#all. aurea moretti

[pelcrus]

closed starter for @aureamoretti location: caught slippin part 2 electric boogaloo note: popopopopopopop

A makeshift chair had been propped up for the Great Old One to sit upon. They had tracked this little wolf all the way here and now all they had to do was simply wait for her. There were so many more of these little cretins to find, but they would find them all. This little radar ability came in handy for them and the other Great Old Ones. Finding their targets was just as simple as breathing and all of them would meet their ends sooner or later. If these rebels did not become useful or accept the world all of them were thrust into, then they would be torn apart and left to feed the ground that they walked upon. A rustle of leaves caught their attention and caused their chin to tilt upwards at her presence. "This demigod was a spartoi. He had brothers." There was a point to this. "You have brothers, too. Well, one." They got up from their seat and walked towards her. Aurea Moretti. Yet another of the Ivy to be put down. There would be none of them left either because the Great Old One knew that the coven would not turn over or kneel for anyone. "Your brother was incinerated. Would you like to know how you'll die?"

[legioneoin]

closed starter for @aureamoretti location: lupercalia note: i mean good luck or whatever

Although he had lost his Capture the Flag competition, it didn't mean that he wanted any of the rest of his family to lose. He wasn't really sure if Virgil or Tripp had signed up for anything, but he knew that Aurea most certainly did. And that something was the most important competition at this entire fucking thing. If she won, it would mean big things for the Ivy. If she lost, then there would be no change at all. Their family would be just as powerful as they were before. Either way, Eoin would be cheering his sister on in the stands and pretending he wasn't when she looked in his direction. He was sure to be the loudest person there. "Have you calculated your chances of winning this? There's quite a lot of competition."

[bansheepaloma]

I'm not shy, I'll say it I've been picturing you naked I'm a little faded You look like a fuckin' paintin'

@aureamoretti

[aureamoretti]

Person: @bansheepaloma Location: They're running around ur honor The question is 'what now' and Aurea didn't have an answer, that was Virgil's thing. Eoin was alright, that was what had mattered and now she was left trying to search for survivor's, help where she could while the city seemed hellbent on becoming well, hell on Earth. She was a Moretti, she'd been a child chasing after wolves long before she even was one, and yet her eyes are still wide as she moves over debris, sidesteps fires and bodies. But it's the brief whiff of sweet vanilla, cinnamon, and leather that has her on the move, the sounds of shrieks too loud. Aurea had never gotten to ask Pinkie Pie her name at the masquerade, nor in the bathroom at the club, but throughout the briefings day in and day out, she knew two banshees had been missing, one male, one female. Paloma. As she crawls over the wreckage of what must have once been a statue in a fountain, on account of all the water and stone parts, she calls to the woman. It's stupid to be chasing after a crush in a warzone, but she's there to help, is moving stone aside with clawed hands so she's got a clear path to the other woman.

[bansheepaloma]

@aureamoretti

AUBREY PLAZA & ALISON BRIE

— Spin Me Round (2022) 

[bansheepaloma]

@aureamoretti

She’s amazing. Wait, what am I saying? This is Yuri, my enemy. But… why does it feel like I’ve been zapped by a million volts of electricity when I look at her?

XO, KITTY — 1.06 “BYOB”

[bansheepaloma]

Paloma tried not to think of everything that had happened during that war. Really, she had been stuck in a padded room for most of it so all she had remembered for a while was four walls and her dear banshee neighbor that she had just screamed at the entire time. Not in a bad way or anything though. It felt like Chrysaor and her were bonded now. More than they already could be given the fact that they were banshees at least. But now she was even more bonded with Aurea because they just...well, the lycan had seen her die. The spirit had to imagine that felt like a lot. Paloma herself had seen more than enough people die to become desensitized to it at this point. Thankfully, they didn't have to worry about that for now. For now, they just had to think about the fact that they were going to help each other get dressed for this party. "Oh, of course. Because us girls need to always help each other out," she stated with an exaggerated wink. An arm slung around the other's shoulders which made her realize that she absolutely had not put a towel on so she was just fully naked. If only she had shame to care. "Just a dress? No chains or anything?"

Oh. Oh. Aurea could see this whole thing between them going one of two ways. On one hand, they'd kind of been trauma bonded together on account of Aurea had literally seen the banshee die, it was something she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. Either they were going to keep seeing each other like this, keep lowkey checking in on one another, or they were going to awkwardly smile and wave forever. Option two seemed eliminated the moment Paloma invited her over. It's not something she tries to prescribe to, the idea that all women are somewhat mysterious, Paloma is simply just a person. An incredibly hot person that she's more than a little worried about on account of the whole seeing her die thing. "Well I happen to need assistance with my dress so I just think it'd be best if we helped each other out." It's very matter of fact, downright diplomatic even.

[virgilmoretti]

Seemed like Virgil had run out of jokes these days, "I raised those kids," their mother had an empire to run, Virgil's dad had his other family, Eoin's cared more about trying to live up to the Moretti standard, and Aurea had all but been dumped in their lap. "If anything happens to them-" Virgil was the guy that brought donuts when they were talking casually about genocide, he had a smile on his face at the end of the world. Octavian was right though, he was dangerous when he needed to be. The jolly disposition had come from his father, but the power was pure his Moretti mother. He shook his head, Virgil didn't need to say it, Mazikeen would know and she'd be happy to partake in the violence that would follow. He grinned now as he cut a few eggs into the cobb salad, "Now, no yolk or anything but you're looking eggcellent today."

She sipped on her morning smoothie as he spoke about his years. If it were up to Mazikeen, she would have one of the silly other witches summon him back as a ghoul or have the scientists stick him in one of those cool machines to shoot lazars out of his eyes. The idea of their witches mortality was, unfortunately, something a Familiar automatically prepared themselves for but she never wanted to think or talk about it in that way. Sipping on her smoothie prevented the frown.

"Why are you being so depressing?" She finally asked taking her lips off her straw, but there was little humor left in her voice now. Very much despite the fact that Mazikeen had still intended to sound nonchalant and unconcerned. "They're going to be fine, Virgil. Not a soul is gonna get to my favorite babies, and not a soul is going to get to you either. This ain't my first rodeo." It was definitely the first one with astronomical repercussions, hundreds of supernaturals and weaponry surpassing magic but Virgil was the more depressing one between them and she was happy to let him keep that title.

[legioneoin]

"Well, we both know how much he loves his memes." If anything, Virgil liked them far too much. Eoin was starting to get tired of the massive amount of exclamation points that came with said memes, too. He wondered if his brother did anything else with his time, but he knew that the other did. After all, he was the sovereign of an entire coven. "We shouldn't worry about him. Virgil isn't those other sovereigns. He's better than them by miles." Not that the rest of them were bad by any means. They just weren't Virgil.

"I keep a folder full of memes solely for him." She admits, head nodding as she goes back to measuring out chocolate chips. The recipe calls for only a cup but she pours two into the bowl, it was all about balance. "I'm worried about him. Sovereigns around here don't really have a good track record." Those in power in general in Rome seemed to be under fire from what she was seeing, hearing. It was constantly changing hands every few months. The witches in particular seemed to be playing trauma roulette, passing around a baton to see whose coven got heat next.

[bansheepaloma]

Paloma honestly didn't expect this girl to actually have the lollipop on hand. She looked down at the Tootsie Pop and then back up at the lycan and then back at the Tootsie Pop. With squinted eyes, she grabbed it from the other's hand and slowly unwrapped it. "You're not trying to poison me, are you?" She said it with a hint of a serious tone before she quickly waved her hand with a smile on her face. "I'm just fucking with you." Then she popped the lollipop in her mouth and looked in the mirror again. Bathroom talks with the girlies were always a treat. You really never knew who you were going to speak to. This one didn't seem drunk yet though. Paloma would be sure to buy her a drink. "Imagine if you had tried to poison me though. I'm already dead so that would've been disappointing for you." It was a joke. She was joking. She was so funny.

She's got to redeem herself from their last encounter and it just so happens she's been laying in wait. Because surely Pinkie Pie was going to turn up again, or maybe she was just truly that hopeful. Aurea's good with girls everywhere else, she has had no issue anywhere else, it's just Rome. Maybe it's something about being home, she feels too much like Eoin and Virgil's kid sister. The last time she'd been around here she'd been too focused on working to really think about dating. It'd been only when she'd fully left Italy did she start figuring all that out. She might be a gay disaster who had taken a hot second to realize she was stricly no dickly, but she had to pull it together. Tucking her lipstick back into her bag, without missing a beat, she pulls out a cherry flavored Tootsie Pop. Because she'd stocked up and she liked candy while she was working on her bike anyways. "Did I guess cherry right?" She asks all too nonchalantly as she holds the sucker out towards the blonde, red lips upturned in an almost sly smile.

[legioneoin]

As she linked her pinky with his own, he simply nodded his head. "Good." Eoin didn't want anything to happen to his cousin. Or, well, she was more like a sister to him than anything. Had been from the moment she was dropped off on their doorstep with her little wolf stuffed animal. Maybe he should've expected that was what she would seek out becoming later in life because of that, but he hadn't really bothered to question that kind of thing. She was still a Moretti. She was still Ivy through and through. That would never change. But then she was mentioning Virgil. Their brother and dear sovereign. "He'll be fine. I think he's more worried about us than himself." Which probably wasn't a good thing. It left him open to an attack if he was too busy focusing on them and not actually his own well-being. "Virgil would never tell us if he's not fine, but I want to believe that he's okay throughout all of this. And if he isn't? We've got his back, don't we?"

She pauses, fingers twirling the cue in her hand as she listens to what he has to say and it's not the usual banter. They're serious, the two of them, individually at least. They could sit there and bicker and prod at one another over the dumbest thing like who could eat more breadsticks (Eoin) or who could get from the cab to the house quicker (her). But when it came down to it, they were forces to be reckoned with in their own right, the whole coven was like that. Aurea finds herself nodding, rendered briefly speechless as she steps forward to offer her pinky to Eoin's. "I promise." Her finger flexes around his and then she's stepping back and nodding towards the table. "This mean I'm allowed to talk about being worried about Virgil? Is this a safe space?"

[legioneoin]

"I'm sure drinking won't ruin your ability to sing." Then again, how would he know? Eoin just liked messing with Aurea all the time. It was how he showed his love for her. No matter how often he mentioned she was adopted, it was barely ever malicious when it was said. If he really wanted to hurt her feelings, he knew how to. The thing was that he didn't want to do that. She was family and she was important to him. That would never change no matter what decisions she made that he might've thought were questionable. Nevertheless, he let out the slightest chuckle at her words. "I'll make sure to take that into consideration. Feels like it's mandatory to get out there if you decide to sing Mr. Vain."

legioneoin​:

Eoin would never say that his sister, or cousin really, was a nuisance, but she was indeed annoying to him. Then again, he found Virgil anoying sometimes, too. They always dragged him into things he didn’t want to be involved with and then he would have to suffer through some stupid dance routine. Then, they would critique him for something he didn’t even want to do in the first place. Of course he wasn’t good at it. He didn’t want to do it. “My renegade? I’m sure there’s more important things than my dancing capabilities for you to worry about, huh, sis?”

“Yeah, like how I can’t drink if I’m going to keep singing.” It’d never stopped her before, but this was big, this was a whole ordeal and she was going to give it her all. She refused to let Dante carry the performance, if she was main vocals, she was going to give range. Hands on her hips, Aurea looks from Eoin to the rest of the crowd of people and she lets out a slow breath. She’s confident, maybe too confident, but she’s not somebody used to being in any sort of spotlight, not alone. “If I launch into Mr. Vain, I better see you and Virgil on the dancefloor.” 

[bansheepaloma]

Paloma was planning a lot of things for this fabulous Lupercalia. She had signed up for one of those competitions. In theory, her chances of winning it all were very slim, but she would absolutely enjoy the process of embarrassing any man that came in her direction. If she was going to get taken out, she only hoped it was one of her Valkyrie sisters. Or maybe just a woman in general. That was for later though. Right now, she was worried about her stage presence. Then, after that, she was very interested in Aurea's performance in this Alpha gauntlet. The banshee was awfully excited about it actually. Which made it even better that the lycan in question had actually sought her out. "Oh, of course I was, but I do love a compliment." She placed a lollipop in her mouth and then held another out to Aurea. "I've seen you kicking a lot of ass. Talk about dream girl, huh?"

Person: @bansheepaloma Location: Backstage Aurea had been privy to a decent amount of live music in the states with all of the biker bars she wound up in. It's loud, it's fun, she loves fun, but this is Paloma and her band and she didn't think she could really smile any bigger than she was when the blonde flounced offstage. She'd managed to make it to see their set between well, everything going on, all of the anxiety brewing in her gut. The excitement was stronger though, the butterflies that seemed to take up a permanent residence in her gut whenever she even thought about the banshee. "You were amazing!" Her face actually hurts from smiling so wide but her face doesn't fall as the musician approaches.

[bansheepaloma]

She was wearing combat boots. This woman was wearing combat boots with a full body pantsuit. It was almost as if they were twinning. To some degree maybe. Either way, this woman was just her type of lady and she was more than interested in whatever was being offered her way. The pink hair was a choice she had made about twelve hours before this party was supposed to kick off. Well, actually, she guessed it wasn't supposed to really be a party. It was just supposed to be a funeral for some satyr guy. Was it supposed to be sad? Satyrs were weird folk honestly if this whole function was anything to go by. The comically large dicks were just dragging along the floor. It had to hurt at some point, right?

A hand went up to her hair though at the compliment she received. Thank Artemis that was enough of a distraction from the two satyrs making out over in the corner over there. "Oh, thanks. You know, I decided on this like a few hours ago. It was just blonde before." Then she dropped her hand and pulled the lollipop she had out of her pocket. "Want one?" She pulled out another and held it out to the lycan. "It's green apple, but I also have grape and...cherry. I think."

Person: @bansheepaloma Location: Some staircase between the bathrooms and the dancefloor She's getting an umpteenth glass of wine, a different flavor this time, a red, because she's kind of determined to find one she likes when she sees it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots something bright and bouncing up the stairs and Aurea is, first and foremost, a connoisseur of...Women. She'd tried the dude thing once upon a time, she still dipped her toes in every once and a while if they're particularly pretty, but there just wasn't a spark beyond a physical connection there. Not like there was really a physical connection with women at all most of the time because she's too overwhelmed to actually get a date with one of them. She is wearing a cape. She looks to the very pretty woman holding the drink tray and if she can look directly at her, she can find Pinkie Pie. There's a nod of solidarity and then she's retreating in that same direction. "Hey, I love your hair!" And it's very enthusiastic, almost too enthusiastic. Was it hot in here?

[legioneoin]

Eoin had every bit of faith that his siblings and cousins would make it out of all of this okay. Virgil was fine which meant Aurea was fine which meant Tripp would be okay, too. And Mazikeen as well. Thankfully, he hadn’t come back to a damn massacre. Well, for the people he cared for anyway. The vampires that had been lost in the battle didn’t matter to him at all so it wasn’t like he was going to cry about it. However, there had been one person he was looking for when his sister came up to him. The thought melted away for the time being as her arms wrapped around him in a hug. Had they thought he was dead? He wouldn’t have blamed them, but that ring had come in handy. If anything, Eoin was always prepared no matter what. “I’ll be sure to tell him you uppercut me or something.” His lips pressed against the side of her head before he pulled away. “You’re okay?”

Person: @legioneoin Location: New City Who Dis

She finds him as she herself is covered in dirt and blood and she doesn't care that she looks scared shitless when her arms go around his middle immediately. He's alive, she knew it, Virgil knew it, but it'd taken a lot of convincing. For days she'd searched and sniffed and torn through things to get to him, all the while thinking that there was a chance she'd really beaten him for the last time, that she'd outlive him. "We don't talk about this." Aurea's crying into his chest, sniffling as she lets go of him in order to properly assess him. "If Virgil asks, I punched you on sight."

[rawlinsbriggs]

"Not too long." How was he supposed to say that it had been five years since he had been back in the world? How was he supposed to explain that time really meant nothing to him now? Well, he guessed it did to an extent. Rawlins felt like he was more concerned about the time he had left than ever before. There was Narcissus there. The one person he loved that was immortal. He didn't know how to deal with the fact that he would be gone one day and the tiefling would still be here. That was something for another time though. The one thing he was 'happy' about was the fact that he'd found someone to help him while Kayce was doing whatever the fuck he did in his supposed spare time. It really wasn't spare time though. Technically, he was supposed to be here since the damn auto shop was his in the first place. Maybe Rawlins should've actually renamed the place to Briggs Auto. "Why do you ask?"

Person: @rawlinsbriggs Place: Gaines Auto "How long have you been in Rome?" This is a dude surrounded by wolves on all sides now and there's something that's...Aurea had spent a lot of time around a particular type of man before she'd figured herself out. And she thinks Rawlins is one of them, pretty and yet there's something inherently sad that cheekbones can't hide if you really get a good look in their eyes. She looks over at him as she grabs a box of tools off of her workbench, hellbent on maybe bonding a little as well as fixing the ever finicky kickstand on her bike.