#aurorah to soren

[waitingrose]

{ @wicked-virtue / Soren }

Character A: I can’t do it. It’s against my moral compass.

Character B: Your fucking moral compass is a roulette wheel.

(submitted by greengal22)

[waitingrose]

Just one night...

Soren Gilmar subconsciously reached up to wipe away Aurorah's tears, rubbing the crimson off his hand on his shorts before he reached up and started petting her head, trying to soothe her. He replied back to give Vel the directions needed to get to the house, and told her which room they were in. He could hear the wind and the crackle as she prepared to leave and refocused on Aurorah, letting the line cut unless she needed anything else. Leaning close to Aurorah he spoke quietly, "Vel is comin'... its gonna be alrigh'... I'm sure sh' can figure it out... Sh's one o' th' best alchemists in th' whole world. Her family is e'en famous fer it... I'm sure sh' can figure it out..." His breath shuddered as he drew it in, but the next words came out clearly, "I'm sorry... I should have known it was a trap. We'll make it alright. I'm so.. soooo sorry Aurorah. I never meant for you to hurt."

 Aurorah Peace smiled weakly up to him as she shuddered a little more. The current was starting to build up again but not as quickly. “It’s okay. I forgive you.” More breath than voice but loud enough to be heard. “You did what you could. She…she can take care of you …too.”

{ @wicked-virtue /Soren }

[wicked-virtue]

So this happened...

Soren finally proved Lloire right...

A long time ago in a far away land of my old tumblr (here) there was a bonus gif of What Lloire thinks of Soren....

Well....

It happened....

( With @yutikyis @waitingrose @foxracinggurl  @invalmos-kha @peacekeeper-xiv ) 

[waitingrose]

A - Aurorah

B - @wicked-virtue / Soren

Character A: Alright, but why are you helping me?

Character B: Because my life right now is a mess and I compulsively take care of other people when I don’t know how to take care of myself.

[wicked-virtue]

( @waitingrose​ / Aurorah )

[waitingrose]

I don’t wanna close my eyes          I’ve got nothing to lose                   Just myself into you

[wicked-virtue]

Escalation of Hostilities

The smell of burning leaves and wood caught Soren’s attention well before he had rounded the corner to his home. The scent quickened his pace to a sprint to see if something had gone wrong with Aurorah. He muttered to himself along the way, “Ask a Peace to live with ya, Soren... yea... that won’ get your damn house burnt down. Twelve knows Lloire would ‘ave burnt th’ last place down if ‘e ‘ad been there more than once in a blue moon.” When he finally got to his yard the sight that greeted him was much worse than if Aurorah had set the place ablaze. His jaw fell and he started at the monstrosity in his yard. “How could they!? Black ‘earted furry bastards!”

The small cactuar bush that he was so fond of sat inside the firepit, a horde of moogle bushes surrounding it in some macabre ritualistic sacrifice to their evil mole-bat gods. 

Not thinking of the reprecussions of his actions he lunged forward and tried to free the burning cactuar bush from the fiery pit of Moogle hell, but it was in vain. The flames were too hot, “I’ll bleedin’ skin th’ lot o’ ya!” His hands moved to create the signs that had been engraved into his memory; Heaven, Earth, then Man. A column of water doused the whole firepit putting out the flames, but the poor Cactuar bush had suffered too long. He would be forced to get a new one. “I bleedin’ liked tha’ bush! I’ve ‘ad it since I lived in me las’ house!”

Murderous intent wafted off of him as he glared around the yard, “I’m comin’ for th’ lot o’ ya little shytes. I know where ya bleedin’ live.” His steps carried him to the door, and he went on the hunt for Aurorah. She had some explaining to do, as she had promised to keep an eye on out the yard.  To be continued......

( Mentions: @peacekeeper-xiv /Lloire & @waitingrose /Aurorah )

[wicked-virtue]

This song fits so many characters

( @invalmos-kha @waitingrose @peacekeeper-xiv @devil-you-know )

[waitingrose]

{ @wicked-virtue / Soren as Character B}

Character A: Hey, [Character B], what’s up?

Character B: I’m sitting in a pool of blood.

Character A: Is it your blood?

Character B: Yeah, I think so.

Character A: Do you know where it’s coming from?!

Character B: Probably the stab wound.

Character A: You’ve been stabbed?!

Character B: Oh, yeah, definitely.

(submitted by honeystarsyt)

[waitingrose]

Crossing Paths

The room was given due consideration and Silone stepping into Soren’s office late in the evening. Steel heels echoed on muted walls that were drowned out by the steady rhythm of his alchemical cauldron at work. Ever the busy one, most of it lay in various collections about the floor. Bottles, parchment, anything he would need to work through his frustrations and muddled thoughts. Stubborn boy never lacked determination. Crimson lips parted with a soft breath left to hum against them upon its leave. She had come here in search of him only to find the air filled with his fleeting presence. Not uncommon with the passing days. “Soren! I’m coming in so don’t jump this time…” Aurorah’s words died off as she stood staring at a figure that was completely opposite of what usually occupied this space. Endless sable hues turned to take in the Miqo’s features now that she had entered instead of knocking. Amusement was a keystroke in Silone’s tones. “Someone once told me to knock when entering.”

“I uh, yeah. Sorry, Silone, uhm have you seen him?” Raven ears flicked with the slight tension she always seemed to feel when near the Spider. “Recently, I mean.” Fingertips trailed against the desk behind her as she stepped closer to the collection on the floor; her form a graceful stroke of paint upon a canvas. “No, thus my own curiosity.” “He uh, is probably out getting something. Like trouble. Or alcohol. Maybe all of the above.” Aura offered up a smile as she folded the flyer in half and then quarters. That motion didn’t escape the other woman’s gaze, but she wouldn’t let it linger. Instead, she tucked it into her back pocket and cleared her throat. “Anyway, I was just going to see if he wanted to go somewhere but you should probably talk to him first.” Silone’s motions slowed enough to allow her to pivot and set a wicked smirk into her pale visage. “Enjoy the Moonfire event, did we?” Aura’s tail flicked to the side a moment. “Was nice, you know? Fireworks, food, some crazy jumping wooden structure. So, yeah! Was a lot of fun?” “Good. Far more interesting than the previous year.” “Oh? Have you gone?” “We did.”

Aura felt her ears lower back at the corrective comment. An elongated fang dug against her lower lip as she cast her gaze to the side to avert it from the shadows she held in all that she was. “Right. Uh, sorry.” “No need. Who he spends his time with is no concern of mine. Something you will learn about him in time, should you linger. He will do what he feels makes others happy above his own desires. Keep that in mind.” “…Good to know.” “He will be back in a day or more, maybe less. If you have something for him, leave it pinned up near the shower. One of his habits to clean away everything. Won’t miss it.” “It can wait but thank you. And uhm, listen, if you want to go with him to-“ “Don’t be absurd. He is happy spending time with you. Let him. Something he has been lacking for a time.” Aurorah reached up to rub at the clasp in her ear as she nodded. Though something curled below the surface in her chest. She withheld it, much to the strain on her features, but pressed a hand over her lips to muffle the cough. It was harder than before and accompanied by a wet sound at the tail end. When she looked up, Silone was just a step or two away from her but watching her hand instead of her features. When she pulled it away, a very small, light shade of crimson struck out against her palm.  A soft gasp ripped through and she shut her fist tight. “Cough remedies are in the shelf there. Keep one handy.” The Spider offered it out to her before moving past with hardly a whisper or passing breeze. “Thank you, Silone.” “Mmm.” And the door clicked shut behind her. { @wicked-virtue / Soren (Mentions) }

[wicked-virtue]

Gone too far now...

Soren had gone out to scout a lead for Aurorah, and had been gone several days. Knowing she would be in and out herself it was the best time for it. Walking by he nearly passed his house entirely. After stopping and double checking the placard to make sure he was in the right ward he stopped to stare at the house. The entire outside had been remodeled. Moogles adorned every facet of the abode. Bright pink poms and fluffy white arches, with vile moogles staring down at him. He stepped back in shock, eyes wide and jaw falling to the floor. “Twelve ‘ave bleedin’ mercy!” 

Cautiously approaching the house he examined the new decor with a scowl on his features and a low growl rumbling through is chest. They had even moved the items in the yard around to fit a moogle faced awning. 

He tested it as best he could to try to see if perhaps it was one of the glamours the moogles were famous for, but to his aether dulled senses they seemed as real as he was. “Maybe Aurorah can tell me if th’ bleedin’ thing is real or not.” 

Climbing up to the roof he started to examine the foliage that seemed to grow straight from the building itself. “Ain’ no way this is real righ’? I mean... Th’ house seems bigger on th’ outside.. like they done added a bleedin’ floor t’ th’ thing. Tha’ ain’ righ’...” Burying his face in his hands he tried to rub at his eyes to make the horror go away. When he looked again the damn moogle was still sitting there like a demented gargoyle lording over his yard. 

“Nah... I ain’ ‘avin’ a damned moogle ‘ouse. I’ll burn th’ damn thin’ down a’fore I keep it. I can always rebuild it.” 

Soren dropped down to one of the lower awnings and wove signs that were second nature to him and a stream of flames was blown at the moogle face taunting him from the front of the house.

The flames caught to something, certain, but the moogle didn’t seem to catch at all. None of the white furry visage blackened or darkened to the heat of the flames, “Son’ o’ a fishback lovin’ whore!” It had to be a glamour.. but hell if he knew how to undo the damn thing. His hands moved quickly to form the signs to create a spout of water to put out the flames just as the sun started to rise over the ocean in front of the house. 

Surely his neighbors were now convinced he was insane, but he didn’t care. He needed someone to remove the glamour and he was going to hunt down the furry little bastards and rip off all their poms. Making sure the fire was out he reached for a golden linkpearl, “Oi! I’ve got a problem... an’ I need yer damn ‘elp with it. How much d’ ya know ‘bout glamours... o’ th’ big variety.”