THISTLES AND WEEDS

AUSTEN LAURA SOMMERS || 24 || URIE FAMILY May 19th Closed 3x3 Roleplay

[austen-sommers]

sebastianxainsworth​:

That sounds about right, yeah.

I mean, I can’t completely diminish the fact one good thing happened and yet it tended to snowball into something horrible. Not that I necessarily want to die or land in a coma, but whatever comes, whatever will be, will be. You’d deserve to live out of the two of us, Austen, there’s still good in you.

Well, you still have that one thing that made you happy– there’s always going to be a shitty snowball, but you still have that happy thing to think about.

Taking things in stride is just a necessary mindset for this city of ours, but we both know that nobody gets a choice on who lives and dies except those in power– and even those people get whacked. Doesn’t matter if I’m good or not, especially while living under the thumb of a woman who didn’t even tell my sister I was still alive. 

[austen-sommers]

eleanorxcabello​:

Aren’t we a pair?

The only good thing that came out of this is at least I’m stuck with someone I care about. One less person to worry about.

How are you holding up, Ellie?

[austen-sommers]

sebastianxainsworth​:

It might as well be us, right? Taking one for the team.

I mean, I’d be awake after a year long coma and I wouldn’t feel like a miracle either, especially knowing the reasons why. The city feels the same, buildings look the same, but something’s different. After the year I had, I almost wish I was in that coma right along with you. Or worse.

We should just go by ‘guinea pigs’, really.

You’re really going to say that out of the entire year, nothing good happened. Not even one thing? Not to belittle what anyone goes through in their life, I fucking know what it’s like to be on the short end of the stick on multiple things, but you might get what you asked for, Ainsworth.

[austen-sommers]

sebastianxainsworth​:

Luck doesn’t come easy. For either of us.

How about D, all of the above. It doesn’t feel like a miracle you’re alive…does it? I mean, I’m sure that’s what everyone is saying.

There’s gotta be some people that get shit on for everyone else to have such great luck.

Everyone who actually knows me doesn’t dare say that to my face, so luckily I haven’t heard that. To me, everything happened a few days ago when in reality I wake up a year later and don’t recognize much of anyone. 

[austen-sommers]

sebastianxainsworth​:

It’s official, we’re cursed. Your sister’s probably in a different zone.

Wait. You’re Austen, aren’t you?

No kidding. On both counts.

What gave that away? The flaming red hair and wonderful personality, or the fact that I can barely walk from the year of being in a coma and a nurse sister?

[austen-sommers]

sebastianxainsworth​:

It’s like this city’s on top of a hellmouth or something. I can get a nurse.

That’s sounds about fucking right. Don’t bother– the only nurse I want is my sister, and I don’t see her.

[austen-sommers]

That’ll show me to leave my apartment ever – fuck physical therapy.

[austen-sommers]

eleanorxcabello​:

“I always wine and dine my lovers; spoiling people is my foreplay, darling.” Eleanor reached over and took Austen’s hand, starting her work as she started to file Austen’s nails. Her heart ached for her friend, no one should have to go through what Austen had. “I love you too, Austen. I’m glad you’re here. It was my biggest regret that I couldn’t organise protection for you against Morrigan. I tried, but I was too late. I’m… so sorry.”

“If only I wasn’t taken, I’d want to see all the ways you spoil a lover personally,” Austen said with a wink as Eleanor worked on her fingernails. It was something so simple, but meant so much and that’s everything that she remembered about Eleanor. The girl was so good at reading people and she knew first hand that Eleanor would have stopped at nothing to help her, to make sure she was okay just as she was then. “Please, don’t apologize,” Austen said quietly after a time, “the way that Hedgestone works, something like this would have happened eventually. Especially with my family name– it was only a matter of time. For now, I’m just glad I didn’t actually die.”

[austen-sommers]

pandoraxharlow​:

They didn’t bother once coming to see me, so fuck them.

I saw that manicure, girl, you’re on the up and up. Do you remember Benji Evans? I think he was still in Davenport when you were here before, but he landed in Greenpoint and we became friends…and then that turned into something else. He’s my home.

Don’t waste energy on people who don’t fuck with you.

Only because our lovely Eleanor paid me a visit and fixed up the massacre that was my fingernails. Benji... as in Sebastian Ainsworth’s Benji? I don’t think I even know what he looks like, but what I do see is how you look talking about him. You really care for him.

[austen-sommers]

andromedaxcabello​:

“If I could take you far away from here and live out your happily ever after, I would.” Andromeda slipped her handbag from her shoulder and placed it in her lap, unzipping it, “I’ll boot them out for you, pet.” Sticking a hand in the purse, she riffled around for a moment before removing a smaller bag. “I’ve chosen to fuss and distract you. How about a makeover like old times?” Andi rummaged through and plucked foundation from its pocket, “I have the newest collections straight from New York City. A little early birthday present for myself.”

“If only it were that simple,” she sighed wistfully. After their parents had died, she used to think of fairytale endings, of being whisked away to safety but after years of having nothing but hopes dashed, she gave up on it and decided to live her life as best as she could with her sister. Everly was always the only one she needed to have around to be happy. “You and your sister know exactly how to make me feel like a human again,” she said with a small giggle, “I would love an Andromeda special makeover.”

[austen-sommers]

julianxreese​:

I know you aren’t made of porcelain, but people walk on eggshells when you’re comatose for a year.

And some choose living in the past when the future speaks uncertainties. I’m not just apologizing for what happened, I mean that I’m apologizing for the years any of us turned a blind eye to how everyone treated you and your sister. Never got to say it before.

Yeah, so I’m reminded.

Julian... I wish I could say it was okay or that it didn’t hurt, but I also know the city we live in. It’s easy to let things pass than ruffle feathers, especially when ruffling feathers can cause certain doom, so I’ve never blamed you. Maybe in the beginning I was angry, now... now I’m just tired. There’s a part of me that just wants the hate towards my sister and I to end, but I know it would be nothing short of a miracle.

[austen-sommers]

chandlerxfitzgerald​:

“I have been on her bad side once or twice when we were children and I kept one eye open. Not to your extremes, though.” Mostly harmless pranks orchestrated by himself and Desmond to blow off the steam of business lessons, nothing that permanently lasted when Morri was at the end of it. The Uries’ father put an end to that era real fucking quick. “Just in cause you needed gaps filled,” Chandler plunged a hand into his pocket, removing Austen’s phone that was kept safe for a year and clicking a few times until the gossip blog flashed onto the screen. He set down the device and pushed it toward the redhead, “Here’s Savitri’s point of view. She, he, they went on a hiatus at one point so there’s a weird space between posts. It’s all there.”

Austen couldn’t comment on the jovial part of the conversation when it came to Morrigan. No matter what Chandler said, she’d never see her as the person he did. No part of her would be able to joke with her, or pull pranks. Any of that would result in death, hell, has resulted in her death. She rose a brow as Chandler pulled out her phone from his pocket, the familiar case cementing that it was hers in her mind. Austen jerked the phone up, scrolling through the posts as if she were starved for the information; in a way, she was. A post about her being alive, about Eleanor meeting with Drake incognito, about a press conference she didn’t have time to watch, about Morrigan meeting with Everly. Her eyes scanned until she reached the post about her death, and it was... only in passing. As if it didn’t mean anything. “My death was so... inconsequential to anyone,” Austen said bitterly, her hand coming to her throat as she placed her phone upside down again, “I should have known it would have been nothing but buried, but a part of me hoped that my death would have been more than a sentence.”

[austen-sommers]

pandoraxharlow​:

She did when I still talked to her. 

Please, you’re more gorgeous than I am when I wake up in the morning. Well, if you really need a distraction from the fucking shit storm brewing, how about a dash of good news? I have a boyfriend and he’s not a tool.

Good for you with breaking away from your coocoo parents.

That’s just flattery out of your mouth, but I’ll take it. I do live for romance– tell me more, will you?

[austen-sommers]

andromedaxcabello​:

As if getting into Hedgestone wasn’t painful enough. Had to pull out all the favors.

This fucking city yanking miracles from the ass every day. I know you must be so exhausted of everyone fussing over you, but I’m doing it anyway.

That sounds about right, Hedgestone was never the easiest to get into or leave.

You’re one of the few that I would be fine with fussing over me. Anyone else, and I’d boot them out the door.

[austen-sommers]

wyatt-langston​:

Silence overcame Wyatt like a wave of contemplation, giving Austen the appreciate time to absorb the tip of the iceberg information she missed in the last year. Everly advised him to take the process slow so it wouldn’t cause an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions when she wasn’t ready, but he also knew against his better judgement that she needed to know these things. He couldn’t fault Austen’s twin sister wanting nothing to protect family, it was a tempting action to shield Austen underneath an umbrella, yet the strength he so dreamed of possessing himself forever remained within the woman. Wyatt debated, god, did he debate leaving out certain details for his own sake and then suddenly remembered he shouldn’t be that damn selfish. Then the decision was settled…the full story or nothing at all. It took the man a moment to gather his thoughts before breathing a long exhale that seemed to stall what he was about to recount. “Morrigan knew we would take any opportunity to run, so she sent her men after to abduct us. I just remember losing control of the car, so how we ended up at that warehouse is blurry.” He shook his head slowly, “She had us facing each other. Part of me blocked out everything she said or maybe it was because the only thing I could focus on was you. The next part…it wasn’t real. I have to remind myself what I saw didn’t happen, but from where I was, it had. That drug she used was unlike anything I’ve come across.” Wyatt paused, subconsciously brushing his fingers to his throat, “Morrigan slit your-’ He couldn’t finish it. Wouldn’t. “And before I knew it, she was pushing the engagement ring I was going to give you into my hand. This one.” Reaching into his pocket, he removed the band and lay it flat on his palm for her to see, “She took that from us, Austen. I lost you and it sent me down a dark path, clouded by hatred, needing revenge. Now she asks for loyalty and I have to take it for you.”

The silence was agonizing as Austen waited for Wyatt to talk again, the long exhale jarring against her senses. She couldn’t help but pull into herself, a small ball as she waited for the onslaught of news she missed that only Wyatt could share with her; a protective cocoon from anything that Morrigan did to her. It was just as bad as the small snippets she remembered; everything that Wyatt was describing, she remembered in vivid detail and wanted to forget. Austen remembered herself screaming before the darkness after the sharp pain. Her hand mimicked Wyatt’s, reaching to her own throat where she was sure she’d feel the outline of a scar against the skin but there was nothing. Nothing to account for the hell that they’d been through. Nothing but the scars on their mind. She jerked her hand away and screwed her eyes shut before letting out a measured breath. “So... everything you saw... everything that I’ve seen was all fake?” Austen asked although she knew the answer, her voice quiet. Her eyes opened when his words dawned on her, her dark eyes taking in the small ring in his palm; beautiful and simple. Everything that she would have wanted from Wyatt. Austen took the ring in her fingers, pulling it closer to inspect. She’d missed out on so much of Wyatt’s life, he was a changed man while she remained the same; haunted but unchanged against the tides of time while everyone else was forced to move on in her absence. The man that sat in front of her was the same but so different in so many ways. “Will we ever be the same?” her voice quiet, too quiet for her boisterous nature as she clutched the ring in her fist, “will we ever get back the year that we lost?”

[austen-sommers]

caseyxreese​:

He sighed softly, enjoying the feel of Austen’s fingers in his hair. It wasn’t the same as when Judas did it, but it relaxed him nonetheless. “About Simon?” He asked, pondering what this would all mean for the other man. “I think… I think Simon knows what he can handle, and I don’t think any of us really understand how good he is at the things he can do. You don’t need to be worried about us, especially Eve. Simon would die before he let Eve get hurt.” Casey pulled out his phone and started to scroll through Netflix, “Do you feel like a particular genre?”

Austen couldn’t help the chuckle as Casey completely misinterpreted her worries. As much as she could have worried about Simon, she knew her sister had that covered; she didn’t doubt that someone who was a Devereaux would ever do something that was beyond their capabilities. “No, you goose. I was talking about you– not everyone is a trained killer, and the fact that your boyfriend has one assigned to you is a little worrying. It is nice to know that you and my sister will be protected, though,” she said with a small smile. That was more worry that was partially out of mind. Austen’s eyes flickered to his phone as she thought, “we might as well do a stupid comedy if there’s a good one that came out. This city is shitty enough without drowning in horror genre or action genre.”

[austen-sommers]

eleanorxcabello​:

“That’s because you’re my special girl,” Eleanor said softly. She couldn’t help herself from smiling, Austen was always able to roll with Eleanor’s wit. Elle reached over for her handbag and took out a small bag. “It might be a soap opera, but I am not going to allow the travesty of your nails go on any longer.” She opened her bag and pulled out a nail file. “Emergency manicure is needed. Give me your hand, darling.”

“I so do love being wooed and you are doing it so well, Ellie,” she let out a small laugh before her eyes lit up with glee. Austen maneuvered herself so that she could reach her hand out to Eleanor easily. “I didn’t think it was possible that I could ever love you more, but here you go proving me wrong,” she smiled at her friend. That was Eleanor for you, prepared for everything, even if it meant giving someone impromptu self-care. “You know... when I was waking up it was hard for me to remember what happened or even who I was, but I remembered you. I’m glad I did. I don’t think I could have a better friend.”