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pestilcntsâ:
He was human, beneath it all â this reminder was her healing power.Â
Mason had seen her heal physical wounds, and had even felt his own skin mend beneath her hand. He had heard the snap of bones falling back into place, felt the rush of blood cleaned and pumped into dead organs; and yet this was the sort of healing he wondered at. For so long, he had prided himself on his coldness, his unapproachability. Weapons were not meant to bend; they were meant to be cold, to cut without question. But here, he was malleable. Here, he was human.Â
A human who laughed. One escaped him now, and he rolled it over and over in his mouth, savoring the unfamiliar taste. He stood upon a great precipice at all times, ever peering down into the dark; but here, for a moment, he turned his face upward, and allowed himself to behold the sun. All at once, he was a young boy in an overlarge uniform, a boy before manhood, before power, before decay. All at once, he was headstrong and boisterous, the heir to a legacy, and not a doom. He had shrugged on this new darkness like finery, but Mason could not ignore how nice it felt â at her hand â to look upward.Â
âLaziness?â he feigned indignation before his voice muffled, face covered by his shirt. Snatching it away, he could not temper the rumbling laugh that continued in his chest. âWere you present for the last hour? I wouldnât call that âlazyâ at all.â A sheen of sweat still sat upon his brow; he wiped it away with his shirt and tossed it aside, far too kept in his own ego to be modest. Instead, he turned his attention to the last article of clothing that she yet missed, which tangled in the sheets beneath his thigh. Mason took it up, the swath of black fabric small enough to fit in his fist, and dangled it just beyond her reach.Â
âIs this what youâre looking for?â he mused, âYouâre so eager to leave, Aurora. Are you so quick to be rid of me?â He leaned back on the bed, resting upon his forearms, her shirt still dangling between his fingers. The moment she put it on, the moment she left, he knew that pretense would return, and the laughter, the ease, would lock away once more, hidden until their next meeting. Medicinal. He was addicted.Â
âSay please.â
Was she present for the last hour? He asked. Had their little excursion not been such a common occurrence at this point, Aurora might have had the sense to blush. Instead she found herself scoffing in her amusement and being adamant in the desire to normalize this unconventional friendship. Thinking that way made it simple to remember each touch as a selfish act of desire void of affections.Â
Maybe it was her preparation and experience that made it easy enough to seperate heart from body. Maybe it was how bad she knew it would get otherwise. Or maybe it was that others had already gained possession of the beating in her chest. No matter the reason or combination of reasons, it was a relief that despite the growing care and regard she held for Mason she felt she could still allow for this to continue without worrying about getting tangled up in more than sheets right now. After all, he was very good at what he did and she had no desire to abstain from the distraction he brought. But Aurora also had the sense not to nurture that already massive ego of his by saying so outloud.
âPlease, my ass,â she muttered, reaching over. Aurora let out an unintentional breath of a laugh when she ended up almost falling on top of him to finally retrieve the shirt from his grasp. âYou know what?â She moved over him to sit at the closest edge of the bed. Inspecting the shirt in her hands now, she was second guessing putting on the sweaty fabric. âYou can stay as long as you want... Feed the bird, clean, cook, maybe do some of the laundry... Maybe then I can actually get some more downtime after work and studying.â She was joking. However, the mental image of Mason in a cooking apron making spaghetti and meatballs for her and her study group almost made her wish she wasnât.Â
âI got a resident study group coming here in... less than an hour. Weâd definitely love a personal cook or anatomical dummy.â Aurora smirked over at him, taking his pants from the edge of the bed and then pressing them on his chest. âChop, chop, Mason...âÂ
auroraparrinoâ:
God, how Aurora would have appreciated the opportunity to just talk with her brother. To settle their differences once and for all and ask why the hell heâd hated her for so many years. Why they had drifted the way they did and if there was the possibility they could somehow stop the family drama for once. But no, not. Not now that she was a ball of firey, uncontrollable rage with the realization that Vittorio had chosen the life he had. Maybe part of it was the guilt she hadnât been there to stop him.
Vittorio screamed at her but she stood her ground, resisting the powerful urge to slap him. Somehow, deep inside, Aurora recognized the sharp anger that was now surfacing on top of everything else had a lot to do with something that wasnât Vittorioâs fault. âHer chest heaved with the way her heart pounded and now her head. Her eyes began to string as she heard the sound of someone running towards them behind her. âAurora! There you are! Oh my God, thank God. Shit, weâve been looking everywhere. We thought something happened,â the EMT cried out. âYou need to come now. Thereâs a⌠royal chopper. Theyâve been looking everywhere for you - something about an emergency at the palace,â the man said quickly, now warily casting glances at Vittorio.Â
Aurora nodded wordlessly, breath shaky as she composed herself. âIâm fine. Iâm coming. Tell them Iâm coming,â she said, nodding so that other would leave. He looked at Vittorio once more before rushing back. Aurora turned to give her brother once last look, expression filled with leftover anger but mostly regret and desperation to fix something that she couldnât. âIf itâs true and youâre a Saint,â she said quietly, remembering again that strange complete lose of sight sheâd had in the bunker. âThen youâre right. Youâre not our father⌠Youâre worse. And the shittiness of our past is nothing compared to what youâll do now.âÂ
She shook her head and inhaled a shaky breath before turning and running.Â
Vittorio visibly denied himself to feel anything at this point, his jaw was tightly pressed together, eyes narrowed, arms crossed together as if he transformed himself into a living wall which would repel all signs of affection for his sister. No, underneath all the pretenses and lies, he did love her, more than anyone else, more than himself. A prideful Saint and Don, heâd sometimes wished to have her by his side, her wisdom and powers as a way to strengthen the family and his own empire. Alas, he had a hard time acknowledging or even confessing his feelings. To show any sign of weakness, in his mind at least, meant death. Hate had always seemed easier, envy a monster heâd raised in his heart which fed on the love inside of him. In his mind he went through all the possibilities of Aurora getting hurt, how they might torture her, would force her to heal herself â meeting her now, in the midst of an ongoing feud, only made him more alert to possible threats â she posed as just another threat to him while she stood her ground, rage visible in her eyes â and the boy who cared for his sister momentarily had to make sure sheâd run away from him, from the threat.Â
With one of her supposed friends running up to her, Vittorio immediately removed his gaze from Aurora and looked towards the stranger, mustering them. âEmergency at the palace,â Vittorio repeated while his mind played through the murder like it was a movie scene. âBe your own weapon, Rora. Forget daddy dearest. Mark my words â you will not be happy unless you fully accept Sainthood and stop fucking comparing me to him.â He shouted at her, rage filling him again, nourishing his actions. âYouâre too late, anyway,â he murmured to himself, all while watching her run away from the threat, towards death, towards a new beginning.
- END -Â
anchorminaâ:
After Aurora had pulled back from the quick hug, she let her eyes meet the other womanâs. âI had good people around me when I needed them, Aurora. Iâm who I am partly because of you,â Mina said honestly, eyes crinkling as she smiled.
But she understood the warning that Aurora had given her, the hidden meaning behind those words. And she would keep them close, as she did with all the advice the older woman had given her. She may not agree with it, especially when it came to who Royce was to her, but she would hold onto it. Biting down on the inside of her cheek, she just nodded. âI know, Aurora. I need to work on not relying on my gift quite so often. Itâs not perfect.â
Smile brightening, she couldnât stop the happiness that had bubbled up. âI always wanted a sister, Ror. So, if you think for one second that Iâm ever going to stop annoying you as a little sister should, than you have another thing coming. Youâre as stuck with me as I am with you.â
She smiled at Minaâs words. Aurora was grateful for such a sweet and understanding friend. It was a testament to their relationship how easily they could each trust each other and listen. She took Minaâs words to heart just as she knew and could see that Mina, reluctant as she was too think badly of Royce, would keep Auroraâs advice into consideration. Or she would at least listen and therefore remember when it was good to.
A soft, happy laugh escaped her when Mina teased her about their pseudo sisterhood and both smiles between them brightened considerably. âGood,â she said, âIâd want nothing more.â Aurora breathed in, smiling widely, hoping to commit the moment to memory. She would need the kind of love and support she had in times like this to get through the battle she was about to begin between herself and the drug that had taken a hold in her life.
Aurora then gestured with her chin towards the warm cafe sheâd ignored in favor of the chillier outdoor seats that would wake her up. âCome on. Iâll buy us some coffee before you go. Itâs the least I can do.â Already, Aurora felt the urge to take out the bag of Sinners knowing it wasnât on her person anymore. As anxiety provoking as that was, it was also a relief. She certainly wouldnât forget how Mina helped her.Â
Date: August 19th 2019 Location: Streets of Athos Availability: @auroraparrino
The reports of what was going on in Athos had reached every officer, and Elliot wasnât any different. It had started slowly, reports of a few citizens going crazy, as if a madness had overtaken them. But as time went on, the threat was spreading, reaching further, causing more and more people to act in ways he never thought possible. To the relief of many, it didnât seem to affect Saints, which was a small blessing.
Doing what he could, he moved through Athos, trying to help those he could, before his eyes landed on a woman that struck a cord within him. Aurora Parrino. Their history reached back years. And it was a rather unpleasant one. It all happened so fast, he was standing across the street one moment, and the next rage had blinded him. He wasnât in control of his actions as he crossed the street and attacked.
This woman, this Saint, had brought him so much grief in the time after his parents were murdered, that it all came flooding back as his hands reached for her throat. He wanted nothing more than to see the life drain from her as it had from his parents. âYou are nothing but a monster,â he snarled.
Aurora had been running errands all day having one of her rare days off from the hospital. But when darkness struck Athos, sheâd started to severely regret parking her car so damn far. Now there was nothing to do now but try not to allow confusion to become panic and continue making beelines for every opening she had. Aurora could barely get through the masses of people picking fights and causing general mayhem but she eventually found temporary refuge at the opening of an alleyway.
Catching her breath, Aurora looked around. She was at a complete loss for what to do as she watched chaos unfold all around her. Her eyes eventually landed on a teenage girl crying across the street. Before she could decide whether or not to help, she noticed movement approaching at the corner of her eyes.
Someone was rushing towards her and Aurora hadnât expected that someone to be Elliot Thorpe, of all people. Her eyes widened. She was frozen in shock when he quickly made it near enough to grab at her throat. âElli-?â She choked out, struggling in his grasp. âStop. Stop, I donât- donât want to hurt you.â Elliot wouldnât budge and waiting for him was not doing good things for Auroraâs airway. âPlease.â She finally punched at his forehead, hoping heâd let go so she wouldnât have to revert to the real violence she knew she had in her. You are nothing but a monster.Â

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Rarely did Darius ever speak of him being a Saint, but with the growing distaste for Saints in Athos, it didnât come as much of a surprise that those who did know he was a Saint, had spread word of a potential new target.Â
Once upon a time, perhaps Athos had been a golden city; one that hid the inevitable underground as best it could. However, it had festered, rising from below to taint those who walked the streets, echoing its call for bloodshed and war in the ears of anyone who would listen. Hundreds and hundreds were nipping at Dariusâ heels as gunshots rang in the air.Â
Power coursed through his veins, strengthened by the Sinners running rampant in his system, as he watched the limbs of his attackers contort painfully, shooting each other against their will. There was a break, an opening among the madness of corpses hitting the ground, where Darius attempted to escape.Â
Suddenly, the sound of a gun cocking behind him caused him to stop dead in his tracks, eyes shutting in the realization that one Saint, as powerful as he may be, was outnumbered with the hundreds of attackers behind him.
Before Darius could take his next breath, his hand clenched, causing the personâs limbs to jerk, invisible strings yanking in an attempt to give him safety. The bullet rang from the gun, lodging itself in Dariusâ body just as he snapped the neck of the person behind him.
âFuck.â Darius hissed, a hand coming to touch the bloody wound, mind and body still in shock as his knees buckled. In the few seconds before the pain set in, Darius quickly snatched his phone and dialed Auroraâs number from memory.Â
Within the first ring, heat and horrid pain flashed through Dariusâ system, causing his phone to fall to the pavement as a groan left his lips. Despite having been shot before, it seemed that the mind-numbing pain was something he never 100% got used to experiencing.Â
Dariusâ back arched into a bow, a hand clutching the broken skin as wet, sticky blood poured from his skin to the ground below him. His free hand was balled into a tight fist against the street, harsh hisses escaping gritted teeth from the torment of the bullet wound.Â
âDare?â Aurora breathed out in relief, immediately bringing the phone up to her ear. âDare, are you alright? Thereâs- thereâs mobs everywhere. Theyâre attacking Saints-â She cut herself off to listen, hearing nothing but the absence of his voice with distant screaming in the background. âDarius? Darius? Dare where are you?â She paused, praying for an answer. âDare?â Nothing. Something was wrong.
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Aurora had left the safety of her location to venture back into the streets, clutching nothing but her phone. She searched desperately for someone she knew or someone who might know of her friend until she finally caught sight of Mason. Relieved to see a familiar face, sheâd went up to him to make sure he was alright. Then, at the mention of Darius, there was a look in his eye that had Auroraâs blood going cold in her veins. Thinking nothing of what sheâd promised in return for the information, Aurora simply rushed to where heâd finally instructed her to go. The bodies strewn all around the area as soon as sheâd made it did nothing to soothe her desperate concern. She scanned each one of them until she finally saw him. âDARIUS,â she called. Aurora rushed over, nearly tripping over a dead body as she made her way over to him.Â
âDare?â Aurora shook Darius after collapsing on her knees beside him. Her own voice was quaking with the sight of pooling blood. âDarius, please say something.â Youâre a doctor. Youâre not helpless anymore. The voice of logic finally pushed away her panic to focus her attention. He had lost far, far too much blood. Where was the wound? Aurora could move him to search his body but she wanted - needed - to see a sign of life in him far more than just the pulse she could faintly feel on his wrist. Aurora slapped him hard on the cheek. âDARE, donât you fucking dare die on me right now.â She almost teared up with relief when she saw stirring but managed to contain herself. âWhat happened?â She asked firmly, though her hand now rested gently on his cheek. "Look at me, Iâm here. Youâre safe. Talk to me.â His chest was uninjured so she started trying to turn him to his side to look at his back.
Location: Athos Hospital Date: August 18th 2019 Availability:Â @auroraparrino
The beeping sounded so faint in her ears though she could feel the steady vibration of her glucose monitor warning her of critically low levels and an insufficient supply of a life-saving drug she should have taken more care to ensure she had. When the alarm had initially sounded Pandora realized that in her rush to become settled in Athos that she had allowed her health to rather dangerously fall by the wayside. Under the cover of night she had slipped away from Omerta with non-counterfeit funds stolen from her father, a crime that would hopefully be her last, stashed away to safeguard her financial security. She had struggled in finding a job and a place to stay, becoming consumed with the desire to be away from a place that had only ever been a nuisance to her and forgetting about herself in the process. Weakness overcame her. Her vision blurred and blackened as her body met painfully with the cool marble floors of the Athosian Royal Library.
When finally she awoke it was to a different beeping. Her eyes wandered the room, taking in the pristine whiteness of it all as she pulled the provided blanket more tightly against herself to fight off the chill in the air. On the wall opposite her was a board detailing her admission. As she read through it a knock sounded at the door just before swinging open. The last thing she had expected to see was a familiar face. Especially not the face of one of the Banshees. âAurora?â she questioned, shuffling to sit upright and make sure that she wasnât merely dreaming the other womanâs presence.
â... Female, late 20â˛s. Diabetic, according what what we found on her. She isnât registered on the system yet... A couple kids called in the librarian passed out.â Auroraâs brows furrowed. The disease triggered memories of a friend. âHypoglycemia?â She asked. âWhat was the count?â The nurse nodded. â22. Sheâs stable now though and probably awake. We also havenât run any tests yet... Doctor Byrd wanted you to take care of this one. His wife just got the front desk to page him.â The nurse winced.
âOoo... Yikes...â Aurora pursed her lips and took the clipboard from the nurse, too distracted to read it yet. âWell, then letâs run an ALT from a blood sample in the meantime. Iâll talk to her... see if we need a CA19 or anything else.â The nurse smiled, nodded again and started walking off while Aurora turned to knock on the door. As she waited a few seconds for a response, her eyes trailed down at the paper on the clipboard to read what little info they had on the patient. The name read: Pandora di Angelo. Suddenly, Aurora felt her breath hitch in her throat. She instinctively swung the door open and forwent all manners.
âDora,â Aurora murmured the old nickname she had for her friend when she saw, with her own eyes, that this was real. Her Banshee sister was here. She stared over at Pandora in disbelief. âOh my God...â
Despite herself, Auroraâs lips begun to curl up into the ghost of a relieved smile. âIt really is you.â The doctor blinked rapidly and snapped herself out of the daze to rush over to her friendâs bedside. â --- Are you feeling okay?â Without waiting for a response, Aurora glanced at the monitor to check the glucose levels.
rubendalgaardâ:
Contrary to popular conspiracy, the manâs immorality wasnât synonymous with invincibility. His body regenerated at a quicker pace than others, even when it seemed as though the damage was too great to heal. With Sinners pumping through his veins, he could feel his injuries healing faster than they normally would. His jaw was still sore to touch and movement and the taste of metal was strong in his mouth, but the bleeding had stopped. By the time they arrived to wherever she intended to lead him, he would likely be completely healed. As he said, however, he was fine with wasting time, as he had plenty of it to waste.Â
Like many other nights, Rubenâs plans extended as far as wandering the streets until he found his motorcycle or it became late enough where Dexter wouldnât mind teleporting to him. If he could ensure that one person arrived safely to their home, then he had at least put his ability as a human shield to good use that night.Â
Squinting at the card she offered, he nodded, though his mind couldnât focus enough to read the words. âYou can creep all you want,â he granted. He twisted away from Aurora completely to spit on the sidewalk behind him before following her lead down the street. âWhatâs the worst that could happen by going home with a stranger?â He flashed a grin, then teased, âI donât usually do this, just so you know. Itâs only because youâre from Omerta that Iâm trusting you not to be a serial killer.â
Aurora put the card away in her purse and then creased her forehead as her eyes widened at him. The stranger had just hacked up spit on the sidewalk like he wasnât in one of the fanciest kingdoms in the world. Casual, nonchalant, hungry for trouble and a tad of gross... whoever he was, he was definitely Omertan. Aurora found herself smiling a little as she begun traveling back with him at her side. The man reminded her of home in a good way... He didnât give her flashback memories and he wasnât a connection to her past that came with regrets. It was refreshing.
âIs that your logic? Because Iâm Omertan Iâm... not a serial killer?â She repeated, snorting and grinning over at the amusing stranger. Aurora figured he was joking, especially since, compared to Athos, Omerta was a criminal haven. That was just fine with her. Aurora loved joking around. "You sure youâre from the same Omerta I was born in?â She raised a single eyebrow inquisitively, a smirk curled on her lips. âYou know, you can at least give me your name if youâre trusting me not to kill you.â She huffed in amusement.Â
darius-shareefâ:
Aurora trembled under his touch, and Darius couldnât relish in the moment more. For a moment, it was as if they were back in Omerta, where they wasted their nights in a daze of alcohol and cocaine.Â
âLike a bad idea ever stopped us before.â Darius said breathlessly, the shadows of night posts chasing their heels. Watching Auroraâs hair tumble down her shoulders, he grinned at the realization of her stooping to the level of a criminal breaking into a closed shop. By the next day, all traces of the crime they were about to commit would disappear through the tug of the right strings. For now, however, it seemed they were ready to do whatever they desired to in a place they momentarily called theirs.
Hands came to press firmly against Auroraâs hips, shoving her up on the nearby counter, lips crashing to meet hers once more. The heat between them almost fizzled at the cool touch of the marble counter top, the kiss only breaking for Dariusâ shirt to be torn from his shoulders.Â
âAnd to think just a little bit ago, you were insisting you were some goody two shoes doctor now.â Darius teased, voice breathless before climbing to push her body further onto the cold surface.
âYou canât escape the Banshee thatâs still inside of you, âRora.â
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sofiadelacroixâ:
âWe must concentrate our powers within Athos, not run after every threat we might hear about. If we run towards them, they might find ways to strike once weâre outnumbered,â her father looked towards the king, her own son-in-law, hoping to be heard, but it was the queen who eventually answered âwe wonât need an army. We just need about five other Saints to fully secure the kingâs safety â and myself. I can take them down, General Buchanan. If they want a war theyâll get one. Or send me all by myself,â she said, her jaw tense and her posture a bit stiff. Some murmured while her father seemed to wait for Sofia to retract her conclusion. No, theyâd go on as planned. With one glance towards Royce, then to Jean-Pierre, Sofia left the war room before they could even form a plan. If theyâd execute her plan â perfect, if not thatâd be on them. She could so easily leave all by herself, but after the doors opened again she saw a determination within Jean-Pierreâs eyes, that immediately signalized he wasnât going to let her leave all by herself.Â
After Jean-Pierre left to prepare for leaving, Sofia was left alone, while simultaneously being around a lot of others â and through all that noise she clearly heard Auroraâs soft voice calling out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. âAurora,â Sofia made a hand gesture, signalizing her to come closer. âIâm sorry, I was dissociating. Wh- whatâs going on? No, everythingâs fine, Iâm just having slept a lot these past couple of days, thatâs all.â She tried to apologize with a smile. âDo you have something I could take against that?â Taking her hand, the queen now dragged her along. âAlso, have you heard of my brother recently? I havenât seen him in quite some time and Iâm starting to suspect the worst,â she whispered.
Aurora came closer at her gesture, a soft smile curling her lips when Sofia spoke about disassociating. Aurora herself had been caught staring off into space every moment she had a break to herself at the hospital... every moment she wasnât popping another Sinner in her mouth, anyway. Lately Aurora had been able to almost normalize her behavior - or at least ignore the fact it was becoming such a problem.
âI get that more than you know,â shesaid with a sigh. âChamomile or Valerian root tea is my go-to response. Itâs better to start natural.â The other woman unexpected took her hand than and dragged her along, but Aurora didnât protest. The question took her off guard more than anything and she hesitating, wondering how best to respond.
âMasonâs fine,â Aurora reassured her, speaking softly. âI promise. I see him pretty often, actually. At the bar or... elsewhere.â She cleared her throat. âHe seems okay. Sometimes I just... wonder what kinds of things he gets up to when weâre not together.â She looked over to Sofia again. âHe doesnât talk much but... if it helps, Iâve never once seen him admitted to the hospital. Those powers of his are a lot. They have their perks.â

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santanaminxâ:
Minx sat down next to Aurora in the bar and only nodded in reply. She knew that the comment of the other woman was genuine. But that did not take it away that she was not going to continue about it for a long while. It was a subject that she had gotten mad about only a few days earlier with Dexter right in front of her. That had been enough for now.
The Parrino Family was definitely not a name of a stranger back in Omerta. Minx could very well understand that at times the name would come back to haunt Aurora. âI think Athos is a place for many people that can be seen as a fresh start.â The four names that were named to be over here were not the only people over here. She had encountered Dexter and she knew that Elliot was around as a cop somewhere as well. âBut you are right, you are never completely able to outrun your past.â
âI havenât seen anyone else yet from Omerta.â A little lie left her lips smoothly. âVittorio and Darius are the only ones youâve seen beside me?â
Aurora raised her brows, surprised there was truly no one from Omerta that her friend has seen around Athos now. Being that apparently she seemed to enjoy night life like most Omertans and had been here for a while it felt improbable she wouldnât have encountered anyone besides Aurora. But whether or not she was keeping things to herself, Aurora decided not to press. She wasnât that amount of nosy.
âYes,â she said, relaxing her shoulders and taking the drinks there was brought to their side of the table. âAlthough I also met a man named Ruben from Omerta too. Strange guy. I didnât know him from our time there...â She sighed. âBut I ask because... I know you might not be all knowing about this stuff anymore but Iâm pretty sure that these, um.â She sighed again, hating she was so desperate for answers about this thing that was now destroying her life. â--- these new drugs circulating somehow came from Omerta. Sinners. The chemical composition of them... I donât know, seems so looks familiar.â She backtracked, looking over to Athena.Â
âI mean that I see a lot of them at the hospital. So I was wondering if you knew anything about the maker or... about it in general.â She mustered up a smile. âYou just- you always had answers back in Omerta. You were my go-to for whispers and I was hoping if you were still in touch with people from Omerta you might know something.â Or if you were taking them.
santanaminxâ:
No intel about the whereabouts of the two other Banshees. She was mostly curious about Pandora, but that was something she wasnât going to tell Aurora. Minx chuckled at the offer that the other woman jokingly gave her. âI think I have to pass that offer up. I donât think a job in the Wing Hospital is my place to be.â She would probably injure more than cure them. Medicine was not her forte. She was quick with her hands, that was not a location to be quick with her hands.
The words of Aurora couldnât be more of a lie. She was out of Omerta, yes. But she was not out of the scene that the brunette meant. An angry expression was visible on her face for only a few seconds as Aurora mentioned the heist that had gone wrong. The heist where Dexter had left them behind. âI was luckily not amongst them, it took me quite some time and power to get several of them out of trouble. Not all of them.â Her voice was a little colder than before but she quickly shook the feeling off. She put a smile back on her lips, trying to pretend that her change in demeanor had not happened. âHas the Omerta life caught up with you yet?â
Aurora noted the look that flickered over Athenaâs face just for a moment. Anger. And, of course, Aurora didnât blame her. If anything could send the Healer into a state of anger or rage, even violence, it was when those under her care and those she loved got into trouble. She paused after the question, eyeing the other curiously as they came inside the bar and sat down. â... Iâm sorry to hear about your friends,â she said with genuine feeling.Â
Aurora then sighed and flagged down a bartender. âOmerta has caught up with me a number of times, to be honest. My family has no shortage of enemies so sometimes I deal with those.â She huffed and smiled sheepishly at Athena. After ordering their drinks, she continued. âI donât think I can ever completely escape it. But the most significant flashback is having Darius around again then learning Vittorioâs decided to make it his home here too. And now you... itâs funny how many of us have moved out of that place over the past few years.â
âSeen anyone else?â
phoebe tonkin week: day four favorite friendships ½
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darius-shareefâ:
Aurora pressed her body against his own, and Darius welcomed the intrusion into his own space by pulling her flush against himself. He was aware of Seraphimâs latest addition, how sinfulness dripped from Brooke with ease, yet awareness did little to prevent himself from succumbing to the lust that an ever familiar body brought.
Breath was caught between lips, hungry for more contact. Dariusâ fingers dug into Auroraâs skin, crescent moon marks dictating just who a part of her would always belong to; someone she could never truly run away from. Bound by desire, murder, and a shared dark family, even the escape to a different city wasnât enough to break how tightly bound they were to each other - whether Aurora liked it or not.
They broke for just a moment, if only to find refuge in somewhere more private where they could tear each other apart, the way they so often did in Omerta. The cool air caused goosebumps to momentarily litter Dariusâ arms, attention quickly diverted by Auroraâs warm kiss.
As Aurora pulled away, a sigh left Dariusâ lips, hands coming to thread through dark locks of hair to keep her close. His grip was possessive and protective, before kisses were pressed softly down to Auroraâs neck. Dariusâ hand caught a fistful of hair before he pulled it taut, yanking her head backwards to expose her pale neck.
Sucking hard against Auroraâs skin, his lips crawled back to the lobe of Auroraâs ear, words whispered heat as Dariusâ hand trailed down her back.Â
âIâm not above undressing you right here and now, so unless you donât care, I suggest you find us a place a little more private soon.âÂ
Suddenly her hair was pulled back with his hand in that familiar way, lips trailing down her neck and setting her skin on fire. There was no doubt he could feel her racing pulse against his mouth. It was hard to concentrate. Her breath, like a sigh, escaped her before he started to speak again. Reality settled in again. No. No, there was no way she was allowing the excitement of the moment to go that far without some privacy first. She exhaled and it shook a little like a laugh, hands squeezing his arms to pause him and another kiss pressed against his lips before she answered. âThis is a bad idea.â
And yet, she pulled Darius with her anyway as she hurried them to the stores beside the Seraphim building. All humor gone for a moment, she concentrated on getting them somewhere quick. It was late at night and everything was closed but the door of the nearby bakery looked promising. Her hair was ruined already so she took out a clip from the back and let the loose brown curls across her shoulders before concentrating on quickly picking at the lock the way she used to when it was a hobby in Omerta.Â
It opened (no surprise) and she tugged Darius inside with her as he shut the door behind him. The concentration was all gone now and she smiled in the excitement of the moment as their lips pressed together again. In the dark of the closed shop, they revisited history.

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underworldkiingâ:
His cold, blue eyes stared back at his sister with a mix of delight and cold calculation. Her words didnât do much to him except let him chuckle shortly. Wiping his hand immediately afterward it was obvious that he wasnât here to simply rescue her, form a bond â if his little sister wouldnât accept him for who he was now, on his own terms, self-made. Letting her speak looked like the best option, especially since starting a conversation seemed pointless. âYou said you left after seeing only destruction awaited in Omerta? I craved for something better, just as you did,â he finally answered her, his voice firm and somewhat laced with anger, still withheld to prove his point. âI am not my father, I am better than him. A Saint, a leader, a man leading powerful armies. All the misery has brought me to this very point, dear sister, and Iâm not intending to stop now.â He towered over her. âDonât drag her into this. She might be far more dangerous than you think. She chooses her own path, not you, not his royal highness prince Henry nor any of her other friends who keep bugging me. Have you ever considered the idea of us not being little anymore?â We create and break rules as we please.â He now screamed at her, furious. âDonât you fucking dare blame her decisions on me. She knows who I am, Rora â maybe thatâs what she wants.âÂ
Vittorio could feel himself relax again. âAre you coming or what? Or do you want to die here? Still reminiscing about the fucking past?â
God, how Aurora would have appreciated the opportunity to just talk with her brother. To settle their differences once and for all and ask why the hell heâd hated her for so many years. Why they had drifted the way they did and if there was the possibility they could somehow stop the family drama for once. But no, not. Not now that she was a ball of firey, uncontrollable rage with the realization that Vittorio had chosen the life he had. Maybe part of it was the guilt she hadnât been there to stop him.
Vittorio screamed at her but she stood her ground, resisting the powerful urge to slap him. Somehow, deep inside, Aurora recognized the sharp anger that was now surfacing on top of everything else had a lot to do with something that wasnât Vittorioâs fault. âHer chest heaved with the way her heart pounded and now her head. Her eyes began to string as she heard the sound of someone running towards them behind her. âAurora! There you are! Oh my God, thank God. Shit, weâve been looking everywhere. We thought something happened,â the EMT cried out. âYou need to come now. Thereâs a... royal chopper. Theyâve been looking everywhere for you - something about an emergency at the palace,â the man said quickly, now warily casting glances at Vittorio.Â
Aurora nodded wordlessly, breath shaky as she composed herself. âIâm fine. Iâm coming. Tell them Iâm coming,â she said, nodding so that other would leave. He looked at Vittorio once more before rushing back. Aurora turned to give her brother once last look, expression filled with leftover anger but mostly regret and desperation to fix something that she couldnât. âIf itâs true and youâre a Saint,â she said quietly, remembering again that strange complete lose of sight sheâd had in the bunker. âThen youâre right. Youâre not our father... Youâre worse. And the shittiness of our past is nothing compared to what youâll do now.âÂ
She shook her head and inhaled a shaky breath before turning and running.Â
Distrust || Ivy & Aurora
darknesscfivyâ:
Ivy ignored the healerâs distaste, quite used to people discarding her like that by now. She watched her scoff, and cross her arms, and the Horsewoman of War arched her eyebrow in defiance, eyes slightly narrowed. Yes, she often came off as abrasive and demanding, and harsh, but she didnât know how to talk to people. They were all so very tedious, and they all had agendas, and none of them were as benign as they appeared to be - just like she wasnât as evil as she appeared to be.
She listened to the healerâs words, then chuckled. âIsnât that the whole point of the ER? Yes, my requirements might not be of the physical sort, and I may not be ill or hurt, but it is an emergency of sorts. It always is when my sister is concerned.â She made her best effort to ignore the insinuation in Auroraâs words, but then, Ivy growled, unable to contain herself any longer. âRest assured, dearie, Iâm not the only thing causing her pain, and the only pain Iâm actually causing her, is being dark, and not light. She canât stand the fact weâre not attached by a hip, and I canât stand the fact that people want us to merge, like weâre one entity rather than two, very different individuals.â She all but spat back, before reining in her temper, the best she knew.
âHow is her eyesight? Is she still gradually growing blind by the continuing use of her power?â Her voice was somewhat calmer, and she started with a simple question. She knew her sister, and she knew that Amanda was going blind because of the use of her power, but she wondered, why isnât she? Sheâs always in the dark, so shouldnât she be blind, too? âYou may think of me whatever you want, you and the rest of this cursed Kingdom, but I do love my sister and I do not take pleasure in seeing her suffer. Normally, I canât keep an eye on her all the time, but you can, canât you? Keep an eye on her when I canât? Without her knowing of course. Youâd do that?â She straightened her spine, her icy stare fixed upon the brunette. âI do⌠worry for her, you know. She is my twin.â Her other half, the other part of her soul.
Aurora had neither the patience nor the desire to humor her words about the ICU. And once emergency and Amanda were put into the same sentence, all thought about how annoying the woman was were put away. The anger seemed to seep out of Auroraâs expression to be replaced by tension and concern. She ignored the growl and the spatting words as well as the part of her that knew she wanted to argue about what Ivy assumed she wanted the twins to be.
She was about to interrupt and ask what was wrong with Amanda when Ivy answered the question for her. Aurora only partially untensed and now her eyes squinted in disbelief. Gradually, as Ivy continued speaking, Aurora completely relaxed her tense shoulders and uncrossed her arms. Her expression had softened, at least to the point she was no longer on the verge of glaring.
âYouâre worried about her?â She repeated, asking the question rhetorically as the idea sunk in. Aurora sighed and glanced away. âFine.â Aurora said quietly, looking back at Ivy afterwards. âI can tell you itâs not getting any better...â
âAnd thatâs all I can say. Despite the fact sheâs also like a sister to me and I know what itâs like to worry about your family, Iâm a doctor. Iâm sorry.â She sighed. âThereâs such thing as patient confidentiality. I canât promise you anything but you can still ask me how she is and talk to me like a normal person, especially when Iâm not working...â Aurora said pointedly. â --- Iâm going to try to be as honest with you as I can be. But unless Amanda specifically tells me itâs okay to tell you everything, I canât.â
She paused, looking over Ivy with more sympathy now than anything. âIâd suggest trying to talk to her. If you love her, the least you can is let her see that... You know- actually be a sister to her. Call or text once in a while.â