#auretta

[gzeidraws]

Commission sketch for Ember of their FE OC Auretta!

[serenedash]

my zelda oc's :D top picture is Zelda and Impa, bottom is Link and their best friend Aura

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[cakeinthevoid]

I was rereading an old work to continue and I just had to share my favourite part I wrote so far :)) Content: Interrogation scene excerpt; slightly inhuman whumpee; muzzled (not explicit); detention; restrained

The detective leaned forward. “See, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

Dang. Guess not. 

“So why would you lie about that?” 

Double dang. 

He stayed silent, clearly wanting her to speak up. 

Auretta resisted and counted the seconds. 

About two and a half minutes later he stood up. Auretta jerked back. 

“Relax, I’m leaving.” The buzzer sounded. “I’m leaving ,” he repeated. 

Auretta felt a panic bloom. 

“Wait,” she coughed out, interrupting her rhythm. “Wait, don’t, I’m sorry, please don’t go.” She coughed and tried to restart her breathing pattern through gritted teeth.

The man sighed. “I want to help you, I really do, but this only works if you’re answering truthfully. You’ve lied, at least partially, at least three times in the past however many minutes. Not to mention the obvious limitation with the mask—” 

“I’ll speak. I’ll talk. Please don’t go.” If she were alone, she would only be able to focus on the chains, the muzzle —no, at the very least, she needed the stimulation.

The detective looked sad. She only caught the expression for a moment before he masked it with unreadability. 

“Okay.” He sat back down. “What do you want to talk about then?”

Continues here! 

[hollandwestbrook]

"So you’re one of two people from Six who’ve won in several decades. How’d you do it?” Holland admired Auretta, always had, because she could appreciate a strong and self-assured woman. And now that she was in this situation -- this shitty, shitty situation -- she figured she needed to get all the advice she could from people who had been in it before.

@auri-cartwright​

[caroleyre]

“Your tributes are overdramatic and exhausting.” He feigned skepticism. In reality, a sting of envy caught him, because he could no longer do the things all of these tributes were free to do. Because he did no longer want to, as if he’d just run out of all spark after the arena. “I feel for Six, but I feel like being all mouth and no trousers does not grant you a victory.”

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[georgia-plains]

He had his single glass of whiskey (the only one he allowed himself at these things) in one hand while the fingers of his other hand trailed across the wall of the dining-room-turned-ballroom. “I guess when I heard they lived underground I sort of pictured... dirt walls,” he said, mostly joking, though he had found it difficult to truly picture what Thirteen would be like.

@auri-cartwright​

[coletteneptune]

Sometimes when she was off-duty she liked to come into the viewing rooms. Occasionally there were sponsors there whose brains she liked to pick, or mentors whose conversations she wanted to listen in on. It didn’t really get her anything strategic, it was just that she was nosy.

She slid into one on the morning of the second day. She gripped a large coffee in her hands, having not gotten much sleep the night before. She heard a distinct cry after only a moment or two, a fussy baby in the corner. There weren’t many in the room, so she walked over to Auretta. She hadn’t met her and Hunter’s son yet, but of course everyone knew about him.

“Can I do something to help?” she asked, taking a seat next to the mentor. “Seems I’m not the only one having trouble with being awake today.”

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[huntedhunter]

“Are you planning to win again? Warn me beforehand, so I wouldn’t pour my heart into it for nothing,” he mocked, but did not exactly just mock. The conversation dynamic changed. He wanted to acknowledge Six’s victory with every chance he had.

@auri-cartwright​