never a god

aurélie del bosque

[ofprodigies]

[Aurélie del Bosque], [29 ], has called Coronado home for [all their life]. As [a lawyer]  their world is steeped in [ legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen], [ intimacy like a drug], and [ the casual negligence of old money]. Often found [ fixing everyone else’s problems ], they move through life with [ Dear Reader by Taylor Swift ] in their ear.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Aurélie Manon del Bosque

Nickname: Aur

Age & Birthday: 29, December 6

Place of Birth: Saint-Germaine Medical, Villa Solana, Coronado

Current Residence: Puente Romano, Villa Solana; secondary residence in in Bahía Azul, a penthouse in Torre Azul owned under a different name

Notable Family Members: The Financier ( parent ); Rafael del Bosque ( uncle ); Luciana del Bosque ( aunt ); Elena, Gabriel, Monrosa, Andrea, and Teodósio del Bosque ( cousins )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Olivia Cooke

Height: 5'5 1/2

Hair Color: dark red

Eye Color: brown

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: an old del Bosque signet ring she found as a child in a forgotten desk deep in the Casa, several piercings in both ears, a few tattoos that will be expanded upon further

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: messing with her ring, being annoying about her eidetic/photographic memory, pacing when focused

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: Lawyer for Sede del Bosque ( fixer )

Affiliation: del Bosque

Positive Traits: obsessive, ambitious, meticulous, logical, clever

Negative Traits: manipulative, cruel, arrogant, selfish, pedantic

Likes: the hours just before sunrise, iced coffee, the oxford comma, making lists, a particularly tricky legal argument, the first row of the balcony

Dislikes: sloppy writing, places that lack history, feeling out of control, birds kept as pets, being lied to, the undeniable urge to let it all crash around you

Aesthetic: the casual negligence and inherent hubris of such divine wealth and privilege; legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen; physical intimacy like a drug - only this touch makes you feel real, feel grounded; archives full of dusty, deep history and knowledge; a face crafted for tragedy; meticulous ledgers of every favor and fix; this pressure might kill you, but burning out still burns bright.

HISTORY:

The only child born to the youngest del Bosque sibling of the prior generation, Aurélie is the only one gifted a variation of a del Bosque patriarch’s name. Perhaps a coincidence, or The Financier merely liked the name – Aurélie doesn’t know, she wasn’t fully conscious yet at the time of her naming. But it matters. It has to matter – names carry meaning, to name something is to grant it power, worth; emphasis on the weight of the del Bosque name is a common theme throughout her childhood. Aurélie, conscious or not, has spent her entire life attempting to live up to Aurelio del Bosque’s legacy – and becoming Alonso’s second coming.

The Financier stays close to the family, and so does Aurélie – learning at her parent’s side the intricacies of the del Bosque business. She’s a curious child, almost unnervingly so with those big brown eyes and uncanny ability to spout back verbatim almost anything she’s read. She gets her obsessiveness and eye for detail from them but learns careful manipulation and subtle cruelty elsewhere – perhaps watching the rest of the family.

Aurélie attends all the same elite academies as her cousins – obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely won’t accept failure. She’s very naturally gifted, of course, and that eidetic memory serves her marvelously. But not everything comes so easily – she just makes it look like that. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject is giving her trouble result in near perfect marks and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction. The kind of pressure she will face from the family is second nature to the pressure she placed on herself.

Despite her best and most grueling efforts – Aurélie’s never been that inclined towards mathematics, so she studies the law. She loves a challenge, the intricacies and various loopholes that craft something particularly clever and weighty. Besides – the lifeblood of the del Bosque is written into every line of these foundational texts – it seems a natural path to follow, one intertwining her destiny further with the del Bosque legacy.

PRESENT:

Aurélie currently works nominally as legal counsel to the executives of Sede del Bosque. While she is more than happen ( honestly would be fucking thrilled ) to offer her nuanced and detailed thoughts on the legal implications of the family’s business – more often than not Aurélie serves as a fixer. If there’s a problem – Aurélie will have a solution, or at the very least a plan of action that will minimize damage.

It’s nice to be useful, to be needed and valued for her mind. It’s utterly intoxicating to wield that subtle control over another person ( even a family member ) based on whatever solution she might offer. Because despite how it often appears – there’s never just one answer, one viable solution – Aurélie considers many different paths that might lead to any number of outcomes, and chooses based on what is best for the family, yes of course, but also what is best for her personally.

Some days it's exhausting and she’s the child with her finger in the dam, all that pressure mounting and cracks spreading far beyond her reach. Other times it's almost easy – the choreographer in her element when all the dancers fall in line. The engineer of a slowly sinking ship; the lone gardener against the onslaught of rot and weeds; the battlefield commander’s last desperate surge; or whatever other pretty metaphors might be apt – if she could hold this family together with sheer willpower she could have retired at 27 to write novels. She’s logical enough to know that this very well may be a lost cause, but far too arrogant to let the whole thing fall around her without doing her very best to preserve Alonso’s legacy – and finding whatever openings or opportunities might be created.

[misflung]

“Aurélie. Wow. Still existing, I see. Very brave of you.” (@ofprodigies)

[ofprodigies]

“River, darling,” Aurélie drawls in that absent, airy way of the very wealthy. She leans forward and kisses them on both cheeks, all dazzling smiles as she takes another sip of her drink. The music pulses around them as she leans in closer. “Dammed by yet another existential crisis, are we?” A hand drifts up to pat the side of his face absently, and she internally laughs at her own joke. “Who was it who dumped you this time – Eleanora or your new therapist?”

[ofprodigies]

Aurélie vanishes from the table as soon as the cheese course arrives. She’s not out on cheese, quite the opposite – however, it's the best opportunity to escape before the Act is revealed. She can’t do it; can’t sit there and school her face into some bullshit neutral reaction when there is so much more to be learned and in all likelihood Noemi will fuck up one of the gorgeous turns of phrase she specifically wrote. Aurélie slips out an open door into the cooling night air, sips her sparkling wine, and sets her plans into motion. The true push won’t go live until tomorrow, because the text of the act won’t be widely available until after 9am. But Aurélie planned for this, plans for everything.

It will start small – a few choice accounts of hand-picked individuals who are just big enough to get into this event yet still local enough to garner trust. History is always political, especially at a local level – this Aurélie knew for certain.  

And that’s her angle, so simple and straightforward – this act wants to preserve the history of Coronado’s various neighborhoods through the social and cultural history of those who have and still live there. Each shop has a story, each corner its own folklore- these walls bear the weight of generations of conversations, love and loss, life and death. She’s just cynical enough to call this act what it is, a calculated power consolidation and clever enough to wrap it up in a pretty bow of social and cultural history.

Because as much as she relies on logic and facts, Aurélie knows the power of emotion and rhetoric. She’s spent more time in the del Bosque archives than likely anyone else, encountered her fair share of ghosts and folklore amidst the facts and figures. But emotion drives memory, and thus the foundational question of this narrative campaign is –  ‘why do certain historical narratives persist above others, and what do these narratives we tell about ourselves as Coronadans say about what we value as a culture?’

She finishes the last of her wine and regrets not grabbing the bottle as tentative applause and the sound of muffled conversation filters out to the courtyard. There’s plenty of time before the mass rollout – but patience has never been one of her strengths. Months spent on the specific verbiage and legalities of this and now it's out of her hands – it's out in the world. Aurélie feels a sudden rush of emptiness, the utter loss of control as her pet project ventures out into the ether. It’s fucking terrifying and perversely thrilling. So she goes back inside in search of more wine and to watch the fallout.

[ofprodigies]

when: early june where: chef Isolde who: aurélie & luciana @directart

The document is mundane in its presentation, thick certainly, but casual enough to not raise the suspicions of anyone who might observe the three women seated at the best table at Isolde. It's a trial run, perhaps, or maybe just happenstance – but Aurélie has a pink pen ready to go with her final edits. She scans a few pages then takes a sip of her wine, glancing over at Noemi Delgado.

“It's all about rhetoric – no matter the specificities of the Act itself, the media will get caught up in the way it is presented and that will in turn dictate how it is received by the general public.” Dark eyes drift over to her beloved aunt, almost playing coy as if Aurélie hasn’t already thought of a dozen ways to spin this to appear in the right. “I have a few thoughts on the wording but that’s just the loopholes and legal tricky spots I could catch on one read through,” she glances back at Noemi, “ you will be sure that’s buttoned up before presenting it to everyone, won’t you?" Aurélie takes another drink of her wine and leans back in her seat - it's just another dinner, nothing major so long as she believes it.

[1wayd0wn]

❝ the only way they’ll respect you is if you try to destroy them. ❞ ft. @ofprodigies

Rafael looks at his niece like a child who has just learned the rules of the game. “And then what?” Anger passed from generation to generation, from third to fourth …

[ofprodigies]

“Well, clearly Enrique didn’t get to find out, because Aurelio barely mentions his younger brother in the journals after this conversation, only on like, major holidays and just in passing.” She doesn’t fully process the condescending nature of her uncle’s tone, Aurélie’s caught up in the details, deep in her mind’s archives. It might be spite that led her mother to gift her with a variation of Aurelio’s name – but she bears it as a badge of honor, an almost divine mandate to absorb all the wisdom of del Bosque’s long passed and become more. “Personally I think that approach was profoundly misguided – those who are destroyed become resentful and more dangerous, not respectful; they have nothing left to lose.” She takes a sip of her drink then glances at him, and she’s definitely not looking for approval, nope not at all.

“His journals really are incredibly enlightening, particularly when imposed with the timeline of the codification and formalization of our government. I can send you the piece I’m working on, but it's very much in the early stages.” A rush of enthusiasm, followed by the slightest flush of embarrassment – all at once she’s ten years old again, and just a bit too much. The smallest of her cousins with those wide and wild eyes, uncanny in her ability to recall practically anything she reads or hears and fucking annoying about it when someone else gets a fact wrong. In her heart of hearts Aurélie just wants to know. Knowledge is power, her mother teaches her, even when she cannot quite master numbers. So she masters everything else.

[gigilaboss]

Giulia and Aurélie del Bosque set? @ofprodigies screams into the void

Sources under the read more <3

"Salt" by Nayyirah Waheed, 2013 | Automn Sonata, dir. Ingmar Bergman, 1978 | On earth we're briefly gorgeous, Ocean Vuong, 2019 | "Letter to the Mother", Elena Rivera, 1997 | Electra, Sophocles tr. Anne Carson | "Mother and Child", c. 1815, Eunice Pinney |

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[gigilaboss]

Closed starter @ofprodigies Location & time: 1771 Sentro, dinner

"What dress did you chose for Coronado Eterna?" Giulia asks her daughter as the waiter departs from their table, orders taken and glasses filled. Giulia takes a sip from the grand cru, lets the wine sit in her mouth and swallows. It tastes bland but that will do for tonight. They are at their usual table for their monthly meeting, which Giulia hopes will be short as she has only one wish after the long day she's had and it's to take a long warm bath at home. She raises a delicate eyebrow and puts the wine glass back in its place, lips turning down at the disapproval conjured in her mind. It dribbles in each of her words. "You picked one already right? The soirée is in three weeks, you know better than to wait until the last moment to get your attire ready."

[ofprodigies]

Mother and daughter sit at the same table they’ve shared for the past two decades, the waiter’s been the same for the last seven years, and in all likelihood her mother will order the chef’s special, as she usually does. Aurélie’s watches her over the rim of her gimlet – like looking through time to her future, but with deliberate mistakes. When she was younger she carefully studied all the ways in which she and her mother differ in looks, each one a tiny paternity test. She was obsessed with the idea of her father for a bit there, hounding her mother and scouring old society gossip for any hint – to no avail. Giulia is just spiteful enough to take that secret to her grave, and Aurélie expects nothing less.

“Pietro sent a few options from his new collection,” her favorite designer, “all one of a kind, so I am not concerned.” Aurélie smiles softly. If her mother wants to see, she will have to ask. Disappointment colors Giulia’s words, they've only just sat down, Aur could not have possibly done something warranting such a reaction yet. “Is something wrong with your wine?”

[devonghabi]

SHABANA AZEEZ as Victoria Javadi in The Pitt, 1.11: 5:00pm.

[unlegitimate]

open to first !!

Has he seen the fucking gardens. Yes, he's seen the fucking gardens. He's seeing the fucking gardens right fucking now, thank you very fucking much. His hands are in his pockets, his posture relaxed despite the tension building up in his gut, in his throat. There's no notebook here, nowhere to get all of those feelings out. At least he's alone here, in the darkness, the sun having set. He's made this little, isolated corner of the gardens his own for the time being, just to decompress. Worst case scenario, he dies. Two deaths at two parties, maybe that would finally send the family into a spiral. Doubtful, though - they wouldn't care if he disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.

[ofprodigies]

Aurélie watches, it's what she’s good at – tracking crowds, the ebb and flow of conversations and which particular figures they were most concentrated around, like celestial bodies dominating the galaxy. Her uncle, her aunt ( far enough away from each other to pique her interest but not raise too many outside concerns ), the Du Bois have their own orbiting sycophants, though in her opinion their gravitational pull hold less sway than they think. So she sees Andrea and Elena, watches as he walks away with that sad puppy look on his face that she will admit he hides quite well usually, and follows.

“You know what they say about sulking, don't you?”

[glittergab]

who: open to first - 0/1

where: de facto shit-talk station (hallway to the bathroom)

Philippa Throckmorton (Filly to her friends, of which Greta is one, to her face) loves three things: parties, drinking quickly, early, and more than she ought, and running her fat mouth. If she weren't a fishing net heiress with a bottomless supply of fun pills she wouldn't be half as popular as she is.

Greta's a big fan at the moment, quietly hidden among the smattering of guests who lingered in the hall on their way from or to the bathroom, her thumbs furiously transcribing as fast as they can while Filly, four drinks deep, freely shares her insights on each member of the esteemed Coronado Eterna guest list.

"Oh, but it's all about who you know. You see there's our family doctor, who knows their doctor and he previously worked closely with a nurse who says–I can't name names of course–they're not who they pretend to be at all."

[ofprodigies]

“Truly groundbreaking insight, Filly,” Aurélie’s voice is saccharine, nearly genuine, but the smile is more akin to that of a predator. “Careful, darling,” She places a concerned hand on Phillipa arm, “You might have a far larger audience than intended,” dark eyes slide to Greta’s furiously typing fingers. Aurélie isn’t concerned, why should she worry about the half-drunk vague ramblings of a new money heiress, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have a bit of fun. How gauche, taking notes on gossip in the hallway outside the bathroom like a second-rate gossip columnist, although, Aurélie supposes, isn’t that what Greta has sunk to? Filly frowns slightly, looking over Greta.

[oliviacookeicons]

olivia for the NYC HOTD premiere!

[ofprodigies]

Aurélie del Bosque photographed on her way to Coronado Eterna

[lostkitty420]

"Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what's underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there's just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she'd ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down."

-lev Grossman

[holdthgirl]

OLIVIA COOKE as CHERRY in THE GIRLFRIEND (2025)