Austin Andrews Author

Hi I'm Austin, I got to LRSOA and I write literature. That's all you need to know.

[austin--andrews]

    finnoikos

    he inhaled a deep breath when he realized the other male wasn’t returning for the book that tumbled into the damp grass — its brilliant green fading with the change of season. the pads of his fingers rub the spot right above his brow, a groan escaping him before he quickly moved to grab it and then follow where he’d gone. “you dropped this,” finn spoke in an empty tone, dropping the book to his feet.

Austin looked up cautiously, “Oh thanks!” he replied. Closing the small maroon notebook which he had on his lap. He scrambled slightly to reach for the book he had dropped, “I-I didn’t notice” he said. Covering his hand with the sleeve of his jumper and frantically dusting the dew from the book, he rifled through the pages quickly to check which book it was. 

He placed the dropped notebook back into his bag, which was sat lopsidedly on the grass beside him. Ensuring that he closed the bag properly this time.

[austin--andrews]

artxmislcylcnd

reacclimating himself to his timetable and his classes, in general, was proving harder than he had expected. he blamed that on his head not being entirely clued into being a student again. rather, he was still far too interesting on his late holiday. clutching the prints he needed to get mounted, organised and finished for midterms, he quickly made his way through the school grounds. head down and scanning over the faces in the images from the photoshoots he’d done earlier, thanking his lucky stars he went to the school he did with such willing people. his eyes lingered on the female’s face, momentarily distracting him enough to not see the oncoming student and yet the dark haired man oozed nothing butanger frustration as he looked up, “what are you doing running a circus?” he vented as his eyes caught the objects in the other’s hands, “what where you’re going!”

Austin was startled as the other immediately refused his apology. His eyes rolled as he muttered irritably to himself “You’re just as much at fault as I am”. 

Shaking himself off he placed his bags down and crouched beside the page, not wanting to really confront the other, since he seemed to be in a rather bad mood. Lifting the corner of the blanket which had been covering the cage, he took a look inside. 

He let out a sigh of relief as he saw Saoirse peek here head out from the sawdust. Standing back up he apologised again, “I’m s-sorry. It’s just a bit o-overwhelming, I haven’t been here in a while.”

[lrsoarp]

Send me a symbol for a drabble in which our characters…

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🔦 - get lost in the woods 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🐄 - go on a haunted hay ride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 😏 - play a scary prank 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky location

[austin--andrews]

writtenbymatthew

With raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth pulled down in an impressed grin, Matthew contemplated the other’s input. Momentarily forgetting that he was on the run, he started chatting, “Hm, well, well, do we have a new addition to the writer’s team or were you just a bore in secondary school?” He asked in a playful tone. Perhaps the guy had been here for years already and had Matt just skipped enough classes to miss him but as per usual, his first assumptions had left his mouth without much further thought.

He noticed the other’s confusion and couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “You want to hear the nitty-gritty details, huh?” One glance was thrown quickly over his shoulder before grabbing the boy by his shoulders and positioning them a little bit more out of sight, his own back to the bypassers in the hallway. “Alright, one thing you should know about the permanent marker I may or may not have used, is that you can’t really see what you draw without the UV lights on. The second thing you should know is that I’m not much of an artist and that my drawing skills are pretty limited to cats, my name tag and doodling dicks.”

Austin gave a quiet chuckle, “Not new...w-well not exactly new.” He told him. “I did a degree here a-a couple of years ago, now I’m back doing a masters in Creative Writing. Although I suppose I probably was a bore.” 

His entire body stiffened and tensed as the other grabbed him by the shoulders, he moved where Matthew had placed him but didn’t manage to breath out until the other had removed his hands again. Austin didn’t know anybody in the art department any more and so he was useless in seeing anybody who might be pursuing Matt. He laughed as Matthew gave a rendition of what he had done. “You drew...in invisible ink...on a project who’s medium  is invisible ink?” He rolled his eyes, “Of course. That’s definitely an alibi, and not at all a damning confession.” 

[austin--andrews]

writtenbymatthew

“Why is no one in this bloody school smaller than I? Or wait, is it smaller than me?” He wondered out loud before realizing this was nor the time or place to discuss his grammar. There were more pressing matters at stake here. “Look. I might not be a saint, but it’s not like I killed anybody. Nor lit a fire - unless you count in someone’s panties ha!” Matthew joked before returning to his point, “Anyway, I’m just hiding from half the art department. They, uh, happen to think that I was the one that ruined their glow in the dark project for some reason.”

“Smaller than I am..or me I suppose” Austin mumbled under his breath as the guy spoke. 

Upon Matthew’s comment about setting somebody’s panties on fire Austin turned slightly, with a particularly confused and surprised expression adorning his features. He had often had difficulties with other’s mannerisms and phrases. 

“For some reason?” He echoed, “What reason could that be?”

[austin--andrews]

Austin wandered aimlessly around campus, absorbing all that he had missed. As he walked he saw so many unfamiliar faces, and was so torn. 

His anguish was visible as he passed a couple holding hands. Missing those close to him that he had failed to keep in his life. Thinking about those he had lost, and those who had left him behind. 

He sighed deeply, sitting down beneath a tree he began to write. Muttering to himself as he did so, quietly lingering over names and emotions until a shadow fell across his notebook. He barely looked up, allowing them to speak to him if they wanted to, but not pressing the matter.

[musiciancarson]

carsonray: yes, i turn a year older yesterday.  carsonray: yes, i was a little too drunk.  carsonray: but i’m fine now, so sorry for drunk texting you 

[austin--andrews]

Austin: Happy ageing Carson! 

Austin: Btw I’m back at lrsoa, long time no see.

[writtenbymatthew]

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” Fell on repeat like a waterfall from Matt’s mouth. Whenever he could keep his laughter to himself that is. “You gotta hide me, quick!!” He yelled as he sprinted to find a spot behind the other’s back.

[austin--andrews]

“What the...?” Austin barely had time to react before the other hid behind him. He had heard his plea, but was still immensely surprised when he came to stand behind him. He gave a half-hearted laugh as he pulled his arms closer to himself, after having been away for so long almost nobody was aware of his idiosyncrasies any more.  

He shrugged slightly before whispering sidelong to the guy, “H-hey, care to tell me what you could possibly be hiding from?” 

[austin--andrews]

Austin’s hair danced in the cool breeze as he stood facing the bold and familiar structure of the university. His breath was visible in the autumnal chill as a shuddering sigh escaped from his lungs. He certainly had missed the place, as well as those who wandered their ways amongst the vast and winding halls.  He had grown since he had last pursued knowledge here, and although he had achieved much since graduating he was unable to shake the feeling off loss that emanated from no longer being there.

He had three bags with him, slowly collecting dew as he became lost in his thoughts. The first was a well-aged trunk, all worn leather and unpolished brass. The second was a shoulder bag, slung across his chest; he was gripping the handle of it tightly with his left hand. Finally, there came a small squeak from the third bag. The third was covered with a cloth, presumably to darken the cage for whatever animal may reside inside.

During his prior time at the university he had acquired an eclectic mix of pets. From his range of pets, this was the only one which could possibly fall within the bounds of being described as ‘domestic animals’ or ‘pets’. He didn’t mind, they were his.

Nodding to himself he plucked up the handles of both the trunk and the cage, and walked determinedly towards the front doors. Hoping against hope that for once in his life he would not get lost.

He saw many familiar sites as he crossed the university grounds, but very few familiar faces. He had been mumbling quietly to himself as he reflected on the memories of the university.

He was in an almost dreamlike wistful state as he collided clumsily with another. “O-Oh sorry!” He said with a gasp. 

[pincely-sterling]

Something to hide || Sterling and Austin

[pincely-sterling]

austin–andrews:

Austin smiled, his imagination pouring into his words and illustrations. “H-hey, Ster?” He said, cautiously, attempting nonchalance. “H-have I let y-you see any of my b-books?” Slowly trailing of into a mumble, the ink on his foot felt like it was seeping through his veins. Frantically scribbling he took a quick glance over to a plum notebook on his shelf, sighing (as it retained it’s small layer of gathered dust) he then smiled at Sterling. He sat more upright and comfortably against the wall and looked out of the window at the wind pirouetting through the trees.

Sterling stopped tracing the image on his wrist and arched an eyebrow in Austin’s direction. It was a mild reaction for a question that had sparked a more than mild interest inside of him. Sterling was a bit of a curious person at heart, and he had always wondered what covered the pages of the books his roommate left around, but he figured for once  he’d respect someone’s privacy and leave them alone. “I can’t say I have had the pleasure. Are you asking for a particular reason, or simply cause you want to keep stock of who has and hasn’t had their noses in your precious books?”

[austin--andrews]

Austin was slightly taken aback by the subtle nature of Sterling's response. Smiling kindly he gestured to the plum notebook, "That, er That one's y-yours."

[austin--andrews]

Austin whimpered, alone in the dorm room he clung to as many notebooks as he could physically hold. His real concern however lay not in his books or even in his dorm room. He had no idea where his dorm mate and best friend was, whether dead, alive, unconscious or able to reach him. Looking out of the windows as torrents of water sloshed around the foot of his bed and sprung into and stung his eyes. "Sterling!" He yelled, his stutter completely gone in the immediacy of the situation.

[pincely-sterling]

Something to hide || Sterling and Austin

[austin--andrews]

Sterling stretched his legs out in front of him, his hands folded in front of him before his attention was once again caught by the tattoo on his write (and the words that could no longer be seen), and he ran his fingers along the outline while Austin spoke. “Well you’ve come to the right place. I haven’t crooned over anyone in my entire life, and I don’t plan on starting now. I shouldn’t interfere with your writing.”

Austin smiled, his imagination pouring into his words and illustrations. “H-hey, Ster?” He said, cautiously, attempting nonchalance. “H-have I let y-you see any of my b-books?” Slowly trailing of into a mumble, the ink on his foot felt like it was seeping through his veins. Frantically scribbling he took a quick glance over to a plum notebook on his shelf, sighing (as it retained it’s small layer of gathered dust) he then smiled at Sterling. He sat more upright and comfortably against the wall and looked out of the window at the wind pirouetting through the trees.

[pincely-sterling]

Something to hide || Sterling and Austin

[austin--andrews]

Sterling shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair; it was easy to act casual around Austin, even if there were times when his thoughts were anything but. The boy simply… made him curious, and Sterling didn’t think that was a good thing given how innocent he was and how totally not Sterling was, “We can do whatever you want. Your wish, is my command.”

Austin let out a sigh, happy to be back in the cosy apartment. Lying back on a stack of notebooks he smiled, “Thanks St-Ster.”  Austin shuffled a notebook from out of his top shirt pocket and began to scribble. “Writing’s b-been a little scarce, t-too much family crooning over me I s-suppose.” Austin half-heartedly chuckled failing to hold up to conversation and feeling exhausted in doing so. Austin never failed to be awkward but Sterling didn’t seem to mind it, so he always felt comfortable back home. 

[pincely-sterling]

Something to hide || Sterling and Austin

[austin--andrews]

“Well I guess that would depend,” Sterling stuffed his hands into his pockets and arched an eyebrow at the younger male. His expression stated a casual disinterest that he did not in fact feel. The trust was there was a thumping in his heart and a voice in his head that was insisting that carrying on this manner was a mistake – but Sterling had already committed to it this far, mistake or not it seemed like he would be following it through, “Do you want to go now… or later?”

Austin brushed back his hair and massaged his foot a little longer, sat on the floor. Quietly he closed his suitcase and stood squarely with the older male, “W-Well...” He considered. “I have n-not been out for a meal in qu-quite a while.” Contemplating his options a little longer he noted, “B-but it was a bit of a long day, m-mind if we stay here for a little longer?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow to Sterling.

[theisakyaki-blog]

Netflix and Chill || Sterling&Austin

[austin--andrews]

Sterling looked over at the boy as he finished up his food, only to chuckle. “I want to be able to sell my paintings, but in the mean time I would like to teach art, but not at a school.”

“Ah...” Austin sighed, “A P-Professor then, P-Professor P-Prince.” Austin giggled, his sleeve wiping away tiredness from his eyes he sat up and continued with his Chinese. “Th-Thanks for the meal S-Ster.” 

[theisakyaki-blog]

Netflix and Chill || Sterling&Austin

[austin--andrews]

Austin smiled, shuffling around some of his notes, “Th-there’s a whole saga of an evening, s-some p-people I think would make g-great page turners.” Laughing he handed Ster a stack and lay back with a crunke if papers. 

The young man smiled as the smell of Chinese wafted over him again and he gently closed his eyes. 

[theisakyaki-blog]

Sterling happily took the papers from the boy and began to read them. He smiled at how talented Austin was and even chuckled at some of the stories he wrote. “This are really good, Austin. Well done, mate.” He handed the boy back his papers and went back to eating his food. 

[austin--andrews]

Sterling happily took the papers from the boy and began to read them. He smiled at how talented Austin was and even chuckled at some of the stories he wrote. “This are really good, Austin. Well done, mate.” He handed the boy back his papers and went back to eating his food.

"Hey St-Ster…" Austin murmured, still half asleep and looking at the various short stories and other pieces he had written throughout the day. "What do y-you want to d-do? Y-you know, when uni's over."

[pincely-sterling]

Something to hide || Sterling and Austin

[austin--andrews]

Sterling never knew what to do with kindness, and Austin often gave him too much of it. He knew that he neither deserved it nor was capable of ever properly thanking him for it.  So instead of trying, Sterling simply picked up the pad flipping through the pages before flopping down on Austin’s bed, “I supposed that might be acceptable, though I insist on paying for dinner, if we happened to just go someday and such. It seems only fair since you’ve gotten all of this all ready. Hardly seems fair does it?”

Austin grinned, pleased with Sterling’s response as he had not made an outright refusal of anything nor seemed annoyed at him. “A-Alright then Ster, what’s the plan? D-dinner I mean.”