brendon urie imagines

I Hate The Word Toil

Aurora's POV:

Aurora Urie.

Aurora Urie.

Aurora Urie.

Aurora Urie.

AURORA FUCKING URIE-

"Roar, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh w-what?" I managed.

Brendon let out an breathy and lazy chuckled. I smiled adoringly at it.

"Your love should be administered."

He smiled back in the same way, same love being scattered. For once not breaking in the act. It was nice, really. A lovey-dovey day, I'm guessing.

"Hey, babe?" Brendon strung.

I manifested a curious look, encouraging him to ask his question or admit his comment.

"What are we gonna do today?"

He inched closer to me, propping an arm over my shoulder where his head was left to lay.

The truth is, I don't really care. We could honestly do whatever today and I couldn't care less.

Although, I did have something in mind.

"Anything, really. But, I was thinking was thinking we could look through some old pictures of us to form something for the wedding."

Brendon laughed lightly, "Baby, you do realize we just got engaged a week ago."

I shot him a pleading look.

"But since you're so cute and I'm just as excited, I guess we could."

I beamed and cheered at that, probably twinkling. I love this boy.

And without a single respite, me and Brendon were up and searching the house for any picture or memory from our time being together.

I learned that the pictures Brendon had used for his scrapbook were simply ones he took to capture a specific memory and then kept in his journal immediately. So, it would be pretty fair.

It didn't take too long for us to find the pictures. We didn't want to find all of them, either. Cause some were meant to be kept until we grew elder.

Although this fact remained true, me and Brendon did discover a dark brown photo album, seemingly from 2006.

"Want me to put something in?" Brendon asked, gesturing towards the the CD player.

I nodded, indifferently. Eh.

After sitting down, Brendon plopped the album in between both of us on the floor. The music shuttered to a start and it was finally time to embrace our memories together.

"We shall begin."

I opened the smooth leather cover to reveal a clear, plastic slip with a 3 by 3 set of pictures. I took the first one and Brendon took the last one as a silent agreement that we would meet each other in the middle to look at the picture together.

Brendon took his picture as I took mine.

This picture was.. interesting.

My hair was put into a sloppy ponytail with a couple clips holding the stray hairs. I was wearing an unzipped, magenta sweatshirt and underneath a gray t-shirt peaking through. Of course, a pair of navy blue jeans and black converse. I noticed I only wore mascara.

Brendon, on the other hand, was wearing a red t-shirt with a black sweatshirt zipped up almost all the way. There was lettering on the sweatshirt, but it was almost unreadable. His dark hair was combed to the side and he made a pouty and suggestive, mocking kissy-face.