foul is fair

andrew. 59 24. vampire. tragedy runs through your veins the way most people have blood.

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AURELIA.

        Sitting at the bar felt wrong. But being alone in her apartment felt even worse. After the news had been broadcasted throughout the building, Aurelia had been determined to get her mind off of the situation. She wasn’t even entirely certain if she was feeling anything at all. She knew she should have been in mourning; her sister had been brutally murdered. But mourning something who had detested you for centuries felt like a waste of time. There were better things she should have been doing with her time, but still she couldn’t help this hollow feeling inside her, like she was missing something she hadn’t known she needed. Sensing another presence, she held up her untouched drink in salute. “Mourn with me?” she asked, though the note of sarcasm she had meant to lace her words with fell flat.

     Seeing Aurelia looking less than pleased didn’t surprise Andrew. No matter how much you dislike your family, losing them is hard and while he had been much younger than she is, he still knew what it felt like. The news hadn’t surprised him either. He didn’t Lorelai save for the times he’d heard about her but the one thing he’d always been aware of was her need for attention, part of him wanted to pretend none of this had even happened just to spite her. “Not much to mourn, but there’s no one I would rather do it with.” He slid into the seat next to her, ordering a whiskey. “How’re you holding up?”

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souls laid bare | ashton & andrew

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ASHTON.

Ashton jumped at the sound of the knocks, his mind turning them into gun shots as he brought his arms over his head and tucked them between his knees. A whimper escaped him mouth as his breathing became sporadic, he thought it was supposed to stop, why did it get louder? He tried to be quiet. Quiet makes it go away. No it didn’t.

He felt the door push against his back and he scrambled away from it. Great now he was physically hallucinating too, wasn’t he? But he heard his name amongst the noise in his head, it wasn’t said with fear, or hatred, or agony, but softness. He tried to take deeper breathes, calming himself down and trying to make his throat hurt less as he spoke with a cracked voice, “Uh.. y- yeah. Yeah come in..”

     The tone to Ashton’s voice made a mix of anxiety and sadness twist in Andrew’s gut as he pushed the door the rest of the way open. The bottle of wine in his hand almost hit the ground at the sight of Ashton on the floor, crying. Somewhere deep in his mind Andrew had viewed Ashton as a rock, unshakable and unbreaking, but despite the fact that picture was shattering he didn't feel surprise, rather something close to relief.

     He shut the door behind him, placing the wine on the ground and dropping onto his knees beside Ashton. He reached out, not quite touching Ashton but close enough that he could feel the heat from his hands. “Ashton, it’s me, it’s Andrew. You’re here at Altolusso. You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.” He paused to swallow. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

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souls laid bare | ashton & andrew

@ashtonfinryder | closed starter 

  The hallway was quiet as the elevator doors opened, letting Andrew off with a bottle of pinot noir clutched in his hand. The plush carpet effectively silenced his steps as he made his way to Ashton’s door, silently wishing he’d had a cigarette before heading up since he wasn’t sure how long until he’d be able to go for one.

    He knocked lightly on the door, tucking his hand in his jean pocket as he waits for Ashton to answer. He waited for a moment, before he catches the sound of sobs on the other side of the door. Andrew leaned closer, trying to make certain it was Ashton but he couldn’t quite tell. With all the courage in him he twisted the handle, pushing the door open a crack. “Ashton? It’s Andrew. Can I come in?”

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TRISTAN.

Tristan eyed the other bowl of ice cream for a moment before letting his gaze return to the television screen. He was the millennial here, so, technically — didn’t he have the advantage here?

“Please,” he elbowed Andrew’s side, an easy grin sliding across his face. “Is that a challenge, dude?” Moo Moo Meadows was Tristan’s quick and obvious choice — it was what he always chose, and what he was best at. “I still don’t get how you managed to install this thing by yourself. Aren’t you, like, eighty? Give or take a few?”

     Andrew faked an offended expression as he turned to look at Tristan. “First, I’m not even sixty and we had video game systems like this when i was a kid, they haven’t changed that much. If anything they’ve gotten easier.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Tristan picked an easy course. He was making jokes about him being old but he wouldn’t even really challenge him.

     “Second, yes, that was a challenge. Are you scared I’m gonna beat you?”

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describe ur character in one song

Can’t Take Back the Bullet - Hey Violet

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@tristanrivera | closed starter

     “We should do Bowers’s Castle.” Andrew called from the kitchen as he shut the freezer door with his shoulder before walking into the living room, carrying two bowls of ice cream. “Or anything that isn’t Rainbow Road. I fucking hate that course.” He placed one of the bowls of ice cream on the coffee table and dropped himself back on the couch with the other, propping his feet on the table as he ate a spoonful. 

     “Actually,” He said around a mouthful. “You can pick the course, I’m still gonna kick your ass anyway.”

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GWEN.

Once she realized it was Andrew, she immediately looked to her side and lightened her tone with a smile his way. Andrew– god, when had she last seen him? She checked in on him every now and then (like she did with everyone she knew needed checking in on) to make sure he was still going, but didn’t except to see him at the event. Seeing him in a suit was a spectacle in itself.

“Oh, please, tell me about it– I have a bounty out for my head. I’m sure they would have shot me on sight if they didn’t want to ruin the event.” she mused to him, noticing he had no drink in hand and here she was, teetering on drunk. “No, god no. If I could you know I’d burn this place to the ground. What about you, though? How you feeling?”

     “All things considered that’s probably not a question you want answered. I’m glad to see you though. Especially not dead. Or not more dead than you already were.” Andrew took the seat next to her, glad that she wasn’t opposed to his company. 

     He could smell the alcohol on her breath from here—not that was particularly surprising—and motioned to the bartender to bring him a drink so she wasn’t drinking alone, not that it seemed to bother her. “Who’d you piss off enough to get a bounty? I always thought that was a thing from the movies.” He took a swig from the glass placed in front of him. “Did you come to tempt fate, then? You can’t tell me your optimistic enough to believe this isn’t gonna all go to hell.”

[andrewjpowell-blog]

sms | ashton & andrew

ashton: I am pretty cold so.

ashton: wow, that's a hard bargain you drive. basically taking my sugar and running with it.

andrew: nah, you're pretty hot

andrew: I probably won't run. the sugar might spill

[andrewjpowell-blog]

"do you feel guilty about your life as a person?"

     “I think everyone feels guilty about some things in their past. Everyone does stuff they aren’t proud of or even things they probably shouldn’t have done. Does that make everyone a bad person? No, it doesn’t.”

[andrewjpowell-blog]

GWEN.

Gwen had brought herself to the event for one sole purpose: to get any useful information she possibly could from observation. Gwen had never gotten herself close enough to Lorelai or Sebastian to get any good details she could use for the future, but now was her chance. So, Gwen had dressed herself head to toe in black and showed up, against the warnings and better judgement of being murdered. 

Gwen had already gone through countless drinks by the time she saw the figure pull up next to her, and Gwen didn’t even look over before she began to talk. “Listen, if you’re here to harass me, you can move along. I’d hate to have a fight already break out at this romantic event.” she said, continuing to sip her drink.

     Andrew could count the number of times he’d worn a suit on one hand, and it was still as uncomfortable as ever, no matter how good he looked in it. He wondered, briefly, if getting drunk would make the event more or less enjoyable but dismissed the thought since it didn’t really matter. He searched the crowd for a familiar face, saw a few too many, and settled for approaching one of the few people he trusted to not give him yet another rant about how magical this all was.

     “Sounds like you’re having an interesting evening.” Andrew commented, an eyebrow raised in question. “You get a lot of people harassing you at this—what was the word you used? Ah, yes, romantic event. I’m not going to have to listen to you tell me about how great this is too am I?”

[jackdonaghy]

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cool air | ashton & andrew

@ashtonfinryder | closed starter

     If Andrew heard one more person say that this truce was the answer to everyone’s prayers he thought he might be sick. It wasn’t that he necessarily disagreed with them, it was more that he knew that no one thing could be the solution to everything. Still, he continued to mingle about the overheated ballroom, trying to remain on the outskirts of the crowd while talking to people he’d seen around the building until his head was spinning trying to keep track of all the conversation’s he’d had.

     It didn’t take long for him to get lost in the throng of expensive outfits and effervescent champagne and by the time he realized he was almost in the middle of the ballroom floor and had already begun to feel trapped. Crowds had never been Andrew’s thing—it had been one of his parent’s concerns regarding the trip to Disneyland 41 years ago and nothing had changed—and crowds where half the attendee’s would happily rip him to shreds if they could didn’t sound anymore enjoyable than regular ones. 

     He tried to avoid attracting attention as he pushed his way back through, passing the bar and walking as fast as he could as soon as he was free of the bulk of people. The cool outside air felt like a relief on his skin as soon as the door opened and he stood there for a moment, just enjoying the peace before walking a ways away from the door and pulling off his jacket to lean on the wall.

[sidestuiff]

Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

[mementomorri]

sidestuiff:

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

† for a kiss to say good bye forever.

✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

[kieraknightley]

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sms | ashton & andrew

ashton: too bad your coffee's a little bitter rn.

ashton: alright fine, you make the bargain then.

andrew: that's cold ashton

andrew: how about i come get some sugar, you see how great i look, and then i go home and drink my coffee in peace

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Unholy Onion || Andrew & Arthur

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ARTHUR.

The buzz of chatter and clinking glasses filled the Grand Ballroom as vampires and lycans alike milled around the room and tried to look like they weren’t holding their collective breaths. Arthur too was waiting, watching for some shift to occur and the violence to start. The chair he sat on, positioned at a table conveniently placed near the door, felt like a landmine. One wrong move and everything would go up in flames.

He took a sip from the third glass of wine he’d had tonight, his fingers tense and too tight around the stem. “God, this is gonna be such a shit show,” he mumbled into the rim of his glass, leaning back in his seat and slouching down. The suit he was wearing was old, out of fashion by at least a decade. Arthur hadn’t bothered buying a new one, didn’t see the point of it, but now he wished he had because being underdressed was almost as noticeable as being overdressed.

“Ten pounds says this goes sideways in less than two hours,” he said to Andrew, who was sitting somewhere nearby. Andrew was probably the only one in the room he’d say something like this to, and conveniently enough the only one Arthur was comfortable betting against. He slid his wallet out of his pocket and placed two bank notes on the table between them, his eyebrow raised.

@andrewjpowell

     This was the nicest party Andrew had ever been to, not that he had been to many in the first place. Everyone in the ballroom was dressed to the nines in expensive suits and fancy dresses, carrying around glasses of wine like they could get drunk off them and talking like any of them actually had anything important to say. He’d laugh at the irony of being here if the thought of what to happen to get him to this point didn’t make him sick.

     He hadn’t touched the glass of champagne he’d asked for, in was still sitting on the little napkin the server had placed it on, condensation coating the sides but he picked it up and down a majority of the glass in one gulp. He glanced at Arthur as he spoke, an amused smirk working it’s way into his face. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

     He let his gaze wander the room, spotting the higher-ups in attendance and considered how much everyone would be willing to put on a show for them. He dug his wallet out of the suit he’d bought a week ago, the first one that hadn’t been a hand me down, and yanked out a tenner. “It’s gonna take at least three hours with Margot, Aaliyah and Romulus around. Everyone’s going to do the best to be on their best behaviour. Until they’re not, of course.”

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hey remember that time u shot ur bf hahah good times right

     “I try not to remember, nor would I call it a good time.”