#m:aurora

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@thedarksecretsofmckinley (Camy Dupree)

It had been driving her crazy all night, or at least since Aurora had caught a glimpse of her through the crowd while being dragged by her friend towards the bar. She’d barely had time for a double-take then before the other woman had disappeared from view and she had to focus on what drink she’d be starting her night off with. 

But it kept happening. Every so often, Aurora would turn her head and for just a second she’d catch the other woman out of the corner of her eye. And every time, she’d be gone just as quickly.

And every time, Aurora felt the same tickle of recognition. Not enough to put a name to the face, or even narrow it down to where or when she might have met the other woman before, just the persistent little sensation that she knew her.

Eventually, whatever gods had seen fit to tease her with the other woman’s presence relented and Aurora finally found herself face to face with the brunette. Well, face to back. But that was easily fixed.

“Pardon me,” Aurora said as she moved in front of the other woman, “Do you know me?”

[ofsideral-blog]

     We’re trapped in eternal darkness, but we are each others’ candles.

♡ + Regora

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@thedarksecretsofmckinley

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Diamond had no idea who this was but she was up for a meeting with a stranger. She was in need of a bit of fun and maybe a bit of feeding? The more she practiced the better things turned out. Her mother would be proud of her for honing her skills.

[Text]: Excellent, send me an address and I’ll meet you. What are you wearing tonight?

Aurora titled her head to the side, wondering why her friend would need the address for the club she’d introduced Aurora to. Then she remembered that night and suddenly her friend’s lapse in memory made sense. It was also why Aurora wanted to go back there tonight. After dinner with her Grandmother, Aurora needed to blow off some steam, and they’d blown off enough steam last time to power a locomotive. 

Texting back the address, Aurora headed for her closet and quickly pulled out three dresses; one white, one red, and one black--and took a picture of each held up against her body before sending the trio of images to her friend.

[Text]: You tell me.

[quinntessentiallyglee]

Which muses know the whole routine to 'HoeDown Throwdown?

Mal: The what?

Rachel/Hannah/Melody: Boom boom clap Boom de-clap de-clap clap

Mal: I repeat, the what?

Jonathan. I’m going to tell you ‘bout a beat, that’s going to make you move your feet.

Jonathan, Rachel, Hannah, Melody: Pop it, Lock it, Polka-dot it

Mal: Did we end up in Auradon and no-one told me?

Aurora: Not that I’m aware of.

Rebecca: Seriously? Neither of you ever heard this before?

Mal: I’m from another world.

Aurora: I’m British.

Lennox: I’m not nearly drunk enough for this sh-

Jonathan, Rachel, Hannah, Melody: Put your hawk in the sky, side to side, jump to the left, stick it, glide

Rachel: C’mon you three; I know you know this.

Santana: I refuse to-

Dani: *grabs both Quinn and Santana by the elbow and drags them over to join the others already dancing and singing* Yeah, let’s skip to the bit where you both cave because we know she has you wrapped around her finger.

Santana: She does n-

Jonathan, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: I’ll give the barbecue, show and tell you how to move, if you’re five or eighty two, this is somethin’ you can do.

Aurora: *to Mal* I still have no idea what’s happening.

Mal: You and me both, sister.

Rebecca: I thought you said-

Mal: It’s a figure of speech!

Lennox: Hey, booze girl, more shots.

Rebecca: It’s Rebecca.

Lennox: Don’t care. Shots.

Melody: It doesn’t hurt to say please, Lennox

Lennox: Yes it does.

Rebecca: *joins the others*

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: Step, slide, lean it left, clap three times, shake it out, head to toe, throw it all together, that’s how we roll.

Mal: Okay, seriously, are we back in Auradon?

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: Do the hoedown (throwdown), do the hoedown (throwdown), do the hoedown,(throwdown), throw it all together, that’s how we roll

Aurora: This sort of thing happens a lot where you’re from?

Mal: Less country, more animated musical, but yeah.

Aurora: No offence, but I’m really glad we aren’t sisters.

Mal: None taken

Jonathan, Rebecca, Dani, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Hannah, Melody: We get to four, five, six, and you’re feelin’ busted, but it’s not time to quit, practice makes you perfect.

Lennox: Fine, I’ll get my own shots.

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@darkmasterkattsvault

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Arin was bored. These events her father insisted she attend, while an excellent excuse to dress up and hit on women were… a hassle. Honestly, she’d rather be at home working on her book than listening to speeches and talking business with people she had no interest in working with. Really, she was only here to save face, given it would be inexcusable to be in town and not attend, and even that was debatable at the best of times, they’d already all but disowned her once, after all.

Catching sight of a head of pink hair ducking out of sight, Arin excused herself from the conversation she’d barely been keeping up with, and followed. Arin couldn’t help but smirk when she realised who it was. She watched Aurora from afar for a few moments before slipping up behind her.

“I see someone’s been a naughty lass.” Arin teased, relishing in the lilt of her own voice, being back home in Ireland for business really had done her well, as she moved so the pink haired girl could see her. Aurora was a few years younger than herself, but she knew the Moore family well. In the sense that her father knew them and Arin had been introduced years prior and made sure to know each member to some degree. They were a well off Scottish family, the kind of people who had money just because of who they were. The Sheridan’s were less so, but they had an entire business empire and money is money, at the end of the day. Given Arin was to take over her father’s company in time, despite her own protests, it was her responsibility to keep in their good graces. Or something.

“Like the pink, it suits you.” She reached out to twirl a lock briefly around her finger with a smirk. “What have you been up to, besides driving your grandmother insane?”

Aurora’s scrunched nose betrayed the moment it took for her to put a name to the face she encountered once she’d turned toward the source of the voice calling her out, but once she had a name, her face lit up in a wide, genuine smile.

“Arin!” Aurora pulled her in for a quick, one-armed hug--her other keeping her glass of champagne out of the way--before she stood back. She leaned in as Arin toyed with her hair, then gave the older woman a small half-curtsy, half-bounce as she accepted the compliment. ”Thank you.” Aurora waved her free hand to indicate all of Arin, and added, “And you look amazing. Seriously, you need to tell me what your secret is because, wow!”

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same story different title.

                        This was not the life Aurora wanted, but it was the one she was straddled with. Forced into being a double agent against the Death Eaters by her father, if only to protect Garrick; risking her life everyday by doing so. She had nothing sweet in her life, nothing to cling to. Except, perhaps, one thing. “You ought to not dawdle around,” Aurora noted. “You’ll be late for class.”

[thelovelymuses]

She was sat on the stairs, eating an apple while watching people pass her by. The world was so different, and Aurora was still adjusting to life in a time she was not born in, or had grown up in. The clothes felt so different, and it was hard for her to adjust. She had luckily found some friends who had helped her get clothes she was comfortable in. It was why she had simple dresses, and some blankets, which she mainly used as cloaks and wrapped around her shoulders.

It was how she was currently sat, wrapped up with a blanket around her shoulders, and underneath her so she wasn't sat directly on the cold stone stairs. Most people who passed by, barely even noticed her, mainly because they had their faces buried in a small device she'd been told was called a phone. Aurora couldn't understand why someone would be so focused on such a small thing instead of surveying the surroundings, no matter how drab and boring they might be. Even if there were a lot more buildings now than what she could remember ever seeing, she found most of them beautiful. There was a kind of art to them. It was why she had on several occasions painted them while being out on the balcony of her friend's apartment.

[thelovelymuses]

"What is that? I've never seen anything like it."