#sadauroras

[wasntfaira]

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜ ↳     MADELINE &* VERNA ▐ @sadauroras

❛ now , who told you that ? ❜ a smile tugs at the immortal's lips as she sits forward , head tipping downward ever so slightly to peer up at the other woman from under dark lashes. ❛ i'm as heartless as you are , my dear cleopatra. all strong willed women run off of one , steady beat , though , don't you think ? WOMANHOOD INCARNATE ; taking a stand for ourselves -- never letting anyone speak over us. all sharing one heart -- one dream ; one purpose. a marvel of human nature. -------------------------- of course , i'm not a woman or a human. suppose that doesn't stop me from ... empathizing. ❜

[healiotrope]

@sadauroras (mari) sent: ❛ how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you’re thinking about how much more you really want ? ❜

SILENCE WAS LIKE A PLAGUE, LINGERING IN THE CORNER without fully being seen yet recognized in the subtle cracks of every passing second. Terrorizing in a way that started off as minimal only to fester and grow before it screamed for attention and spread quickly throughout the small surface of space. Lottie stands erect with hands clasped together, worry upon her face when she hears Mari's confession and she knows exactly what it means without having to ask for further detail.

A flutter of eyelids that don't quite close in full and lips slowly coming to part. But it's that silence which remains most palpable, because for the longest time, she doesn't quite know what to say in turn. She can't very well say that she doesn't feel the same way; there was always a strong bond between them, even back then. Mari remained one of her biggest supporters, her most trusted confidant and friend when no one else chose to be there even when Lottie was forced away.

Her letters and every written word resonated in such a way that it filled the woman's heart with such joy whenever she read them and she did read them, more than once. They were still in the confines of her personal possession, used as a placement to keep herself grounded when times seemed tough if only to remind herself that there was at least one person out there who still believed in her. To say that she didn't feel the same, would have been a lie and she has no intention of insinuating otherwise. Not when Mari has taken that brave step in speaking her truth out loud.

So, naturally, Lottie takes the seat beside the other and places a single hand upon her back, slowly brushing down the length of her spine while the other takes hold of Mari's own hand and squeezes tightly. ❝ Mari… ❞ she whispers the woman's name, ❝ it's alright. Just, say it. Whatever it is that you're feeling, right now. Say it. ❞ Another brief pause, eyes almost pleading, ❝ Please. ❞

[lavenderrpages]

@sadauroras asked: "I thought I'd find you here." (from carson, to greta!)

looking up, " going room-to-room searching for me, shaw ? be careful. if i didn't know any better it might come off as a little crush. " greta's shoulders shimmied slightly while her painted red lips teased. " c'mere. " she patted the table top beside her for carson to fill the seat. it was a moment greta stepped away from the crowd of cheerful women to find a bubble she could float alone in. as much as an extrovert, and social butterfly greta was, silence felt filling. her body would allow her to sink into it almost sadly if carson hadn't disrupted - but greta hadn't minded. " how is it you always find me when i want your company most ? is it a 'farmgirl' super-sense ? " teasing the other felt too natural at times. guilty for loving the way carson often smiled in return.

[b4didea]

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer. ( from kira, to eleanor )

a family , she'd always wanted a family despite her past & she was so close to having it. but it still didn't feel real. tear filled hues eye @sadauroras , lower lip trembling as a touch to her cheek is felt.

there's a sniffle , hands resting on kira's waist , thumbs massaging circles over the growing bump. ❛ you have no idea how grateful i am for you . . . ❜ a genuine smile yet it trembles against the weight of her emotions. ❛ i love you . . . so much. ❜

head leans in to rest against the others , eyes closing for a passing moment before pulling back & eyeing her once again. ❛ how are you feeling? ❜

[olympusrising]

@sadauroras (gabrielle) asked: ❝ the intimidating man stare does nothing for me, pal. ❞

The intimidating man stare continues, eyes scrunching up just a touch more. However, features relaxed after a moment and a slight roll of his eyes is given. He had always known that this one would be nothing but a thorn in his side and that's something she continues to prove right. Time and time again, there she is, trailing behind Xena, holding her back and it's quite annoying. Especially given his many plans that the annoying little blonde was keeping halted.

"Can't blame a man for trying," he mused with a small shrug, eyes wandering and looking elsewhere. They soon returned to Gabrielle, head canting to the side while tongue pressed against the side of cheek in thought. He could easily kill her and make it look like an accident, but Xena...Xena would know it was him. She already had enough to hate him for, he didn't need to add to it. Lips purse and pout before he begins to speak again, "I'm surprised to see you walking alone. Normally you're firmly locked in place at a certain warriors hip...she finally drop you?"

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

a dirty and calloused hand knocked on the small bits of wood just outside of @sadauroras 'home.' there weren't exactly doors on these things, no matter how hard tai had worked. which meant there needed to be some unspoken privacy between them. especially from say, him and travis, to the others.

"mari. can...can i come in? might have some things that will help?" charlie asked with a soft, carried voice. the raspiness of his tone furthered by the stretch of time without speaking.

the other hand held some sturdier wood (taken from his hut) and then some of the fishing line he had brought with him to the wilderness (by sheer accident, but thank god for weird punk traditions). there wasn't much left by an injury was more important than wobbling around in the lake hoping for a shitty fish.

[darkconsumed]

@sadauroras ( melissa ) gets a season three wilderness thing.

There was no denying that feelings had always been there. That she had suppressed them out of fear of what and who she would lose. Yet there had been so many moments she could have acted on them, could have said something or even hinted at it. Sitting upon the log, reflecting on what had happened a day or two ago with Melissa and everything that's happened since the plane crashed, it all seemed ridiculous. Her fear of losing Jackie had came true in the end, just in a different sort of way, a definite way that was worse than their friendship ending over a crush.

She's not sure if there was more, if it was more than a crush she had felt for her best friend, but she was certain it was one sided. Maybe she would never figure out what she really felt for the other girl, but she knew it didn't matter, not anymore. And as pencil continued to glide across paper, Shauna's eyes remained focused on every word she wrote yet that didn't mean she was completely distracted. The sound of footsteps, the ground below the blondes feet give her away.

It surprised me as much as it would have anyone else. I didn't even notice she existed until she was right there...the flowers were nice though. I think you would have liked the flowers...

"Stalk much..." she murmured but loud enough for Melissa to hear her. What surprised Shauna the most about the kiss and overall the other, was that everyone avoided her these days, with the sudden exception of the blonde. She could feel the tension ( her own coupled with the others ) and part of her thrived on the fear. That they were all afraid she was going to snap again, that they'd be the next Lottie beneath her fists. Yet the other part of her hated it. Hated how she had became, but she didn't know how to stop feeling this way.

[90svanbye]

to go back in time would mean that one left that time to begin with and van, well, van never got out of nineties at all, not really. it's been 4 non blonds and while you were sleeping and reruns of twin peaks for the past two decades and they prefer it that way. there was once a time where they craved the unpredictably of new things, the vast expanse of something more. back when the years had meaning —— like getting the hell out of wiskayok. except she hasn't been back there in who knows how long now. all that town is is a faded picture in a yearbook under a stack of vhs tapes somewhere. the only thing she really craves these days is another trinket to add to her collection. or maybe another sandy b classic but the decades even fall short with those. as it turns out, the whole something more they were constantly looking for seemed to matter a whole lot fucking less and there's still a part of her trying to come to terms with it. after all, who would've thought van palmer would find comfort in a life of predictability?

❝   yeah, i like to take blast from the past to a whole new level,   ❞ van quips all too quickly. it's easier than acknowledging the fact that there's pieces of them that didn't quite make it out of the woods in tact. too cold, too cornered, too hungry. ❝   what about you? decide you've seen back to the future enough that you wanted to test it out for yourself? ❞ they won't exactly be stopping any parents from falling in love here though. ❝   'cause look, i don't know what kind of spooks and haunts lottie's got goin' on here but if she says shes got a time machine .. i'm gonna make like a tree and get out of here.   ❞

¹ @sadauroras (mari) + ² still born you look like you've gone back in time.