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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❝I'm a woman of many surprises,Inspector❞
𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 considered herself as a religious girl. Her family remained devoted to their Catholic cross that hung symbolically around each one of their necks every moment of their beating breaths. Yet, with that fact alone, it made Aurora shun away from the teachings and beliefs that were cherished by so many. If only for the reasoning; if the devil could consider himself a holy man, then surely the whole religion had lost its true meaning.
Though she still found herself sitting in the uncomfortable wooden pews of Small Heath's modest Church for the simple reasoning of never being able to tell Polly no. "Do you believe in hell, Pol?" She asked abruptly, her blue eyes boring into the surprisingly intricate designs of heaven and hell reflecting against one another on the outskirts of a stained glass window that captivated her attention.
Her words managed to cut through the silence and pass towards Polly's ears, as she followed through with her daily task of showing remembrance to the unfortunate souls that didn't board that train back home to England. "I've witnessed many evil cunts in this life that I can only hope are burning there right now." She answered indifferently, her beliefs not something that she choose to look too deeply on, but with the men she has crossed paths with throughout her days, hell was most certainly a pit for their minds to be tortured in. However, with the slightly unusual question, Polly paused in her movements and turned around to face Aurora with furrowed brows. "Why'd you ask?"
Choosing not to meet Polly's quizzical gaze in fear that she will reach down into the depths of her worries and finally snuff out the many secrets she has laid hidden, Aurora's eyes remained fixed on the mesmerising painting. "We're in a Church. That tends to be the place people ask such monumental questions in life in hopes of a remedy for their incurable sadness." She responds vaguely, much to her typical fashion. Yet, as the words left her lips, there was something foreign woven beneath it all that only caused spikes of concern to raise in Polly's protective nature.
Luckily for Aurora, Polly never got the chance to further prod her for answers on this so called 'sadness' as with a thundering slam, the doors to the Church was pushed open to welcome in the unfamiliar adversary into their midsts. "A gentleman would take off his hat and put out his pipe." Polly snarked, venom clear in her voice as she turned back around to her task of lighting the candles. Likewise, Aurora didn't make any movement to turn around to greet their guest, even after his attempted act of disobedience at the noise of his pipe being slammed against the pews behind her. "I see you Specials only dare to come here when you know the boys are away at the fair."
