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aurelia landry. the pretty boy. penned by ella for slasherhqs.

biography. pinterest. it’ll be great when i have a playlist right here won’t it,,,

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#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 ¦ isms .

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬:

🪦 » @prettyisms sent : “ you could feel the history coming through the walls here . ”

timestamp : week one , before the cookout .

when his initial involuntary pang of shock at being spoken to begins to ebb away , matthias just nods for a moment — agreeing , but cycling through his rolodex of things to say when someone even slightly brings up the disappearances . he settles on “ yeah , kind of crazy , ” though he doesn’t believe it . bad things happened every day . camp silver lake was one of many casualties . “ a coat of paint is kind of a piss poor attempt at covering up what happened — if you think about it real deeply … or whatever . ”

it’s not that aurelia’s never been prepared for disaster. training school had prepared her for a lot of eventualities. it’s just... always so helplessly sad and she’s not used to dwelling. all too ready to find a distraction whenever the breaking of bad news occurs. case in point: sparking up a conversation rather than digesting the camp’s history by herself. “yeah, it’s eerie,” she agrees quietly as she looks at their surroundings. brow uncharacteristically furrowed and mouth knitted into a thin line if but for a moment before it fades into something more appetible. “the kids don’t seem to notice, though.” at least the kids in her bunk hadn’t - as far as she was aware. “... or do the older ones actually pick up on it?”

#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ¦ interactions .#ft. matthias

𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚:

𝐖𝐇𝐎: open ! 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: althea is playing welcome party bc ofc she is 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: week one , may 29th .

the first thing thea noted was that summer camp was quieter than she had been anticipating . of course , that probably had something to do with the fact campers weren’t due until monday , and the counselors were trickling slowly . there just wasn’t as much needing to set up as she had anticipated . probably because the higher up staff had already prepared things for them , rather than just waiting for the children to arrive . counselors are people too ! it left althea feeling that kind of useless that made anxiety and guilt bubble in her chest . of course , she had to make that everyone else’s problem when she spotted one of her fellow counselors sitting alone . ❝ i got this from the mess hall , ❞ she announced as soon as she was close enough to extend the cold water bottle . ❝ moving in is a lot of work and it’s really hot . ❞ it was summer after all . ❝ i’m thea, by the way. ❞

like many of the idealised parts of lia’s life she hadn’t expected camp to be quite this... sticky. to the point where her concealer has started to melt in the sunlight if you catch it at the right angle. so, she’s taken refuge under a tree, fanning herself with her hands to make up for the lack of air con inside the buildings. “was it that obvious that i’m suffering? because you didn’t have to,” she comments with a smile, although really she loves being fussed over. to be made to feel special — even if it is just from receiving a bottle of cold water. “but i’m happy you did, i was pretty sure i was going to melt at any given moment.” because being made to feel special was always returned. “it’s nice to meet you, thea. i’m aurelia... or, just lia is fine really.” she leans in close enough to where her elbow almost bumps against thea’s. “i guess we can rhyme.”

#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ¦ interactions .#ft. althea #idk what this is but it's written with LOVE

𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚:

When: Wednesday, June 1st, mid-morning Where: Forest tree line For: Open (1/3 spots, just to keep it fresh and sexee)

“No, you won’t get a rash because you groped it. No, it’s not dead, it’s birch.” Ramona tried her hardest not to sound too derisive, but no, the tree wasn’t looking at you, sixteen year old near-adult, and no it’s not dying because it has spots. She shooed the camper away and turned, startled to find someone in her path. “… Did you see that tree grow eyes, too?”

“hmm? is that an expression...?” aurelia asks curiously, lifting a brow as she absentmindedly twirls a strand of hair around her finger in thought. “like a woodsy version of the walls have ears... the trees grow eyes...?”