𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 liked to remain a mystery. It's what kept her safe; sane. The only thing that kept her in the shadows, along with the whisperings of her little birds feeding her their secrets.
The war was her escape, and Small Heath wa...
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❝You'll try and save me from damnation, but you can't Polly, not this time.❞
𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 someone who liked to live in denial. She supposed that it was a way to spare her some extra pain and suffering in the long run, as those who chose to be swept up in the false promises that all their problems and troubles would simply dissipate if given the proper amount of time, were only prolonging the inevitable implosion. But, you see, Aurora welcomed the fire, she welcomed the devil's fury threatening to scorch her soul and drag her back into the depths of hell she had so readily escaped from. Because, even if the torture she would endure would be enough to make the hardest of men weep, she would have those blessed memories of the last four years to take as her salvation.
The rare warm mornings shared between cackling women in the bright afterglow of the rising sun shining through the glossy kitchen windows. Her hand clasped in the small enthusiastic grasp of one dear little boy as he took her on grand tours of his uncle Charlie's stables. Teasing remarks and boisterous laughter passed back and forth between two otherwise hard and terrifying gangsters. The feeling of his hands placed on the dip of her back and tangled up between her fingers, their bodies pressed so closely together they were breathing in the same air, slowly gliding through the dancefloor. Each and every moment locked deep within the pockets of her mind that even Satan's daggers couldn't come close enough to tear open.
So for however long her unforeseeable future lasts, Aurora chooses to live in the happy present and stock up on as many joyous keepsakes as she possibly can. It was for that reason, she was adorned in one of her most flattening dresses with her arm linked around a jittery Ada, who found herself sandwiched in the middle of both her and her Aunt Pol due to many an escape attempts the young girl had tried and failed to follow through with.
"Will you stop fidgeting? Jesus, he's your brother not some bloody King." Aurora grumbled, with a less than delicate tug on Ada's arm after she had dug her heels into the mud for what felt like the millionth time. The crowds of familiar suits and peaky hats mixed with the highly distinguishable garb of the Lee clan coming into sights now as they begin their ascent up the final hill, not that that did anything in aid of calming Ada's nerves.
Ada sent Aurora a scowling glare, as the cheers and loud bawlings of the men getting riled up started to reach their ears. "He sure likes to think himself as one." She muttered displeasedly, a clear bitter taste on her tongue that Aurora was sure was going to make some sort of untimely reappearance tonight.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Aurora shot a look towards Ada through the corner of her eye. "Well, I can't offer much defence when it comes to that." She replied with a growing grin slipping on her lips, her and Ada sharing one more humour-filled glance before the pair of them burst into bounds of giggles muffled behind their hands.
