appearing in the corner of his eye. “ yeah, i guess so, ” he shrugs, ashy orbs retreating down to a small tube of concealer, which he aimlessly picks up and examines with playful CONFUSION, “ but, you look quite bad ass, ror. i like it. ” his gaze makes it’s way back up to aurora’s, an eyebrow popping upward with an amiable grin. his racing partner’s own smile a relief to the apprehension he holds within him about the whole ordeal. “ i know, i was surprised, ” ezekiel chuckles heartedly at the image of the blonde throwing a punch, “ it was great though. i mean, obviously not the whole situation. but, damn, look at you. who knew aurora amari would be knocking people right and left ? and liking it too ? i’m so proud. ” another deep laugh bellows from his throat, eyes crinkling in amusement, as he slickly begins to lean on the counter next to the duo. however, his sounds of hilarity soon trickle down to a SILENT nod of understanding once aurora confronts the insecurities in the air. “ no, aurora. i know that you can very well take care of yourself. but i can’t just stand around and do NOTHING. come on, ” zeke murmurs gently, casually sliding closer to the strawberry-blonde with every syllable, “ i’m not gonna’ let you hold ALL the worry. what’s wrong with wanting to protect you anyway ? ” a musing smirk appears subtly upon his lips, his body angled in an easygoing fashion.

‘ don’t i always look badass ?? ’ she quips, her bottom lips tuck under her teeth as her eyes glitter towards him. her previously sullen eyes turn sanguine as she mirrors his raised eyebrow. she watches him toy aimlessly with her concealer, a small breath of a laugh escapes from her lips as her mind traces back to the other night, searching for a glimmer of optimism, a shred of a silver lining from a night wrapped in remorse and chaos. ‘ you’re PROUD ?? that i drunkenly knocked her out, honestly -- i thought you’d think i was a psycho, well you saw it first hand ... kinda, y’know since you were in basically another world that night -- aurora amari isn’t afraid to knock a bitch out. ’ she rolls her eyes and accompanys her sarcasm with a faux-dramatic flick of her hair. the relentless shame that filled her stomach started to dissolve, all she was left with was a faint scar that glimmered on her forehead. ‘ zeke ... don’t, ’ she hushes, her lightened tone growing softer as they reapproach the more grim tone of their conversation, ‘ there’s nothing wrong with it, i’m just saying don’t burden yourself ?? i mean i lived, right ?? i’m not dead... yet, just don’t beat yourself up over something that you had no control over. besides, if it makes you feel any better, i probably would’ve punched you as well if you tried to stop me, so -- be grateful you don’t have a black eye like HER. ’

[always-a-pleasure]

[aurvas]

EVGENIA.:

     『 ✘ —“ no, it wasn’t particularly, was it? drinking yourself into an aggressive stupor isn’t that valiant. ” evgenia lets out a quiet sneer, folding her arms across her chest. thinking back to that night put a bitter taste in her mouth, where there should’ve been the taste of strawberry sweet wine. the blonde’s disdain for aurora and her team was ever-increasing; well, despite a few members— the vigours were becoming a bigger annoyance than ever. “ i don’t think it’d be such a reliable career for you anyways, so… nothing much lost there. ” evgenia replies in the most patronising tone she can muster, looking aurora up and down with veiled azure eyes. to be fair, evgenia would too be rather bitter if she was left with a notable scar over her face after that night. “ it will. has your hangover faded from then, speaking of which…? ” the chechen asks, her voice thick with sarcasm.

‘ yeah you’re right & neither is smashing a glass on someone’s head, but i guess it wasn’t really a C L A S S Y night. ’ she hisses, her lips are pursed as the iciness of her tone is practically spilling from her sunken eyes. it was unfortunately too easy for evie to crawl under aurora’s skin, easily making it past any thinly-masked pleasantries that aurora could manage to concoct. she could remember the burning coat of tequila that enveloped her veins during that night and despite being completely sober, the anguish that she harbored for her former team member had not faded like her hangover did. ‘ ouch, evie ! i guess i’ll give up on my dream just because you said there’s no future for me !! ’ she blurts, rolling her eyes dramatically, barely veiling her true feelings towards the girl. her breathing is slow as she tries to suppress any urge she has ofadding to the faint bruises on evgenia’s face, ‘ yes, the hangover is faded – unfortunately the scar still stings, but i’ll live. ’

[aurvas]

JACKSON.:

“ let me see. “ jack says after a moment, reaching out to angle aurora’s wound towards the light, a gentle thumb resting on the blonde’s chin as he did so. try as he might, he could not shake the nagging worry he’d felt in his stomach since the whole incident; aurora was proving to be someone jackson would always feel protective over. “ it’s not too bad… could be much worse. “ he hums, jade hues scanning over the hurt spots with a natural grimace that could only be attributed to him seeing someone he cared so deeply for hurt. “ you’re better with a make-up brush than i am most paint brushes, anyways. “ the joke falls from his lips with a natural ease, his poised hand coming back to snake into his pocket as a grin took show across his face. “ that thug life tattoo might really do you well now, ‘ror. “ 

‘ maybe i’ll get myself bangs to cover if up ? i wonder if i can pull off a fringe. ’ she replies, eyes fluttering shut as she feels his familiar touch on her chin. ‘ not T O O bad ?? at least i don’t look like scarface or something -- thank god, i thought it wasn’t bad at all, jeez, jack, ’ she replies, her eyes widening to form an expression of faux - offence. ‘ trust me, i barely know how to use concealer, maybe i could get you to use those da vinci art skills on me and cover this mess up, hmm ?? ’ she goads, lightness returning to her expression, something that came easily whenever she was around his comforting presence. ‘ yeah, maybe the tattoo might ward people off when they’re thinking about smashing a glass on my head, hopefully -- but i’d only get it if YOU did, so... that’s something to think about. ’

[aurvas]

ALEJANDRA.:

╚ ❀ —      alejandra wraps her arms tightly around aurora’s upper body as the golden blonde complains about her wound. “ just so we are clear, i probably won’t let go for a LONG time. ” her coffee hues peruse aurora’s face with slight concern. “ i can’t promise you it won’t scar, but i can promise you it will N O T be permanent. you definitely won’t end up fitting the bill for a horror character. ” she assures with a bright smile, still attached to her taller friend. “ the M O S T important thing is you’re okay. scars fade. i mean, i honestly don’t know what i would’ve done if i lost you, or if this was worse. ” alejandra rambles, combing through all the worst case scenarios in her head. picking up aurora’s concealer, the brunette lets go momentarily, “ here, let me do it. it’s the least i can do. it can be like a game – instead of how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, it can be how many strokes does it take to cover ‘rora’s battle wound. ” squatting down, alejandra carefully brushes back aurora’s silky tresses. with a chuckle she asks, “ would you like me to count ? ”

alejandra’s comforting touch enveloped her in a sense of stability. ‘ i’m OKAY, i’m just being a drama queen, ale’, ’ she hums, her sunken eyes fluttering shut as she wraps her arms around the brunette. ‘ i’m not even that worried about the scar, i just don’t wanna’ be reminded of how stupid i was ?? i honestly can’t believe i just straight out punched her just because she was tryna’ piss me off by flirting with zeke ?? ’ she recounts the night & despite being soaked with the scent of tequila that night, it haunts her that she would repeat her mistakes even without the presence of liquid courage in her system. ‘ yeah, what a GREAT game, ale’, ’ she replies with a faint beam as she rolls her eyes, ‘ but go for it, it’ll probably take that entire concealer bottle to cover this mess up. ’ despite the optimism infused with her works, she couldn’t suppress the formidable swirling in her stomach as she recounts the events of the night before. ‘ just do me a favour and don’t let me drink tequila around her anymore, it’ll probably do everyone a favour. ’

[aurvas]

EZEKIEL.:

✘。—       the jagged sight of the wounds sunken deep into aurora’s forehead lights flames of REGRET in ezekiel’s eyes, his nose slightly wrinkling in distaste. particularly, a bitter distaste toward himself. “ maybe a little bit of a scar would do ya’ good. y’know, like a battle scar. makes you look tough, like you’ve seen shit. ” zeke says hesitantly, an apologetic lightness to his tone in hopes of enlivening the mood. the close pair hadn’t spoken much about the night of their win, a feeling of mutual avoidance floating between them. however, now, with his friend’s injury staring directly at him, he is reminded of the coked evening, and of the PROTECTION he should of administered over the blonde. granted, zeke had been completely high out of his mind at the time, but to his usually ICY conscious, that was no excuse. growing up, ezekiel had always been a reliable source of SECURITY for aurora, a company she could always feel comfortable around. therefore, seeing her suffer from a situation that happened in his presence and in his control — ezekiel feels awful. “ hey ror, ” he starts, gaze elevating from his lap to the girl next to him, “ you know i would have done something if i hadn’t been so fucked up, right ? ”

‘ this isn’t the kind of scar that i wanna’ remember, zeke ’ she begins, her words starting to trail off as the aura of lightness returns to her tone. she knew & she could feel the avoidance that was lurking between the two ever since the events that caused the marks protruding from her forehead. ‘ i acted like such an idiot, i just want to forget that it ever happened -- GOD, she gets on my nerves so easily, can you believe that i actually punched her in the face though...  gotta admit, that it was so satisfying. ’ she chirps, the corners of her lips rise to form a genuine, sanguine smile. she was unaware of the guilt that he harbored, all she felt was shame. it enveloped her & ran through her veins, the scar would just be a constant reminder of what she hoped to forget. ‘ zeke ... stop. even if you weren’t as high as a damn kite, you wouldn’t have been able to stop me or her from doing anything -- besides, maybe now i’ll have some sense knocked into me. ’ a tender smile sweeps across her glossed lips, ‘ besides, its not your job to protect me, so don’t worry about it -- don’t feel guilty. ’ 

[aurvas]

EVGENIA.:

    『 ✘ — evgenia automatically rolls her sapphire eyes in antipathy at aurora’s words. she couldn’t wrap her head around why these people always whined about everything; the tiniest of extraneous things. “ just think of it as a battle scar, ” the blonde remarks bitterly, her northern caucasian accent thickening as she mutters. “ it shouldn’t be an issue unless you’re planning on taking up a career in modelling, or something. ” evgenia hastily tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and stares off into the opposite direction. she’d never known a girl to overreact so much. evgenia wore her scars with pride— or so she liked to think? she’d cringe every time somebody pointed one or two out, explaining them away with a dismissive wave of her hand and a murmured don’t ask. but as always, the other blonde seemed hopeful and quietly optimistic.

‘ i don’t really want a reminder of that night ?? it wasn’t some valiant moment for me ?? ’ she replies dimly, already trying to suppress her frustration. something about the blonde’s presence was so aggravating, all pleasantries erased when these two were around each other. ‘ well, if i wanna’ give up on being a paramedic, then i’d like to have a modelling career waiting for me -- but thanks to you, that’s probably NEVER gunna’ happen. ’ sarcasm is infused with her tone as she shrugs her shoulders. this isn’t a scar that aurora wanted to take pride in, it wasn’t from a particularly honorable fight & the fact that she wanted her to toss it off and get over it ? ‘ at least your bruise is gunna’ fade... ’ her voice trails off as her tone grows colder, the crimson swirling in her stomach increasing the more she let her minds soak in the resentment she harbored for her former team member.

your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart

[sireneas]

[aurvas]

‘ lets just all pray to god that i don’t get a giant scar from this, ’ she huffs, anyone would be able to practically touch the resentment that she harbors. the tangle of anguish that she found herself in a few nights before left her in a sullen haze. her fingers lightly tracing around onto the residual marks left on her forehead from the collision with the champagne flute. despite the bitterness that she bears, a sanguine optimism is spilling from her words as she rests her chin in the palms of her hand, propped up by her elbow, a faint lightness that always traces around aurora’s words, whether she’s at her lowest of lows, there is always a calming tinge of radiance that hovers above her remarks. ‘ i wonder how much concealer i’d need to even cover this, just gunna’ hope that it fades away. ’

[zahmat]

[aurvas]

SCOUT.:

     ✩ ° . · . steel eyes grow grey and dim, the dull pain of a headache begins to return to the forefront of her head, her body temperature sits uncomfortably high. there was nothing like coming down off cocaine. she wonders if aurora can tell, because scout knows it’s noticeable to all her friends— she was always a touch more cranky and her makeup didn’t have that trademark shimmer to it. studying the delicate gashes through aurora’s forehead, scout crinkles her nose a little. i could’ve done without a fucking punch to the face, too, scout thinks. forcing cordial responses, the brunette inclines her head languidly. “ i see, ” scout murmurs into her hand, which is propping her chin up. damn, she wasn’t in the mood for reconciliation. should’ve left it for another time.

“ sorry about that whole mess. it wasn’t very classy, was it? ” a humourless laugh comes from scout’s glossed lips. “ not worth all the damn bother, that’s for sure. jealousy is a harsh mistress. ” scout paraphrases alejandra from their last conversation about it all. she lets that last sentence hang precariously in the air, intending for aurora to take it how she liked. letting out a huff, she lets her olive eyes rest on the blonde; who looked just about as bitter and displeased as scout did. she leans down to take a generous sip of the cool tea blend.

the tension was swirling inside her stomach, enveloping her intentions to stay civil and collected as she converses with the brunette. even though the incisions made by the champagne glass that had collided with her forehead had started to dim, the sharp bitterness she harbored due to those events was still as VIVID as ever. circling her eyes as she tried so hard to push past her stubbornness.  ‘ yeah -- that’s one way to put it, ’ she hisses, stifling her reflexes to roll her eyes. scout’s almost nonchalance was even more irritating, she rests her chin comfortably in the palms of her hand in an effort to mirror scout’s aura of nonchalance. aurora knew that her actions the night before could be described as anything but classy, she was infused with a drunken rage and she managed to leave a dull, black and blue mark on her former team member’s visage.

‘ JEALOUSY ?? ’ she questions, taken aback by scout’s remarks. her fingers harshy circling the condensation circling the cup of her drink, ‘ i don’t know what you’re talking about -- but whatever, it was STUPID. sorry about the bruise, but i guess it’s not really much compared to the stitches, ’ she replies grimly, her words laced with resentment as she lets out a light breath, numbing the dull pain that she inhibited due to her drunken misadventure from the previous nights.