From Eden

Babe, there's something lonesome about you. Something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me. No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me. Annalise.

[cmrnprk]

“You’re really not going to let this go, will you?”, she asked with a sigh, ice was pressed firmly into the knuckles of her left hand. “I said I was fine and the other person won’t be a bother again, so what does it really matter?”

[annaliseayers-blog]

Annalise let out a resigned sigh, concern creasing her brows as dark eyes flickered once again to the other’s knuckles. She took a seat, mentally battling whether or not she did truly want to let the matter rest. “Never pegged you for a left hook.” She finally said, a hint of forced levity clinging to the edges of her words. Her lower lip was momentarily pulled between her teeth, head tilting slightly. “You’re sure you’re alright?”

[lacrxnwntrs]

She’d known, well and truly that stepping back into the city would leave her little time at all before she threw herself back into work; while the last few months without it had been.. welcome, it made her skin itch to know how much work she’d come back to. With wedding season right around the corner, as it always seemed to be, sourcing products that she relied on was a painful necessity if she were to constantly deliver the best. “Hydrangea or Lily of the valley?” She asked, the footsteps she’d heard behind her already slowed to a near stop before she even thought to greet them properly. “I’m undecided.”

[annaliseayers-blog]

“Depends on the occasion, darlin’.” Annalise hummed, fingers delicately tracing the soft petals of the rose in front of her. She’d always rather hated roses. It was a flower that was used to say too many things. I’m sorry, I love you you, get well soon. It was the easy choice. “But. Nonprofessional opinion. Lily of the valley has always been my favorite.” She said, wrinkling her nose. “Plus. Protection from evil spirits, if you believe in all that. And it’s just really pretty, if you don’t.” 

[ronnievittori]

⇥ Spoon Island outside of the Estate

The fresh air was a much needed contrast from the stuffy atmosphere that the entire party held. It wasn’t that she wasn’t having fun, it was impossible to not have fun at an event where the alcohol flowed so freely. It was more so the fact that it all was just a bit overwhelming. Trying to party, trying to take in the entire manor, and trying to decide if ghosts were real or not. So Bex took a break, she stepped outside with her heels in one hand and another drink in the other. There was a spooky quality about being outside, but that wasn’t a shock at the stories she heard of the supposed supernatural force that resided here. Hearing foot steps behind her she turned slightly, taking in the approaching guest. “I’m slightly disappointed you’re not one of the many ghosts I’ve heard about all night.”

[annaliseayers-blog]

The New Orleans native had never said no to a party, when she could help it. But there was something about the manor that set her on edge. Maybe it was because her roots in the city ran deep, weaving through seven generations — and her mother had made remarks about how ‘that place just ain’t no good.’ Or maybe it was just that she was a whole-hearted believer in bad energy, at the very least. She’d had a drink (or several) in hopes of muting her superstition, but all she’d managed to do was dull it. In need of fresh air, the fortune teller picked off a glass of champagne and made her way onto the grounds. Dark eyes landed on the blonde just a moment before the other heard her approach. An easy chuckle passed her lips, shoulders raising in a shrug. “I wouldn’t be too sure,” she hummed, wrinkling her nose before tipping back her glass. Her gaze shifted back to the manor, head tilting just slightly. “I can think of worse places to haunt.” She mused, looking back to the blonde. “Do you believe in it? The ghost stories?”

[sofiaillescas-blog]

          Sofia wasn’t having as much fun as she thought she would. Maybe she was having a bad day, but the alcohol wasn’t doing it’s job so far, leaving her tipsy at best despite the several drinks she’d had. Her dress, more skin than fabric and almost see-through, had gotten her just the reactions she wanted, but she was too sober for grabby hands from sloppy people. A drink in hand, she stood by the side of the room, watching a few people dance. Her mask might have hidden the rather pissed look on her face, but as someone stopped next to her, she found herself rolling her eyes. She spoke up without turning her head to look who it was. “If you’re here to tell me to cover up, you can turn around and piss off. If you want to grab my ass or boobs, do the same or I’ll cut off your hand. At least ask me how I’m doing first.”

[annaliseayers-blog]

She had lost count of the number of champagne flutes she’d neatly picked from the waiter’s trays as she passed half an hour ago. The bayou native was teetering on the edge of tipsy when she spotted a familiar face. Only disrupting her path to Sofia in favor of a waiter with a too-full tray to relieve him of two glasses, she leaned against the wall beside the bartender. Delicate features registered surprise at the greeting, but only for a moment. “Ah, belle. You’re ruining all my plans.” She hummed, playful edge to her words. After a moment, Annalise extended the second glass. “I come bearing gifts.” She offered, tilting her head. “Really — ça va?” She started, brows creasing in concern. "How are you?”

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[schweiber]

*to the tune of “our house”* I’m DRUNK in the middle of the WEEK

[sleepydollie]

in my defense, i was left unattended

*jokingly hits on you but means it 100%*

[ezrafarouk-blog]

“Ah, yes. The club. Where you drink and pretend to know how to dance to pick up a date. What a time to be alive… at the club.”

[annaliseayers-blog]

The laughter that bubbled in Annalise’s throat wasn’t easily contained — the New Orleans native did her best, but an easy grin still curved her lips as she regarded the other. “Something tells me,” she started, taking a long pull from her glass before finishing. “That you aren’t a club person?” She asked, words dripping in playful sarcasm. “Alors, à bon entendeur, salut. Word to the wise, sunshine. The drink part is key.” She offered with chuckle, tilting back the rest of her glass.

[nikclas-deactivated20201111]

“See the guy at the end of the bar? He’s on his third drink and seems like a lightweight. Every time he leans over I think he’s going to fall. I bet, one more drink and he’ll be off the chair within ten seconds. What say you?”

[annaliseayers-blog]

“So little faith,” Annalise said, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. “I’ll give it one more drink, then thirty seconds.” She said, flashing Theia a self-satisfied grin, as if that twenty-second window was enough to display her own confidence in the stranger. Then, after a moment, she pulled a face of clear disapproval. “Wait — three? C’est pourri... what were they?” She mused, resting an elbow on the bar. “Long Island iced tea? He seems like the Long Island iced tea type.” She speculated.

[annaliseayers-blog]

Nicolas Ayers | 35 | Oldest brother Julie Ayers | 31 | Oldest sister (twin) Julien Ayers | 31 |  Second oldest brother (twin) Belle Landry-Ayers | 53 | Mother Annalise Ayers | 27 | Middle child Vincent Ayers | 53 | Father Sebastien Ayers | 26 | Second youngest son Christoph Ayers | 25 | Youngest son Elodie Ayers | 24 | Youngest daughter

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