Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on May 3, 2021 14:56:52 GMT
Boring. Often a word Aurora used to justify her actions. She'd tried to slip into a quiet life many times before, but what was the point? She had a tendency to break everything she touched, sabotaging her own happiness. You could give the vampire the perfect life, and she'd still find a way to shatter it, but she failed to see that, despite the years of 'professional' telling her so. Often seeing everyone else as the problem, even when it was glaringly obvious it was her—a failure to take responsibility for her own actions.
The redhead smirked at Damien, her mind querying what sort of trouble he found himself in. "It appears we share common ground" Her mischief landing her in the position she was now—a vampire. However, the trinity shared blame for their fate. Aurora's love for Klaus, Lucien's obsession with her, and Tristan's overbearing need to protect her. They all played a part in getting themselves killed and turned, yet it seemingly looped back to her in some way. Aurora De Martel was the common denominator in the situation, but it wasn't her fault that her brother felt the need to harm Lucien for looking her way.
The sequence of events that took place after that was on the Mikaelsons, not the trio. That was something Aurora refused to accept culpability for.
"All is forgiven" The wandering eyes made her chuckle. Again, she was flattered. The glasses of wine made up for the clumsy behaviour, though the interaction could have escalated if Damien had, in fact, dirtied her dress; she was pleased to find he was a gentleman about the situation, something which the world was lacking in the current climate. Gentlemen. Instead, seedy men were making lewd comments toward women. Was chivalry dead? Maybe Damien could show Aurora, not all hope was lost, or so she wished. It was tricky to read a person you had just met, but the reaper had put on an excellent first impression for the vampire. Minus the collision, but that was now water under the bridge. She was glad she had bumped into Damien.
Aurora tapped her glass gently against Damien's, she too wondering whether he would live up to that promise, but the bar was set low presently due to her lack of social interactions over the past 12 months. She was just thrilled to share a conversation with someone who wasn't a Monk or her brother. She was too pleased to hear the soul was following another reaper with ease, thus leaving the pair be for the evening; there would be no need to share Damien with another unless a second human was drained of life, which was likely in the Blood Den. She was keen to leave, dragging the reaper off to be with her.
There would be carnage if Tristan witnessed Damien gliding his hand around the base of her spine. Green eyes peered up at his blue gaze. She smiled softly for that moment, taking in his features. A quiet laugh left her mouth at his joke, inwardly hoping her sibling wouldn't find out about this. He, too, tended to shatter happiness, mainly hers. He was prompt to eliminate any man who dared to lay his hands on the young De Martel. Lucien and Marius had fallen victim to this, both costing them their mortal life. There had been others she had kept private, those she had fooled around with during the days she was wandering the world alone. How well would her sibling do at taking on a reaper? Maybe Damien could fall into a category with Klaus. Both untouchable. How exciting.
There it was again—the word trouble, which he whispered into her ear, causing a tiny shiver to travel down her spine. A playful grin spread across her face. Aurora leaned in close, "I will be holding you to that," She retorted, in a hushed voice, as she pulled the reaper that little bit closer, following his orders to hold on.
Aurora wasn't sure what to expect when they teleported, but not that fast. They were gone in an instant, a blink of an eye, and the pair were elsewhere. It took her a second to adjust to her new surroundings, from the noisy chatty bar to this—a tranquil beach many miles from the Blood Den. The redhead broke free of the reaper in order to take everything in: the beach, the sunset, the sand. The air was rich with seawater, a gentle breeze coming from the water. It had been so long since Aurora had been to a beach this beautiful, instead of locked away, staring at the same surroundings day in day out.
It was rare to find Aurora lost for words, but here she was. Her lips parted, her mind still trying to string towards a sentence, "Wow. You have impressed me, Damien," She spoke, turning her body back to Damien, "Is this somewhere you have been before? I am assuming you have to visualize a location before teleporting?" Either way, the reaper had chosen the perfect location. Just him and her, "I would be doing this all the time if I too was a reaper" It was a more convenient way of running away from your problems, which meant it was alluring for the redhead. Any opportunity to get away from reality she seized with both hands.
Aurora took a step back towards Damien, closing the gap between the pair, with a slight smile tugging at her lips. "So, how does one become a reaper? Enlighten me" Lifting her green eyes to meet his once again, as she did seconds before they teleported to the dreamy beach.
DAMIEN BECK
The redhead smirked at Damien, her mind querying what sort of trouble he found himself in. "It appears we share common ground" Her mischief landing her in the position she was now—a vampire. However, the trinity shared blame for their fate. Aurora's love for Klaus, Lucien's obsession with her, and Tristan's overbearing need to protect her. They all played a part in getting themselves killed and turned, yet it seemingly looped back to her in some way. Aurora De Martel was the common denominator in the situation, but it wasn't her fault that her brother felt the need to harm Lucien for looking her way.
The sequence of events that took place after that was on the Mikaelsons, not the trio. That was something Aurora refused to accept culpability for.
"All is forgiven" The wandering eyes made her chuckle. Again, she was flattered. The glasses of wine made up for the clumsy behaviour, though the interaction could have escalated if Damien had, in fact, dirtied her dress; she was pleased to find he was a gentleman about the situation, something which the world was lacking in the current climate. Gentlemen. Instead, seedy men were making lewd comments toward women. Was chivalry dead? Maybe Damien could show Aurora, not all hope was lost, or so she wished. It was tricky to read a person you had just met, but the reaper had put on an excellent first impression for the vampire. Minus the collision, but that was now water under the bridge. She was glad she had bumped into Damien.
Aurora tapped her glass gently against Damien's, she too wondering whether he would live up to that promise, but the bar was set low presently due to her lack of social interactions over the past 12 months. She was just thrilled to share a conversation with someone who wasn't a Monk or her brother. She was too pleased to hear the soul was following another reaper with ease, thus leaving the pair be for the evening; there would be no need to share Damien with another unless a second human was drained of life, which was likely in the Blood Den. She was keen to leave, dragging the reaper off to be with her.
There would be carnage if Tristan witnessed Damien gliding his hand around the base of her spine. Green eyes peered up at his blue gaze. She smiled softly for that moment, taking in his features. A quiet laugh left her mouth at his joke, inwardly hoping her sibling wouldn't find out about this. He, too, tended to shatter happiness, mainly hers. He was prompt to eliminate any man who dared to lay his hands on the young De Martel. Lucien and Marius had fallen victim to this, both costing them their mortal life. There had been others she had kept private, those she had fooled around with during the days she was wandering the world alone. How well would her sibling do at taking on a reaper? Maybe Damien could fall into a category with Klaus. Both untouchable. How exciting.
There it was again—the word trouble, which he whispered into her ear, causing a tiny shiver to travel down her spine. A playful grin spread across her face. Aurora leaned in close, "I will be holding you to that," She retorted, in a hushed voice, as she pulled the reaper that little bit closer, following his orders to hold on.
Aurora wasn't sure what to expect when they teleported, but not that fast. They were gone in an instant, a blink of an eye, and the pair were elsewhere. It took her a second to adjust to her new surroundings, from the noisy chatty bar to this—a tranquil beach many miles from the Blood Den. The redhead broke free of the reaper in order to take everything in: the beach, the sunset, the sand. The air was rich with seawater, a gentle breeze coming from the water. It had been so long since Aurora had been to a beach this beautiful, instead of locked away, staring at the same surroundings day in day out.
It was rare to find Aurora lost for words, but here she was. Her lips parted, her mind still trying to string towards a sentence, "Wow. You have impressed me, Damien," She spoke, turning her body back to Damien, "Is this somewhere you have been before? I am assuming you have to visualize a location before teleporting?" Either way, the reaper had chosen the perfect location. Just him and her, "I would be doing this all the time if I too was a reaper" It was a more convenient way of running away from your problems, which meant it was alluring for the redhead. Any opportunity to get away from reality she seized with both hands.
Aurora took a step back towards Damien, closing the gap between the pair, with a slight smile tugging at her lips. "So, how does one become a reaper? Enlighten me" Lifting her green eyes to meet his once again, as she did seconds before they teleported to the dreamy beach.
DAMIEN BECK
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