#𝙸𝙲𝚈𝙷𝙰𝚉𝙴 : a dependent mumu @𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙚𝙨 , with muses as imagined by bee ( she + her , ₂₇ , mst ) . a study in forever as a word meant for memories ⸻ not people , never winning the idgaf war , a begging to be diluted if only it would make you easier to love , and taking a calculated risk ... but man if only you weren't so bad at math.
❛ twenty6 , hockey player @ the blue hounds.
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" wait, wait - but didn't we already have the intermission? " emmett asked as he looked up at the others that were getting up. it was the second break and emmett was easily confused. " what's going on ? is it over? " he got up from his seat and looked over to the person nearest to him, " who won? " if it was the end, then he figured that it was pretty anti climatic. it was the first hockey game that emmett had ever seen. he'd gone to a few football games with his friends at home but outside of that, he wasn't exactly the biggest into sports. hockey had completely passed the englishman by.
being in the stands of an arena was far from rory's favourite place to be ⸻ but neither was it so entirely foreign. with so much of her life narrowing down to the time spent on the rink , it was to no one's surprise that the love and focus overflowed into all areas of the game. case in point , the red cheetahs were playing a game they had better fucking win , and rory was watching alongside the rest of the crowd to make sure it happened. the entire city was waiting with bated breath , ready to either condemn or congratulate in equal measures ( depending on the outcome , of course ) and rory would be there to see things through ⸻ it was her best friend on the ice that night , after all. ❝ this ain't broadway , dude. ❞ though he definitely looked the type who'd feel more at home at a theatre show than their current setting. but there went her plans for kicking back for the next eighteen minutes , unable to ignore what was a clear plea for help. ❝ relax , we've still got another period to go , but i'll bet you anything the cheetahs are taking the whole damn game. ❞ there was the slightest edge of an accusation in her words ; a clear test to see where the stranger's loyalities lay , with only one correct answer to be named.
⇢ AURORA evokes the feminine urge to overthink / overdress / overlove ( but you're putting on your best outfit and it feels like you're dressing for battle ) ; weaponized efficiency , with a resting shoot to kill order ( you've built monuments off the utter refusal to be anything but the best , but to beat out every expectation placed upon impossibly poised shoulders ) ; just as dangerous as you are beautiful , like any unfinished thing is ( you who is no longer a girl ⸻ not yet a woman ).
full name : aurora elise tan.
nickname(s) : rory.
age + bday : twenty6 + oct 9th.
zodiac : libra.
gender + pronouns : cis woman + she / her.
sexuality : bisexual.
birthplace : montrouge , quebec.
languages : french and english.
residence : tba.
occupation : hockey player ( plays for the blue hounds , left wing position ).
nationality : canadian.
social class : middle class.
father : unknown.
mother : christina tan.
sibling(s) : none.
relationship : single.
pet(s) : tba.
faceclaim : havana rose liu.
eye colour : seafoam green.
hair colour / style : waist length curly , brown hair. prefers to leave it loose off - ice or half pulled back with a ribbon , but always has a few scrunchies , hair claws or hair ties on her wrist that she uses to throw it up into a bun or ponytail. usually sticks to braids when on - ice.
height : 164cm / 5'4.
build : lean and agile.
piercings : classic lobe piercings.
scars : a scar on her right knee from a bad tumble taken in her childhood. a barely noticeable line over her botton lip. other smaller , forgettable reminders from the scrapes taken over the years.
notable features : piercing eyes ( probably glaring or unabashedly staring in your direction ) , hands always warm to the touch , perpetually blushed - pink cheeks in the cold , the smell of honeyed vanilla and almonds in the air.
♪ [ ... ] soundtrack : party 4 u by charli xcx , spaghetti by le sserafim , it girl by aliyah's interlude , potential breakup song by aly & aj , the feminine urge by the last dinner party , anything but love by tate mcrae , bad idea right ? by olivia rodrigo , the only exception by paramore , strategy by twice ft. megan thee stallion , white ferrari x i know the end by erin lecount , say my name in your sleep by maisie peters , meet me at our spot by the anxiety , motion sickness by phoebe bridgers , slipping through my fingers by abba , femininomenon by chappell roan , spring into summer by lizzie mcalpine , crush culture by conan gray.
growing up as the only daughter of a single mother , most people tend to assume your childhood was a lonely one. the kind of lore drop that comes accompanied by a sympathetic look , or worse ⸻ the beginnings of an ‘ i’m sorry ‘ all too readily offered. as if you ever fucking asked , as if you’d ever felt anything even close to lacking. no , you'd swear up and down the block that you had the best formative years a girl could ask for , and then some. there was no time to be lonely in your childhood , or to mourn the loss of something you'd never known to miss in the first place. instead , you were busy having the time of your life , of growing and growing and eventually : spreading your wings to fucking fly.
your love of skating comes as something of a given , considering your upbringing ; winter sports an obvious , if not expected pastime for anyone in montrouge. but it is one thing to love being on the ice , and another to dedicate yourself so wholely to a sport as you did to hockey. try as you might to resist ( not that you ever did ) but there was a simple thrill to it , of feeding your hard earned blood , sweat and tears into becoming the best and making sure that's exactly what you did.
as the years go by , it's a hard pill to swallow ⸻ being left in the dust while the men in suits chase what they state is ‘ the more profitable choice ‘ and that ’ it just makes sense , sorry girls ’. time and time again , overlooked for the boys that manage to pull ahead for no other reason than just … being boys. it's a chip on your shoulder you're in no rush to forget , and just another load of fuel to the ever burning fire in your heart. jaw clenching , teeth grinding determination that sits in your gut. the need to see yourself out as a success of your own making , to prove every motherfucker that said you couldn't , dead fucking wrong.
honestly … kind of an asshole. rory has never in her life pretended to be anything else than what she is , and she's always done it proudly. so while her general … bluntness , and blasé attitude tends to rub most people the wrong way , she doesn't do it to be purposely mean or even rude. she just doesn't have the patience ( or particular skillset in general ) to go about it any other way. still , she's loyal to the very bones of her , and once you're on her team , she'll quite literally go to the ends of the earth for you. it literally comes down to whether she sees you as ‘ one of her people ’ or not , and when you're not , well ⸻ she just doesn't have time to waste when she could be spending it on the ice or around the people she actually likes ? she's simply conserving her energy for the things in in life that matter <33