The Wanderer

Take me down little Susie, take me down. I know you think you're the queen of the underground . And you can send me dead flowers every morning . Send me dead flowers by the mail , send me dead flowers to my wedding. And I won't forget to put roses on your grave.

[austenamelia1]

taylor-carson:

“I’m not too sure if I should,” Taylor shook her head as she sniffed the shot. It didn’t even smell appealing. “What do I get by taking it off of your hands? Besides a terrible aftertaste and a headache in the morning?”

Austen winced as she smelled it, shaking her head. “My eternal gratitude and a great night.” She reasoned, flashing the blonde an optimistic smile. “Followed by the drink of your choice. On me. It’s the least I can do, since you’re my hero and all.” She added, grin widening. She almost made an argument that the aftertaste might be the only good thing about the questionable (at best) drink, but thought better of it. She needed to work on her sales pitch.

[austenamelia1]

cxllistogordon:

Callisto gave the love of her life a look. She knew that this was going to be bad. Anything with Austen and alcohol turned out bad. It was the outcome of every night out the two of them had had together for years. “Those are always your famous last words.” Callisto let out a soft laugh, looking around the sports bar. She loved this woman more than anything in the world and everyone could tell. “Why don’t you see if Harry wants that one because out of the two of us, one of us will need to get us home.” She leaned in slightly and placed a kiss on her cheek. “We both know it’s not going to be you.”

Austen flashed her a grin that usually meant trouble. “That, pretty girl, is what taxis are for. We’ll find out way home.” She assured. “Shhh. Stop being so responsible. When’s the last time you let go and let yourself have a good time with bad decisions?” She asked, eyebrow raised in playful inquisition. Then, suspecting her current tactic might not be working, she stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “Just this one?”

[austenamelia1]

“Shhh. Just trust me,” the slightly tipsy girl assured, flashing a grin. Although the truth of the matter was, the drink had been painfully cheap if you got two and it smelled like weird grapes, and she wasn’t eager to try it herself. And Austen Holloway firmly believed that misery needed a good bit of company. And from the momentary glance of disdain at the bargain shot, it was clear that she did not intend to drink both.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: I still don't talk in my sleep.

Callisto: You're going to give me a heart attack.

Austen: No? Are you telling me our apartment is haunted? You might have something to worry about, darlin... that ghost says some really sweet things in the middle of the night.

Austen: I would never. You're not getting away from me that easy, pretty girl.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: I really like peanut butter and jelly, okay?

Callisto: Hold that thought.

Austen: It's the food of the gods okay. Although I've Gotta admit. It's the first time anyone's ever cuddled up to me and whispered 'peanut butter' in the middle of the night.

Austen: Much better, pretty girl.

Austen: [photo]

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: I'm sorry, but I think you're confusing me with some bimbo you used to sleep with.

Callisto: It's going to take me longer if you're not patient.

Austen: Calli this was two nights ago

Austen: Fine. I didn't plan on getting dressed before you got home but if you're gonna be a while...

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: I never want you to share me, belle. I'm all yours and only yours. Even though you drool on my pillow.

Callisto: You'd think after doing distance for how many years, you would have gotten better at it.

Austen: At least I don't talk in my sleep. Even if sleep-Calli does say the sweetest things. Or demand that I make her a sandwich at 3 a.m., then look at me like I'm the crazy one for actually doing it.

Austen: Shhh that's different. It's harder when you know they can be here in five minutes.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: The drunk mess that I'm remembering is the one I've been in love with for the past five years.

Callisto: I love you, so much.

Callisto: Patience young grasshopper.

Austen: I promise not to tell her if you don't. Gotta say, though, I don't think I like sharing you.

Austen: I love you too, pretty girl.

Austen: But. Patience is boring. And I'm really, really bad at it.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: What game? The first day I met you, you drooled all over yourself and Athena needed to wipe your chin.

Callisto: You mean you ordered take out and put it on a plate?

Callisto: I'll be home to you shortly.

Austen: Hmm. You must have me confused for someone else. I recall very politely introducing myself and totally winning you over. I don't have a clue what drunk mess you're remembering... that hurts, Calli.

Austen: I don't like that tone or the accusation, woman.

Austen: (Maybe, but shh. It's the thought that counts.)

Austen: That's better. J'adore.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: Belle, I'm a midfielder.

Austen: Do you know how hard it is to think of a pick up line for a midfielder, Callisto Gordon? You, pretty girl, are stepping on all my game today.

Austen: What if I just said I made dinner and it's been far too long since I've seen you?

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Callisto: I think Athena just rolled over in her grave.

Callisto: That was so bad.

Austen: GREAT, YOU MEAN. okay okay. how about this.

Austen: You know how I know you play soccer?

Austen: Cause you're a keeper.

[austenamelia1]

Text: Austen 📨 Calli

Austen: Question for you.

Austen: Is your name Yoda?

Austen: ........

Austen: Cause Yodalicious.

[austenamelia1]

Text || Austen & Callisto

Callisto: That's my only hope in the world.

Callisto: How could I ever forget you, belle? I had a picture of you on my bed side table and every girl I slept with looked exactly like you.

Austen: I'm not sure about a lot of things sunshine, but that's one of them.

Austen: If only you heard the questions about my limited edition signed Callisto Gordon player of the year poster above the bed.

Austen: Actually...

Austen: Am I allowed to hang that in the apartment?

[austenamelia1]

Text || Austen & Callisto

Callisto: The way you were with her was one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

Callisto: After every time it happened she'd message me and say 'call your girlfriend' where I'd proceed to say how you weren't my girlfriend and forget to call you.

Austen: I never really had that whole family feeling growing up. I didn't realize I'd been missing anything until I saw the two of you together. She'd be so damn proud of you Calli.

Austen: Always suspected she told. I would've been disappointed if she didn't. "Forget?" excuse me, I refuse to accept the narrative that you were in the City of Love and not tossing and turning at night thinking about how much you missed me. You won't convince me anything else happened.

[austenamelia1]

Text || Austen & Callisto

Callisto: She always said we were made for each other.

Austen: She was brilliant.

Austen: And somewhere, she's rolling her eyes that it took so long for us to figure it out.

Austen: There was a night when I was a little drunk and called the wrong Gordon while you were in Paris. She spent almost two hours listening to me complain about how much I missed you and hearing how pretty you are. I made her promise she'd never tell.

Austen: ... all four times it happened.

[austenamelia1]

Text || Austen & Callisto

Callisto: I miss her.

Austen: I know, pretty girl. I miss her too.

[austenamelia1]

Text || Austen & Callisto

Callisto: No.

Callisto: I'm not seeing things. I promise you.

Callisto: I love you too and why are you worried?

Austen: Because you promise you aren't seeing things.

Austen: I trust that you saw what you saw. I do. But Calli... it couldn't have been her. I wish it was with my whole heart.