Serendipity--> Rora

[PRESTON RYAN PHILLIPS]

The night had a low rolling echo forming, as Preston walked through the pub. Some reason, his buddies thought it would be a good thing if they brought him out and check out the scence. Grimacing as he was getting dressed, this was one thing he didn’t want to do, for all the memories came roaring back screaming at him to stop and just kick a tall glass of whiskey and not leave the apartment. Yet instead he put on pair of slacks, and a button up shirt and headed out of his ever looming apartment. Shedding away all the shards that were placed into his soul from the lingering girl from his past, of course he was way over her but that didn’t mean he wanted to just go around screwing every single chick he saw, really it had been awhile since he slept with one—one thing was his fear of commitment, instead he just placed himself at the hospital and became a work-a-holic. Wanting only the best, not letting anyone get in his way to going to the top.

Once in downtown London, and after he entered the establishment, Preston’s group of friends wasn’t hard to miss, they were situated in the back corner of the pub with pitchers of beer around them. Smiling, he took a deep breath and walked towards them and figured to dismiss the smell of cigarettes and all the leering looks. Drifting his long fingers through his blonde locks, Preston placed one of his infamous false smiles and gathered himself. Tonight was due to be a good night, besides they were at the pub, and perhaps tonight he would sing and just let loose. Rolling his shoulders and hearing the faint cracking noise coming from them, he was finally as the table. “Hey guys—“ He scooted in next to one of the pediatrics doctors from the upper ward, while he was still able to watch all the people come and in out of the smoke light bar. Grabbing a glass he filled it up with the golden liquid and let it stream down his throat as he joined in conversation, all the dark thoughts from before had drifted silently away without causing harm as usual.

[RORA CELESTINE DELVIN]

The muggle world still baffled her from time to time and usually it happened when she had thought she’d seen everything. It was a wonder to her that Witches and Wizards deny such a beautiful world—without knowing much about them. All the necessities that muggles lacked were covered by nifty little gadgets they made, some that never failed to baffle her. Just the other day she had discovered the use of a rather peculiar box called the television—and the things it did were rather mind boggling. Aurora couldn’t stop watching the blasted thing—it was rather addictive, like the Wizarding Wireless Soaps, only with this television device, Rora could actually see what she was hearing. Amazing. It had taken her a while to get used to living with muggles; at first she had been like any other sort nosed witch—considering muggles nothing more than dirty animals, but as time dwindled on by, Aurora realized the lies that she had lived with for so long. These people were nothing to be ashamed of—in fact, she was sure some of them were a great deal smarter than wizards. The technology alone still amazed her. They had figured out their own way to live without magic and maybe if Aurora had been bred in this world—she too would understand the physics of their every move.

It was an offset night and even though she had been lounging in her apartment before, Rora had the vaguest need to go out. The night was far too beautiful and staying at home obsessing over a big black box that replayed pictures inside of it wasn’t going to help her. Sluggishly, she had gotten dressed, a red v-necked jumper and a pair of black slacks that matched. She had the hang of muggle dressing by now and really, it wasn’t all that hard as magical folk made it to be. Grabbing her wand—and sliding it against the edge of her boots, she placed her usual wards in her apartment, before walking down the long flights of stairs. She lived in the heart of London—the buzzing smell of sweets, children laughing playing and running around all the time but most of all—the dimly lit lights of the night amazed her to no end. She loved it here—it was much more freeing than being stuck in that large ridiculous manor—out here—with these enchanting people, Rora was free—she was able to breathe again without looking behind her back to see if anyone was behind her.

She walked through the rather vacant streets of Lincoln Square—her eyes catching the barest flecks of lights and the sweet smell of fluorescence in the air. A vague smile curled against the side of her lips and silently hugging her frame, she guilelessly walked—feeling much better now that she was outside, being greeted by the icy trails of fresh air. Aurora continued walking—London block after London block, until she finally reached Hyde Park, it really wasn’t that far from her apartment—and one of the reasons she loved coming here—especially at night was to gaze up at the stars. Sure it was a bit petty—but Aurora loved staring up into the moon filled sky searching for stars—hoping to find some sort of answer written beneath the warm bed of lights that captivated the sky above. A warm smile reached her lips as she smelled the sweet scent of oak trees and premature flowers blooming against the blades of the grass. Each step she took relaxed her—and every single time she found herself here—Aurora was lost to its ambiance. She still had no idea how such a common place as a park could completely rid her of all her worries. Finding her bench, she took a seat—feeling the cold stone of the park bench hit her back, even that was relaxing. Letting out the breath that she had been holding in—Aurora leaned back against the bench—her closing rhythmically—to take in the serenity. Once again, being in her safe haven, she felt at peace with the world—and Aurora had a feeling that nothing could ever go wrong, not when she was here.

`TAGGED: PRESTON ?!
`WORDS: 710 ?!
`NOTES: I LOVE MY PRESTON ?!
`LYRICS: I DUNNO ?!
`LISTENING TO: NONE ?!
`CREDIT TO: RORA from COSMO

[PRESTON RYAN PHILLIPS]

The worlds tumbled in and out, as Preston sat there at the table listening to the all too casual conversations that were happening around him. Buzzing sounds were really all he caught from everything going on around him. Sliding his finger underneath the collar of his shirt, he let the somewhat musky air inside, some reason the room seemed to get extremely hot as he felt sweat trickle down the small of his back. Racking his hands through his dirty blonde hair, while his mind whirled around, taking a quick sip of his beer. Preston realized at that moment he had to get out of there. Forming a quick irritated smile, he just nodded at the doctor that was sitting next to him, the name of the guy with neatly cut brown hair slipped from his memory bank as he muttered, “Going to grab some fresh air—continue on without me, eh?” With a quick nod from his peer, Preston got up, wondering what the hell had happened to him.

Usually he could last a whole night, but tonight he had that urge to leave and get some fresh air. Perhaps the stars were out in Hyde Park, for he needed something to drag out his mind out of all the worries and despair that managed to creep into his mind tonight. Once the doors of the bar swung open, the unusually warm air wafted around his features, as he inhaled a deep breath of the night air. Glancing up to the night sky, he saw all the stars twinkling brightly above him---letting a slow smile break across his features. Preston started walking towards the park, hoping to have a calm night, feeling the restless breeze flutter against his dampened skin. Thoughts poured through the barriers he had managed to put, that girl---managed to enter his thoughts like a cancerous cell. Growing mightier and tougher with each step, clenching his fists by his side, Preston just walked on.


That night a few years back was one he did not want to remember easily, for he was young and foolish falling in love with the girl that truly didn’t love him back. Of course she probably did for the first six months of their relationship but after that, the lies and deceits started to come into play. At first it was small things like where money slipped off to, and the big kicker was where she was spending her nights. She stated it was just with her ‘best friend’ but that was a lie he discovered later on. They were sitting in the living room, cuddled up on the couch, as he held her and they watched the local news on the television prior to heading off to bed. With the click of the television, he just gazed into her eyes and noticed something wasn’t right about the situation. Right then and there, she confessed she had fallen for another guy and hadn’t done anything with him but really wanted too. She lacked the yearning for him, and he was boring her. A fight erupted afterwards but it wasn’t long lasting for she already had a suitcase ready and she headed out to her Toyota Camry and drove off to where ever she was heading.


Taking a step onto the plush grass, Preston tugged on the sleeves of his blue sweatshirt as he felt a nip in the air. Shaking his head, he let his mind purge the thoughts that were planting roots in his mind—taking a deep breath, he let his blue eyes scan the horizon as he came across a women’s figure sitting on a bench across the way. There was something about her that just called out to him; maybe it was the way she just sat there or the way her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders as she gazed upwards towards the heavens above. Even though he really couldn’t make her out, something was calling her out to him, as he inhaled a deep scent of the oak trees that surrounded the park. Picking up his pace, he walked over towards the bench where the lady sat, and he hoped that she wouldn’t mind some company on this glorious night. Walking up to her, he was entranced by her smell---it was a scent of all to feminity but defiantly unique. “Mind if I join you on your bench?” He asked in a pleasant voice, as he sat down at the edge of the bench, looking her over once, once again was entranced by the natural beauty she encased. Letting his dark blue eyes slowly rise up to the stars above, he commented “Absolutely stunning, isn’t it? A million specks of dust lining the heavens—just a special show for our viewing pleasure—just unbelievable. My favorite is Cassiopeia—which according to Greek mythology, it was considered to represent the vain queen, Cassiopeia herself, who boasted about her unrivaled beauty.” He stopped talking, letting the air float between them, as he kept looking up at the stars above, feeling all the stressors of the day waft away.

[RORA CELESTINE DELVIN]

The beauty of the night intensified with each fleeting second, every breath she breathed in seemed much more tranquil and melodical than the last. There was a harmony about this park alone that she couldn’t put her finger on and no matter how hard she tried, it was just another one of the many perplexities in her life. Feeling the chilled wind waft through the pillars against the pillars of her skin, Aurora closed her eyes, losing herself into the sweet diplomatic night and the slow buzzing of the pond nearby. The stimulating aroma of oak followed her nostrils, along with the smell of rain soaked glass and flourishing flowers. Aurora could literally taste the spring in the air and she loved every bit of it. More often than not, she found herself here; whether it was just to enjoy the passive standpoint of this place or get away from the schedule of her routine life, this was always her haven, her own little clandestine world where she came to fix all of life’s tribulations and trails.

Every single time she made another bad pronouncement, Aurora came here to feel better. Every time the weight of the culpability pressed against her shoulders, it was this park that made the remorse go away. Every time she missed home, she came here—closing her eyes and pretending for a fraction of a second that she was back in her world—enjoying a normal spouse free life. Life as a muggle would have been much harder to adjust to if she didn’t have this place—but Aurora silently thanked the gods above for letting her find this place. Leisurely opening her eyes, she fixated her gaze the sharp beady blades of the grass. They looked as if they were freshly cut—Aurora could smell the weight of the razor sliding across the pricky trails of grass making each and every strand stand up equally like the rest. Each particle of this place screamed precision and it made her sometimes wonder if it was crafted by wizards. Surely no muggle would be proficient enough to make such a splendid place. Sometimes if she walked in certain areas, she could fee a warm jostling of magic, but most of the time Aurora blew it off as a swing in the wind. Yet—there were many unveiling stories about the wizarding world she had no idea about. Especially considering her linage, they hadn’t allowed her to research much on the muggleworld and back then, Aurora didn’t want to. She had the same idealistic views as her parents but now, she only wished she had learned as much about these fascinating people as she could.

The chill of the air made her shiver just a little and self-consciously Aurora pulled down her the sleeves of her red camisole. Perhaps she should have worn a jacket, it was much too cold to be out here like this. And it wasn’t as if she could just pull out her wand and cast a heating charm on herself. There were so many things she had to avoid, so many small bits of comfort she missed. The mere causality of doing magic wherever she wanted was void, there were so many little rules to follow, but still—this world was far less complex than her own. She was happy here—even if she had to put up with irregularities of some muggle traits. Allowing a smile to curve around the side of her face, she leaned back against the bench—possibly to gaze longingly in the light-kissed moon which glared down wistfully down on the green grounds. Aurora was about to take her last whiff of air and get up—but a deep voice stopped her, and halting quite steady, she turned around, coming face to face with an extremely handsome man. She felt her stomach plummet just a bit. It had been a while since she had felt anything remotely close to desire, but—this man—made something inside her churn.

As much as it surprised Rora, it scared her that much more—and now, it seemed as if leaving was the best idea. For some reason—the relaxed posture of the man seemed to intimidate her. And the soft murmurs of his voice, enticed her—made her want to automatically lean up towards his frame just to hear him speak again. Animatedly, Aurora moved back just a tiny bit, her eyes watching him curiously from beneath her long lashes. It had been much too long since anyone had called out her company—or even included her in a conversation, without her enticing it first. Underneath the pale streaming light of the moon, this man had seen her, it was strange to think about it. This place was supposed to be her save sanctuary—whenever she was here, never once did she ever open her mouth to speak. It was all just an assortment of mingled thoughts spanning through the niches of her mind. Hesitantly, she dropped her gaze and perhaps out of habit, she fumbled with the edges of her camisole once again. It was strange having a muggle have such an effect on her, Aurora really didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the loitering euphoria about this place that made her see something that wasn’t there, perhaps it was the way the moonlight licked the corners of his face and possibly, it would be that dimpled smile of his—and the moment her eyes caught it, it seemed more than difficult to look away.

Pondering silently over what to exactly say—Aurora settled on nothing. Instead, she gave him a rather warm smile, a smile that most did not get the pleasure to see. Nights like these deserved more, mere placid conversations weren’t enough to embrace the ambiance of the night. She allowed herself to gaze back up at the stars, finding her favorite dog star twinkling beneath the dark blanket of the sky—it never failed to fill her up with this serene hope, that everything was meant to work out accordingly. All she had to do for now was duck it through. And eventually—all the trials and tribulations Aurora had put up with for so many years, will finally come hither in the dark ethereal night of this lonely London Spring. The seconds trailed on by, one after the other—yet there was no tension swelling between them, just the intimacy of the night air intermingling with the calamity of her thoughts. It was a while before Aurora could allow herself to look at him once more and again, she was caught off guard by his good-looks. The picture perfect view that he presented himself to be—seemed to fairy tale-like; the long mane of blonde hair glistening in the moonlight, pale protuberant blue eyes that literally made her stomach flip and lastly that winning smile that made everything else disappear. Aurora silently wondered whether or not this was fate playing some unruly trick on her—or maybe he was just a figment of her imagination, she just couldn’t allow herself to believe that something this enchanting could be real. But then again—this park was real—maybe its inhabitants were too. Hesitantly smiling at him—her eyes searching his own, she spoke in a lazy voice, her body posture relaxing against the stone of the bench. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”

`TAGGED: PRESTON ?!
`WORDS: 1238 ?!
`NOTES: I LOVE MY PRESTON ?!
`LYRICS: I DUNNO ?!
`LISTENING TO: NONE ?!
`CREDIT TO: RORA from COSMO

[PRESTON RYAN PHILLIPS]

Time passed between the both of them, a certain familiarity filled the void for there was no awkwardness. It seemed as if they were supposed to meet up and sit on this bench together. Peacefully gazing up at the stars above, letting time pass between them, for they didn’t seem like complete strangers. Turning towards her, Preston took another glance over the girls figure and let his gaze linger on the beautiful set of lips and the smile that accompied it. It fit her features delicately, drawing out the smoothness of her face and those lips were to die for and Preston wondered how it would be to watch her speak, as those soft, elegant lips moved. Taking awhile to concentrate on her frame, from a doctor’s point of view, the women was defiantly younger then he was really it was tough to touch upon an age but the natural beauty she held was fantastic and surely she worked out on a daily basis or just got blessed with good genes. Returning his gaze back towards the twinkling stars above, he noted the beauty of Cassiopeia and perhaps tonight was fated to have two strangers meet up at random on a starlight night.

The smoothness of the spring air that filtered between them, drew in the smell of the women next to him and inhaling deeply. The smell that came off of her was one that ousted all the other smells in the area. Very pleasant to say the least, yet something triggered a deep memory as Preston just continued looking upwards wondering what he could say next. Finding his mind heading back towards the time when he had first met his ex-fiancé, it had been a busy day at the hospital when he had decided to take an early lunch break prior to anything major happening for at that moment he had been working in the emergency room and who knew when the next major causality came rolling in. Grabbing some offhanded sandwiches that were supposedly stuff with tuna and lettuce but the outsides told a different story. There was this blonde haired beauty sitting at the table and he managed to sit down with her. Immediately conversation started and never stopped until they had to part ways. Letting his mind filter back to the present time, he once again let his gaze drop from the heavens above as he looked over towards the girl sitting next to him on the bench. Hearing her voice for the first time, there eyes locked and he was washed away by the beauty of those deep blue orbs and how tranquil her voice was. At the moment he realized they held something deeper, for they spent an awful amount of time before she even spoke to him but it wasn’t unnatural or awkward, just pleasant. Which was more then he could say about his past relationships.

Leaning back on the bench, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he just smiled warmly at her. A small laugh broke free from his lips as she stated the obvious about it being a lovely night. As the moonlight basked over their bodies casting them into their own little world inside of the park, Preston responded back, “Defiantly is lovely out here—just feels nice to get away from it all. You know the daily stressors just wash away when I look up to the stars. By the way, my name is Preston---“ He said with a warm smile as he held out his hand waiting for her to grasp it. As he gazed into the depths of her blue eyes and felt everything once more wash away.