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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❝Us women have to stick together, don't you agree?❞
𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 a bold bloody red from head to toe, lips stained with the same colour, the striking blonde waltzed down the dirtied cobbled streets heading in the direction of the infamous Garrison pub. Though while most women flock in that direction in hopes of catching the eye of one of the devilish Peaky Blinders brothers, wishing for a night of heart pounding electricity, Aurora found herself drawn to the pub for a much different reason.
From the tweetings of her little birds, there appeared to be a new stranger gracing the grounds of the dank and grimy town that Small Heath established for itself. Her delicate beauty and empty background almost falling in parallel with Aurora's own story, so much so that it couldn't stop the spiralling thirst Aurora obsessed over as she worried over her own dark secrets that she had so far skillfully hidden. The question remaining if Grace Burgess was in possession of an equally threatening life herself.
So with the glorious power she felt filtering through her veins, Aurora pushed open the clouded door to the building and in turn drew the rowdiness of the football hooligans into a peaceful silence as they all turned to stare at the women. Stopping in her strides in an act of innocence to this surprised attention, Aurora flashed them a snake charmer's smile before the captivating sound of glasses of ale being placed down on the bar behind them brought back the boy's attention to their one true love.
While the men resumed their camaraderie and boyish excitement for the upcoming match, Aurora continued on her path to the bar, thanks to some fine young gentleman stepping out of her way to grant her some room. "Harry, how are we doing on this fine morning?" She greeted, drawing said man stumbling over to her with a clumsy smile.
"Aurora, wh-what are you doing here?" He stuttered, in slight shock that the women had decided to make her appearance in his establishment, it definitely being a large change from the usual drunks or local gangsters that normally pass through.
A lighthearted chuckle fell from her lips in that moment, the sound so airy and melodic that it could even melt the coldest of hearts down to that of a lovesick fool. "I get thirsty just like the rest of you, so I thought I'd come and get a drink." She replied, but there was that mischievous glint in her eyes that told Harry otherwise. "And I've also heard about a certain new barmaid that I haven't had the chance to meet yet." Her gaze dancing across his shoulder to the petite blonde, eyeing them curiously.
Upon the realisation that she was the topic of discussion, Grace quickly wiped her hands on her apron and made her way over to the pair with an endearing shyness that already had Aurora taking a shine to the girl. A naive kind women always managing to tug at her damaged heart. "Oh um, I'm Grace." She introduced with a soft smile, stretching out her hand towards the woman.
