#aurcrarising

[apcgee]

🙃 is the aussie smiley face and I won’t have my opinion changed.

[claraosiwald]

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          “Mark, what if they want to question me? Have you told them everything?”

[the-captains-table]

@aurcrarising is getting a Captain Jack! (not that one)

“Commodore Norrington!” The smartly dressed captain stepped forward, offering his hand. The dockyard was bustling with activity as dozens of ships were being unloaded and unloaded, in various states of repair depending on when they were scheduled to leave dock again. The captain, Jack Aubrey, had just been given his orders for the HMS Surprise that morning, part of a fleet that would be under the Commodore’s supervision. “Captain Jack Aubrey, pleasure to meet you, sir.”

[infinitelydiverse-arc]

@aurcrarising​  /  continued from here.

it had been a long night. now all crammed in the back of the suv as they rode back to the hub, it was closer quarters in the backseat with owen and gwen on either side and tosh in the middle. he barely noticed the way that tosh moved for awhile, only when her head came to rest on his shoulder did he truly notice the state she was in. she looked as exhausted as he felt. in another instance, he might have shrugged his shoulder, a gentle nudge away, but not tonight. not when they’d been up so long that night was almost morning once more.

instead he moved, ever so carefully, arm coming out and around tosh’s back to rest a hand on her side to gently secure her in place against his side as they travelled back down the slightly bumpy road. he didn’t even think when a few minutes later his own head tilted to rest on hers, eyes slowly beginning to fall shut as they continued to travel on.

      tosh was exhausted. not just tired but well and truly exhausted. they’d all had a very long night; it showed in the silence that filled the suv as the rode back to the hub. tosh was trying hard to stay awake, but after nearly twenty hours awake, there was only so much she could do. she could feel her eyes drifting shut, and she knew she was listing to one side into owen. she expected him to nudge her away, but he didn’t react until her head rested against his shoulder. and even then, he didn’t push her away.

he wrapped an arm around her instead. she was so tired and he moved so carefully, she didn’t even realize what he was doing until she felt his hand against her side. the motion earned him a small, grateful smile, especially when she feels his head resting against hers. moving just as carefully as she did, she curls her fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

[lighthouscd]

meetings! / james & victor / @aurcrarising           Both muses are in the emergency room waiting room and tired of waiting so Muse A tries to talk to Muse B to pass the time.

          It isn’t exactly unusual for Victor to end up in A&E, though he tends to avoid it for the more minor things— stitches, the easier dislocations, that kind of thing. This time, though, he’s pretty sure he’s gone and fractured something in his wrist, and apparently he can’t just ignore that type of injury completely. It’s been hours now, and patient as Victor is, he’s really beginning to need something to distract him. So he shifts up a seat, and asks: “Come here a lot?” His voice is soft, his tone gently teasing— people in hospitals can generally do with a little humour, in his experience.

[lighthouscd]

meetings! / abigail & ava / @aurcrarising           Muse A watches Muse B fall into a creek and helps them out.

          Ava can’t help but laugh. Look! People falling into stuff is funny, and there’s no way that she’s not going to laugh at someone for doing it! She’s just going to laugh at them, and then be helpful. Possibly while still giggling a little. She scrambles down the bank to the edge of the water, making at least some attempt to stifle her laughter as she reaches a hand out to the other girl. “Here— c’mon, I’ll give you a hand.” 

[lighthouscd]

meetings! / steph & sorrel / @aurcrarising            Muse A is taking pictures of something but Muse B thinks it’s of them and gets annoyed.

          No matter how many sunsets she sees, Sorrel still can’t stifle the urge to take pictures of them. This one is prettily outlined by the trees of the park and by buildings in the distance, though there are a few figures in the foreground she’s not paying attention to. That is, of course, until one of them becomes increasingly larger on the screen of her phone, until she glances up and is confronted by a none-too-pleased expression. Ah. “—Hi?”

[lighthouscd]

meetings! / kevin & felix / @aurcrarising           Muse A dropped something as they were getting on the train / bus, and Muse B grabbed it and ran to the next stop to give it back to Muse A.

          Felix sure hopes this piece of paper was important, because it’s been a while since he sprinted this kind of distance out of the blue and it, uh, sucks. He’s barrelled through crowded streets— with many shouted apologies and cries of excuse me, of course —to the next bus stop, some couple of blocks further on. It’s only his luck that there’s enough traffic that he arrives in time, horribly winded, and sticks his arm in the door just as the driver is about to close it. Another murmur of thanks, a tap of his travel card, and he finally finds his target. “I, uh—” Yeah, and he hasn’t really caught his breath yet either, “This is yours.”