#thread: aurora

[badmusesarch]

@goreverine​ | Aurora & Akihiro

✨ -- Jeanne-Marie kept on thinking about Akihiro’s comments that she dressed like a Sunday school teacher. How to tell him that she used to live in a convent, on the path to become a nun, before she gave it up to join her twin brother out in the world? How to tell him that she used to be a teacher in a religious orphanage? His comment had hit so close to home, yet a little off. She was in her room, door ajar, standing in front of her dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror. This would be so much easier if she could just be a little more like her alter - but this was not Aurora’s moment, it was Jeanne-Marie’s. 

She started toying with her hair, putting it up in a bun, letting it down, shifting her part from one side to the other. “Nothing fits anymore,” she mumbled, setting the brush down. If she was being observed, she wouldn’t notice unless the person spoke up. She had spent the last thirty minutes too self-absorbed to be aware of her surroundings. 

[crvmsdecorum]

OPEN TO: O’Sheas & Associates @crimsonstarters​

LOCATION: Skyfall Bar

CHAOS. That’s one of the many words to describe what Aurora had felt since returning to Chicago -- to her family and their business. She had been all hands on when coming home, but slowly spaced herself away from the O’Sheas when Liam had faked his death and the cherry on top? Amelia returning. The woman was thrilled to have them both back in her life, but a part of her just want to be in her own little bubble and that’s what the Skyfall bar has become to her. Part of her wanted to embrace all that is of her family though she feel herself slipping into the dark. 

Many emotions she has shoved down began to resurface piece of by piece and Aurora HATED it. That night she ended the life of her husband and everything she felt she buried under the ashes of their home. Should I come out to what happened? What will they--, the woman’s deep thoughts were cut off by hearing someone entire the bar. 

“The bar’s closed.” the General poured herself another drink. She had excused the staff for the rest of the night. Aurora refused for anyone to see her like this. Keeping her back facing to whoever entered the woman downed her drink as if it were a shot. 

[victoriadevereaux]

@blacknessaura​

It felt almost freeing, nearly pouring her heart out in her words to Aemilia. Any time Victoria held on to her emotions she could feel them vibrating in her chest. She’d told Claudia just that morning that if she so much as hugged her she might collapse. And she couldn’t collapse. But hearing Aemilia said she’d take the wards down almost did it. Her tension and her anger, the frustration with her mother, the wolves, Claudia -- it had only been forty eight hours and it felt like a lifetime. 

Her feet move fast, faster than they’ve ever gone through the halls of Carden in their first month there. Determined, desperate, like she might boil over at any second and couldn’t do it until she’d finally found -- 

“Aurora --” Victoria called her name before the door had even opened. But it did open, fast and hard as she all but threw herself into the other girl’s room, cleared the distance from the door to the bed, and grabbed on to Aurora as tightly as she could. “It’s okay,” she whispers, maybe to herself “you’re okay.”

[mpxhyuna]

aurora

@mpxfelix​

Hyuna had been MIA for about two weeks now but, unlike the previous time, she’d let everyone know that she was fine and still on the island but no, not taking any visitors, thank you. It had taken a lot of convincing for Felix not to come over, and even more convincing for him not to worry too much about her.

But she’d wanted to keep this a surprise.

A few hours back, Hyuna sent a text to Felix saying he could come over after his shift at For the Fairest. And now the doorbell rang and the puppy in Hyuna’s lap jumped up and ran towards the door, barking.

Smiling to herself, Hyuna followed him and gently held him back with her foot, not wanting him to run outside, and opened the door. “Come in quickly, kangaroo~”

[lcgacyofages-a]

Wistful | CLOSED

@chantcftrials

It had been on her mind all day.

The morning had been normal, perhaps slow. One of the members of the Inquisition had brought her child for a small cold. He couldn’t have been over a year of age and Aurora had been quick to attend to him. She and his mother spoke while she healed the boy and Aurora made a potion for him, giving the mother instructions. it had been routine, yet an ache had settled in after.

Aurora recalled how the child had moved in her arms, the excited laugh when she had playfully tickled him, his refusal to take his medicine at first, and the warmth on the boy and his mother’s face face when everything was done. She had wistfully watched them leave, pleased to have helped them but a longing coming to her mind. The feeling of a child in her arms, the weight of it had reminded her of a wish she’d buried away.

She had delivered plenty of children. In fact, that had saved her life in Haven. If she had not assisted that mother-to-be, she would have been at the Conclave. But this ache hadn’t set in this strongly before. 

Something was different now.

Her mind continued to dwell on it, even as she was getting ready to turn in for the night. She gave a wistful sigh as she set her brush down, moving to the bed and crawling into it, settling herself in Cullen’s arms. She snuggled closer to him, a small smile coming to her face and then realization sinking it.

What was different was she was with him.

[badmusesarch]

open

✨ -- “I have to say, it is weird sharing a roof with my brother and his husband.” 

[badmusesarch]

@thefastestaround​ | @cadreformed​

✨ -- “if JP doesn’t kill him, I might do it myself.” 

[crvmsdecorum]

OPEN TO: O’Sheas + Affiliates | @crimsonstarters​

LOCATION: North Coast Hotel Gym

Things of late has been HECTIC since the departure of both Amelia and Gerald O’Shea -- two people she loved without question and would at once, kill for them. Now? They were both dead to her. The two of them were strangers she had fond memories with.  The gym appeared empty to the woman and no one was in sight so Aurora figured she would let loose.

Music blared through the Bluetooth and drowned out the sounds of the woman wailing her fists into the punching bag. Sweat beaded down her chest and the adrenaline pumping throughout her body. In its own way the anger she felt inside began to become tamed by this action and it was all the more reason to keep at it -- especially picturing her sister and cousin as the faces she was punching. Then again, Aurora would do SO much more than that.