Aurora Routledge

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[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

“Born under the sun, raised by the tide. Loyalty runs deep, and I don’t back down. #PogueLife #RoutledgeStrong”

Aurora Leia Routledge
Original Character
Planned Ship with @CutBornChaos
He showed me what love is
WT #VeiledInCrimson

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[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

@tidesofkie What’s going on?

[changing . @OBXKooksNPogues]

People we hope to find

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

@Princessxkookx How are you ?

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

@Princessxkookx Good morning …..

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

She smiled up at him, soft and inviting, waiting for whatever came next while the alcohol made her bold and her body stayed close, warm, and unsteady.

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

Aurora let out a soft, tipsy laugh as she brushed past him, the warmth of his hand on her waist sending a little spark through the tequila haze. She didn’t pull away—in fact, she leaned into it for just a second,

[Trevor Maybank @CutBornChaos]

@FierceInTheFall you’re not begging me for anything, got it?”As she brushed past him, he shut the door behind them, his hand lingering at her waist a second longer than necessary.

“…and you’re not staying out there alone,” he added under his breath, more to himself than to her.

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

Aurora swayed again, giggling as she steadied herself against him, her palm pressing more firmly against his warm skin. “So… are you gonna kick me out, or are you gonna help a girl sober up a little? Or… maybe not sober up. Your choice, big guy.”

[Miaw @Miaw]

us.

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

“Don’t leave me out here… It’s cold and I’m all… alone and drunk and thinking about you.”
She looked up at him with that hazy, hopeful grin, waiting, her heart thudding louder than the alcohol buzzing in her head.

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

starter for @CutBornChaos

The world was spinning in the best and worst way possible as Aurora stumbled up the familiar front steps, her heels clicking unevenly on the concrete. The black lace top she’d worn earlier clung to her skin, one thin strap slipping down her shoulder,

[Aurora Routledge @FierceInTheFall]

One hand stayed on his chest while the other gripped his arm, warm and unsteady.