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[northliights]

Let her sleep, for when she wakes she will move mountains ©

[northliights]

I like mine possessive, touchy and completely obsessed with me

[northliights]

His presence is one of comfort, of security and familiarity that speaks of a friendship years in the making, and in that time she's heard the name Adam Carter spoken more often than was likely good for the mental health of either of them, yet Aurora still finds herself listening attentively to another recitation of his many virtues, nodding where she knows she should and politely declining to murder him when Zaf pilfers a piece of steak from the bowl before her. It's really the least she can do under the circumstances, she muses, her sympathetic gaze taking in the shadows that haunt his features, those fathomless dark eyes looking back at her with humor and sadness in equal measure.

When her arms wrap around his waist, his chin coming to rest on the crown of her head, a crease forms between her brows, concern tightening her own stomach as she notes how lean he's grown in the past few months. Zaf has always been slim, his frame made of whipcord muscle and scarcely an ounce of fat despite a diet that consisted of tacos and pizza almost exclusively - but now he seems even thinner than he'd been the month prior, and Aurora stifles the urge to launch into a lecture about the need to feed himself properly.

Discretion truly is the better part of valor, after all.

The feel of him fumbling on the countertop for his phone draws her attention, and an outraged sound escapes from her throat. He would dare try to take a picture of her like this? Her fingertips move almost instinctively to poke without mercy into his flanks as he tries to flinch away from them without sacrificing the comfort of the embrace, and she can't suppress a giggle at the sound of his exaggerated shrieks. She knows all of the places he's ticklish, knows that she can make him scream like a little girl with the proper application of nimble fingers, and her grin tells him that he's in for a world of trouble if he continues trying to photograph her moment of indulgent affection.

"I warned you, didn't I?" Her voice is soft and as threatening as her lilting accent would allow, and she arches a brow at him in a way that would make a lesser man's blood run cold. "I said I would kill you if you told anyone. I've heard that being tickled to death is one of the worst ways to go."

He leans against the kitchen counter, all long legs and lean muscle that is more than familiar in the comfortable security of Aurora's home, and fingers reach forwards, plucking a piece of cubed steak from the bowl she's currently holding. "What?" The question is muffled, delivered in the high pitched tone of feigned offense at the look she levels him with. "Want me to put it back? I will..." One hand acts as if to take the food from his mouth, laughter giving way to a fit of coughing as he almost swallows it whole. He can see her smiling, can see the way she bites her bottom lip as if in effort to not encourage him, and Zaf grins in response. There's something effortless about being here, something that's almost addictive about enjoying the company of someone who knows who he is and expects nothing else, someone who guards a few of his deepest secrets and has deemed him worthy of hearing a few of her own.

A drawn out sigh is the only warning Aurora gets before his chin settles on her shoulder, followed by a bit of a louder one .. just in case. He knows he's being pathetic, knows he shouldn't visit only to steal food and whinge... but he's already brought a bottle of wine and two pints of ice cream, surely that garners him an hour or two of sympathy, yeah? She listens, she always listens, makes the appropriate gasps in all the right places, curses in the places where he wishes he had and fixes him with an understanding gaze that promises to wait at least another week before accusing him of being a lovesick puppy dog. Finally he finishes his latest monologue on the pain of unrequited love and he waits expectantly for her judgment.

@northliights: ❝  i’m going to give you a hug now but if you tell anyone about it i will have to kill you.  ❞

"Did you open the wine I brought and not tell me?" It's good natured teasing, as is the blend of shock and confusion that paint their way across the agent's expression, but he welcomes the affection, chin shifting from Aurora's shoulder to settle atop her head instead. They stand for a few moments, silent but for the plaintive meow of Anastasia who is clearly suffering from lack of attention, and then Zaf shifts his weight, leaning to the left slightly, arm outstretched as if searching for something. "Don't move." Fingers search along the counter until they find what he seeks, returning triumphantly with his mobile in their grasp. Lips curve upwards in a grin that seemingly stretches further every time she brings it forth and he furrows his brows, fumbling in an attempt to access his camera. "I have to post this somewhere. No one will believe it otherwise."

[northliights]

𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽  /   𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 .   bold  what   applies   to   your   character  

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs   /     short legs     /  average legs   /    slender thighs  /     thick thighs     /   muscular thighs   /     skinny arms    / soft arms    /   muscular arms   /   toned stomach   /     flat stomach /     flabby stomach     /   soft stomach  /     six pack    /     beer belly     /   lean frame /  muscular frame  /     voluptuous frame     /     petite frame     /    lanky frame    /    short nails /     long nails     /    manicured nails    /     dirty nails   /     flat ass    /   toned ass    /     bubble butt    /   thick ass    /   small waist  /    thick waist    /    narrow hips    /  average hips  /   wide hips  /     big feet    /   average feet /     small feet  /     soft feet   /   slender feet  /   calloused hands   /   soft hands    /     big hands    / average hands  /     small hands     /     long fingers /     short fingers    /     average fingers   /     broad shouldered   /   underweight    / average weight   /     overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm     /     141 cm-150 cm     /     151 cm to 160 cm    /     161 cm to 170 cm   /   171 cm to 180cm /     181 cm to 190 cm    /     191 cm to 2m    /     taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

pale /     rosy    /     olive    /     dark  /     tanned    /     blotchy     /   smooth /     acne     /     dry     /    greasy    /    freckled  /  scarred

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small     /  large    /     average /     grey   /     brown     /     blue     /    green     /   gold    /     hazel     / red / doe - eyed  /     almond   /    close - set   /     wide - set     /    squinty     /     monolid     /  heavy eyelids   /     upturned     /    downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

thin     /    thick   /     fine   /     normal     /     greasy     /     dry   /  soft/     shiny     /   curly   /    frizzy     /     wild    /   unruly   /   straight     /     smooth    /     wavy     /     floppy     /   cropped   /     pixie - cut     /   shoulder length   /   back length   /     waist length     /     buzz cut     /     bald     /     jaw length     /     mohawk     /     grey     /     platinum blonde     /     golden blonde     /    dirty blonde   /     strawberry blonde     /     blonde     /     ombre     /     light brown    /    mouse brown     /     chestnut brown    /     golden brown     /     chocolate brown  /    dark brown  /     jet black     /     ginger     /     auburn     /     dyed red     /     dyed an unnatural color     /     thin eyebrows    / average eyebrows  /   thick eyebrows  

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos /     one tattoo    /     a few here and there  /     multiple     /     full sleeves   /     thigh tattoo    /     neck tattoo   /    chest tattoo     /   no piercings   /  ear piercings  /     nose piercing    /     lip piercing     /     tongue piercing     /     eyebrow piercing     /     navel piercing     /     cheek piercing     /     nipple piercing /     genital piercing  

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner   /     light eyeliner   /     heavy eyeliner     /     cat eyes     /   mascara     /     fake eyelashes     /     matte lipstick   /     regular lipstick    /    lipgloss   /     red lips   /     pink lips     /     dark lips    /     bronzer     /     highlighter     /     eyeshadow     /     neutral eyeshadow     /     smoky eyes     /     colorful eyeshadow     /   blush    /     lipliner     /     light countouring     /     heavy contouring     /     powder     /     matte foundation     /     shiny foundation     /   concealer    /     wears regularly    /   occasionally wears   /   never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral  /     fruity   /    perfumes   /     aftershave    /     cocoa     /   moisturizer   /   shampoo /   scented laundry detergent   /  cigarettes /    leather     /    sweat /     food/    incense    /   marijuana    /     cologne    /    whiskey /    wine     /    fried food     /   blood /     fire    /   metal/    ice  /   sulfur /

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

jeans / tight pants  /     over knee socks     /    tights     /     leggings    /    yoga pants     /     pencil skirt     /     tight skirt   /    loose skirt  /     formfitting dress     /    cardigans /     blouse  /     button up shirt    /    band t - shirt  /    sweatpants / tank top /     wifebeater  /   cutoff t - shirt     /   designer  /     high street     /     online stores     /  thrift /     lingerie     /     long skirt  /     miniskirt    /    maxidress     /    sundress    /    overalls     /   tie     /   tuxedo     /     cocktail dress     /     highslit dress/skirt    /   t - shirt /   loose clothing /   tight clothing  /   jean shorts   /    sweater  /     sweater vest    /     khaki pants    /    suit   /    hoodie /     harem pants     /    leather jacket   /   leather trousers  /   basketball shorts   /    boxers   /    briefs  /   boxer briefs   /     thong     /     hotpants     /     cargo pants/  hipster pants    /     bra   /     sportsbra    /    crop top     /     corset     /     ballerina skirt     /     leotard     /     polka dot     /     stripes     /     glitter     /   silk     /     lace    /     leather    /    velvet    /     chemise     /   patterns    /   florals   /     neon colors     /     pastels    /     black   /    dark colors    /     fur     /     faux fur   /   gloves  /   mask

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers /  high top converse  /     slip - ons     /    flats     /     slippers     /   sandals    /    high heels   /     kitten heels     /   ankle boots     /     combat boots  /     knee - high     /     platforms     /     stripper heels     /     bare feet   /     loafers    /     oxfords    /     gladiator shoes    /   boots   /

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[northliights]

I love this man still and also hate all that he is.

Anais Nïn, from The Diaries of Anais Nïn, Vol. 6: 1955-1966

[northliights]

“She walks with storms in her heart and battles in her eyes.”

— Nicole Lyons

[northliights]

My shift should change soon but, in the meantime, work and mandatory overtime is still trying to kill me, bye. I will return. When? Soon!

[northliights]

I have an interview for a new position at work tomorrow so my shift might be changing. hallelujah! Getting up at 2:30 every morning for work has murdered my ability to be creative. Thank you for your patience both on here and on discord. Ily all!

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"I could fix him" well I could be the one person he's nice to and soft with, while he remains just as unbelievably awful as ever to everyone else <3

[northliights]

Ghosts and demons set somewhere around Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy on the list of Things That Aurora Phillips Does Not Believe In, an opinion formed early in her childhood and one that has yet to be challenged with any veracity...and yet, something about the situation had called to her as she had read the details in the case files, something speaking to her with the voices of the dead - seeking justice, ever restless until their killers were caught and punished for their crimes. It was those voices that drew her here to Whitechapel, the "murder capital of Britain" as the local news had called it, the place where there is no such thing as safe.

She has to admit, there is a vibe here, an air of darkness that leaves her unsettled, nervous energy skittering down her spine like electricity as she hovers in the darkened doorway just cattycorner from the police headquarters, sharp eyes studying the building as if it were her nemesis instead of the nameless, faceless person that has been killing citizens for twisted reasons only they could fathom. Her gaze settles on the glass double doors, the way they catch the light of streetlamps as officers come and go, surprisingly busy for the late hour - but with murders occurring with distressing frequency in the surrounding community, she supposes it only makes sense to increase the presence and activity of law enforcement as a preventive measure.

Not that it's doing a damn bit of good.

Her train of thought is derailed when a tall, blonde man dressed in a black suit emerges from the building, purposeful strides taking him toward the parking lot beside the building, and Aurora slips from her hiding place and hurries across the street before he can reach the Range Rover she knows is his. The usual skirt and heels have been traded for black jeans and low-heeled black boots (a much more practical outfit for stalking a police officer, she reasons) allowing her to approach him with barely a whisper of sound, waiting until she's a mere handful of meters away from him before speaking at last.

"Detective Inspector Chandler? I wonder if I might have a word with you?"

@detectivechandler

[northliights]

Not sure who might have figured this out on their own already, but while clicking on a blog's name will take you to that blog's main page when you're trying to reblog a gif/post/thread (like, WHY tumblr??) if you click on the BLANK SPACE directly to the right of the blog's title, it will take you to the specific post you're on. Seems counterintuitive, but...welcome to tumblr, love.

[northliights]

breaking news: I am not dead. Just busy. I love you all. When Lucas writes I shall return. He claims to be waiting for me. You can see the conundrum. Lots of thoughts, lots of plots. I shall be back when my graphics are all finished.

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A triumphant expression crosses delicate features, one brow arching as blue eyes meet deep brown and an inelegant snort of amusement falls between the two explorers, all pretense of solemnity having vanished once they were safely ensconced within the office. The odds of actually finding Professor Larkin's notes here among the detritus of his career are slim to none, but she consoles herself with the fact that it is one place they would be able to rule out after they complete their search...which leaves roughly three million other places to look for the missing information the good professor had died to protect. The thought is more disheartening than Aurora is willing to let on, so when Zaf fires another question at her she ignores the irreverence of the subject for the sake of bolstering her spirits.

"Sociable and patient? Those are two words I don't think have ever been applied to me personally, so I don't know why I would want...what's thi...careful!" A stack of books, perched precariously on the edge of Larkin's desk, shift as she touches one of the newspapers scattered across the surface, the heavy hardbound volume on top plummeting to the ground mere inches from where Zaf is standing, the corner nearly grazing him on its way down. Those same wide blue eyes stare at him for a moment as if assessing, ensuring he's alright, her lips tight with worry where moments ago there had been laughter, her voice taking on a grim tone. "Know what I'm not a huge fan of? Any of this."

"Ask me that again and I might forget why I agreed to this." It's a warning carried on a laugh, dissipating as easily as any feigned threat behind it and lips part in the flash of a grin as he catches Aurora's eye. Weight shifts as Zaf leans against the wall, dark gaze flickering over the mess of a room they're standing in - how in the hell does she expect to find anything here? "Fine. Yes. I think he has a nice smile. Happy now?" He reaches out, picking up a scrap of paper covered in dust and old coffee stains, brown eyes scanning it for anything useful. "What about you then? I mean, obviously you're a huge fan of the sociable and patient type .... but what else?

@northliights s.c

[northliights]

your muse’s aesthetics as fantasy aesthetics.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes applies to them.

the fairy: chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3AM with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

the reaper: computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

the witch: graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

the wolf: murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

[northliights]

Let her sleep, for when she wakes she will move mountains ©

[northliights]

Aurora is the living embodiment of the "time to do some sketchy shit" song.