#thread;aurora
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r-lestrcnge · 3 months ago
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Open Starter: please, starting with 1x character per RPer! (feel free to DM if you'd like more!) Where: the Malfoy/Black wedding When: flexible
As a child, Rabastan had loathed weddings. They were far too noisy, too crowded, and pointless. Times had changed - at least to a certain extent. He didn't mind them so much, these days. He recognised the importance of the ceremonies; the joining of two families, committed to each other for the benefit of their futures. But most of all, they were generally decent affairs, with worthy company and excellent surroundings. The best families did so enjoy trying to outshine one another. He'd expected nothing less from the Malfoys and the Blacks, and they had not disappointed. It was simply a pity that they had chosen to marry in the middle of a war. Some might think it unwise or indecorous; Rabastan merely thought it inconvenient. He could have been elsewhere, doing something more valuable for the cause. But he was happy for the couple - his friends - and he committed himself to making sure their day proceeded smoothly.
Presently, he'd taken residence beside the alcohol, where he'd helped himself to a glass of champagne. Since no one required him, he was content to linger quietly alone, though he scanned the surroundings and observed the other guests as they milled around.
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r-lestrcnge · 5 months ago
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Rabastan would never truly understand the effect of this gift on its vessel. Yet he could identify with the feeling of permitting magic to course through him, powering his spells with his very essence. It was the type of pollution that many scorned for darker spells, believing the practice to taint one's soul. Rabastan knew that idea to be nonsense. The only way to reach greatness was to yield to the power that was channelled. It was the purest connection one could have to their craft. So he waited patiently as she composed herself, noting the resulting shortness of breath and wondering whether it was due to the magic or due to fear.
"I'd heard rumours," he admitted, still very much satisfied by the events of this evening. He had not been expecting anything spectacular, yet she had delivered and he was already considering how this skill might prove useful to the cause. The Dark Lord was open-minded. He believed in prophecy. "Don't look so frightened. I would not be angered by a true prediction. You cannot help the words that pass."
Having nothing more to gather from this impromptu encounter, he turned to leave, but not before adjusting the height of the railing with a simple charm. It was as good a payment as any.
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This was the part of who she was that scared Aurora. There was no telling when her powers would come to light, and most instances, what was spoken was a mere whisper to her. Her breathing hitched and she glanced down at her feet, trying to regain her composure before she returned her gaze back up at the wizard in front of her.
"You know of my talent?" It confused her, did he come seeking her out for something like this to happen. The witch didn't know what to take of his compliment to her, not everything she said had a good outcome. The last thing she wanted was to be cursed for saying the wrong thing. "Bits of it, moon, mist, a song." Those were the three words that whispered the loudest to her.
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inkshadow · 2 months ago
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random closed starter for @sunliights
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❝ so. are we still just flirting with hot girl customers for tips or are we flirting for other reasons? because it's admittedly making my drink taste bad. not super great considering you're the bartender who made it for me. ❞
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bororaurealis · 2 months ago
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Just read a comment thread suggesting a headcanon/AU where Telemachus is adopted and am currently spiraling over the implication of it all
Imagine what Ody's thought process in killing the infant might've been?? "I saved another child and took him in as my own, why can't I do the same for this one?" It wouldn't be fair.
And then think about what Telemachus was going through after his newly adoptive father went MIA for twenty years and he never truly got to meet or thank the man who saved him and took him in as his own?
Imagine being abandoned by your birth parents as infant, and then adopted into a new loving family. Only to then be abandoned by your new ones (physically by one, emotionally by another).
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kovnynir · 1 year ago
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it had taken far longer than rycard would've liked, but he finally tracked her down. thank the fucking stars, he was sick of this stupid chase. why did she run?? he thought they'd figured it out. why did he care?? that was far more confusing to him than the first question swirling about in his brain, but he refused to explore the latter question any further. it didn't matter. he didn't care. he just wanted to finish the fucking score, the guilt and rage weighed heavy on his shoulders. just finish the sore. finish this. he pounded on the door, practically shaking with fury. it was just him, he didn't want the trouble of the entire pack of purgers with him. nope, just him and aurora. they'd figure this out once and for all. just him and aurora. so imagine his surprise when the curly-headed blond that stole his heart from the moment they'd met was the one to open the door. djura's expression brightened -- he just couldn't help it. he couldn't help it when rycard was near. seemed counter-intuitive, given how cruel and scary rycard could be, but lucky was just so fucking happy to see him. rycard, however, short-circuited, grabbed the blond, slammed the door shut behind them and pinned him to the door. ❝ you bastard -- djura beily friis, you bastard. ❞ he spat lowly.
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djura grinned brighter. ❝ hi to you too, dear snake. ❞
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nerevar-quote-and-star · 5 days ago
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Sissel: Why does Mama wear makeup?
Marcurio: To look pretty.
Sissel: But, she’s already pretty.
Marcurio: Aww.
Sissel: Papa, you should wear makeup.
Marcurio: ...
Aurora Orianus: Savage.
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youllalwaysbemyporcelain · 7 months ago
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@rainbowmuses
Aurora sighed in relief as she ran up to Magnus, pulling him into a hug. "Magnus! Finally! I've been desperately looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"
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gccdgraces · 2 months ago
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⸻ "i can't even take the very thought of you getting hurt."
@bardcwn
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scryptids · 3 months ago
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location: the obelisk
closed starter for: @sparepcrts (chandler)
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most of the time, work felt miserable. aurora worked long shifts behind the bar, always keeping her eye on the door while balancing customers and coworkers alike, always dreading the day when that one familiar face dared to walk in. so far she'd been in the clear, but the eldest mills girl was always a little on edge because of it, and she found herself looking for distractions. finding chandler in a wave of misfortune had been what ro described as a light at the end of the tunnel. sure, they were coworkers, but at this point ro viewed chandler as family.
"psst, hey," she hissed, ducked down behind the bar as she reached to swat at her friend. "a couple just walked in that i think is on a first date. you wanna take bets on how long before he's trying to stick his hand up her shirt, or is that too childish?"
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unsunderedphoenix · 3 months ago
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Continued from here
@aetherstorms
Aurora hummed as she looked up at him. The collar that suppressed her powers slowed her healing factor, but did not eliminate it. In the and she would be free of scars. There was also the fact that she would never forgive herself if he died when she could prevent it in some way. If any of them died by this bastards hands really. She also knew her defiance, as small as it was, gave many of the other slaves in the house hope. Hope that something would happen to free them of the Master torture.
“ The beatings do both bother me. Better me then one of you, you are all much easier to kill.” Aurora hummed and gave him her signature soft smile. Even her voice was soft and carried an almost etherial quality to it. But then, her entire presence could be described at that.
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loveofcharacters · 10 months ago
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Kieran couldn't stop thinking about Aurora and the news he'd learned about William, about the event that destroyed their relationship. Their future. After she left, he'd let his emotions get the better of him. He yelled, he punched, he cried, he mourned the life he could have had all over again. After days of non-stop thinking, he'd decided, he wanted to end William. End him, once and for all. Impulsively, he was planning on storming to their headquarters and ending the man. When reaching inside his safe to grab his gun, when his fingers brushed up against a velvet box he'd forgotten about. The reminder was enough to know his plan was reckless. So when he left his apartment, he waited outside Aurora's apartment door instead. As he waited he pulled out the box and opened the lid to reveal the engagement ring he'd purchased. He sighed as he closed the lid and slipped the box into his pocket. Hearing the elevator ding, he looked up and rose to his feet at the sight of the blonde. "Ro, you can't avoid me for forever."
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@rcsegld
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heirbane · 3 months ago
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"Do you regret your own survival?" / @fatesown
If he had cut her with his words, she was simply returning it in kind. For as critical of her state as he had been, it immediately became a boon: he had no fear of her peering at him, at watching him turn his head and exhale.
Unseeing, yes, but perceptive... or mayhaps his weak points were a blaze in the dark. Both could be true, he thought, golden gaze drifting back in her direction.
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She had said more than he had expected - and with candor, nonetheless. The least he could do was return the favor, especially after questioning her in such a manner.
Gaius pulled back his shoulders. The sea breeze was nostalgic, a bittersweet mix of his past and present: cold enough to beckon forth snow, but carrying the same salty air as Terncliff. Mayhaps he could get used to the in-between, he thought. Sharlayan would be yet another temporary home: another restart.
In another life, speaking was a skill he had honed as sharp as his gunblade: to stand on such a pedestal in Garlemald required one to be a decent orator, or a decent pretender. But that had been a lifetime ago, and he no longer had the helm to hide behind, nor the misplaced confidence that ignorance had gifted him.
It was a skill he would have to resharpen. He had not been brought on as an adjunct for his military accolades alone, he knew, and the students - inquisitive, curious-minded youth - would be begging him for answers worse yet.
He reached up, carding his fingers through his hair. The mug of coffee felt barely warm against his other palm even as it steamed.
"Aye," he stated. "I still am mostly whole of body - not that all of it still functions. I am certain, even unbroken as you are, you hear my limp when I approach - and the cane besides. I have very little functionality left in my off-hand." And then, almost a laugh, a bite of air: "A blessing, you may say. It is still attached."
But it did less and less. Grasping objects, feeling textures - it was numb and faraway, much akin to her lack of sight, he assumed. On a good day, it was painless.
The older he became, the fewer good days his body witnessed.
"But to your true question - ... there is no clear answer. Had I perished, my daughter would not be enrolling in these fine facilities, I believe. However - ... survival does not promise living, nor without suffering besides."
His good hand reached down, pulling the coffee mug to his lips. For as much of a reputation the area had for it's chosen cuisine, he had yet to have had a poor drink... or, perhaps, it was simply better than the instant, freeze-dried grounds he had been having for years.
"I regret my fall, aye. I regret falling into the Ascian's grip. Yet - ... you speak true. To have perished in the flames of my own making - ... would have been more regretful."
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rcsegld · 4 months ago
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aurora was on birth control (though apparently she may as well not have bothered) so there had been no missed period to warn her. when she had started snapping at her brothers' for things like breathing too loudly she had put it down to them being annoying as opposed to her hormones being out of whack. it wasn't until the physical symptoms had presented themselves - random cramps, tender breasts, the fact that even the mere thought of food was repulsive to her - that she had taken a test. a trip to the doctors confirmed that she was seven weeks, and now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "i'm not sick of seeing you." she answered wearily as she gently removed his hand from her stomach and moved back. she had never wanted children, had never had any kind of maternal instinct. perhaps it would come as she got older but for now, she wasn't ready to settle down. and even if none of that were true, even if she did want children, there was a bigger issue to consider. aurora crossed her arms, more out of a need to hold herself together than anything else, and met mariano's gaze. "neither of us live lives that are remotely child-friendly. children need safety, stability, and we can't provide that."
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inkshadow · 7 months ago
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cont. for @lilacwiine
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did it really warrant her saying the words aloud? aurora can just as easily lie like she's done a thousand times before but there's something stuck at the base of her throat that keeps her from doing it. ❝ it's not. i know. do you need a timeframe? ❞
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demonwebs · 4 months ago
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↳ @faeswoon
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❝ ... i'm just saying , it's not the worst deal , ❞ vhaalkrin's voice is velvety smooth and persuasive as he gestures , flicking the nail he'd been admiring . it would certainly amuse him to see what unfolds next . ❝ aren't you even a little tempted ? ❞
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aurora-varona · 4 months ago
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Location: Random road idk Tag: @aiden-macnally
"Sure, leave it with me. I'll drive it there. No problem. It's on my way." A quiet mimic of what she'd said to one of the Drifters. Getting out of the car that had conked out in the middle of the road, she slammed the door and walked around it. As she lifted the hood to take a look, she already knew it was the battery. The car was an old banger bought for a few notes because the rest of it was useful for a project. But damn, being stuck out here in the dark was not ideal. "Mother fucking piece of shit!" Letting her annoyance sound off in the night air, she had assumed she was alone. That was until she heard the sound of footsteps. Aurora huffs as she sits against the car, lighting a cigarette with only a glance towards the guy. "What? Never seen a girl yell before?" Clearly not in the best of moods, which wasn't at all his fault, she's sure she'd be more sympathetic if he made himself useful. "Are you going to help me or try and mug me? 'Cause if it's the latter, you should know that all I've got to give is ten dollars and three cigarettes, and I'll put one out in your eyeball before I hand either of them over." There's only a faint smirk to show that she wasn't being totally serious, but hey, dark of night? How was she to know what his intentions were, she'd do it if she had to.
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