#;avery

Rory: ... we didn't hang out.

Rory: You still gonna tackle me?

Dorian Pavus Meme

“Oh, damn the fates for keeping me from sculpture!” Aurora paused her charcoal, shaking her fist dramatically at the heavens. “For shame that they should keep us from destiny!”

Shipping Sheet

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i’m willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i’d enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( being annoying at you on disco )

what now?: let’s plot something | send me shippy memes | i’ll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i’ll write you a random starter

Love Meme

“Oh, the gardens...” Aurora’s legs curl on the couch as she leans close to look over his pictures. He was gifted in this was as well; photography, even if he didn’t altogether realize that. His passion was elsewhere, after all. “I adore it there.”

She beamed at him, pure adoration in her gaze as she reached to brush at his hair. For him to be reminded of her in such a place--it was so much more than that it was filled with art and color. This was the sort of place that held a certain type of magic, and Avery was just the sort of man who could see it where no one else could. 

Avery knew that the sinking feeling in his own chest was nothing compared to what Molly must be feeling, and although he supported his father’s choice–for once–to change the succession, he also wished he could take the responsibility off of Molly’s shoulders. Shaking his head in silence, he walked around the table to lay a hand over hers. He meant it as a gesture of comfort, but their fingers pointed to a small village by the edge of the woods, out of the way and seldom thought of. Now, it was crossed by a likely line of battle, and it was only one of many. Avery sighed.

“Don’t worry about me,” he reassured her, ignoring his own fear and uncertainty and nodding toward the map. “I’m not here to be protected, I’m here to help you protect them. Tell me what you need.”

She started, lost to her own thoughts and all but forgetting that Avery had been there at all. She, too, noticed the small village, one of countless others that would like be changed in one way or another by the impending fight, and she thought of the faces of the villagers. Those who looked to the palace and looked to her for the answers. She didn’t have the answers for them. She didn’t have them for herself. 

Molly straightened at his inquiry, trying to grasp what was expected of her now. “If we are to be at war, I want as few of our people in danger as possible. I hope to relocate the villagers on the outskirts if we can. If they need sanctuary, we will provide it within the kingdom. I will need your strategy to see these things through, because while they may not be the fighting, they are just as important.”

He’d brought the person to a secluded area, one he’d believed no one would be wondering by as to find him getting the information he required. He looked directly into their eyes, his pupils dilating some before he began to speak. “Now I am in a particularly foul mood, why don’t you tell me what I desire to know.” It was not a question but a demand and one that was soon filled with a long winded answer that left the original one step closer to getting to Katerina.