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[mpahri]

snack attack

the chaos "sibling" that is @mparwyn continued from here

"Is this what I'm to expect whenever you bring me food now?" Ahri glowered at the taller guy with his signature shit-eating grin. She took a deep sip from her coffee mug, never mind that it clashed with the chocolate-covered potato chips Arwyn had brought.

"Ever since you got a girlfriend, you sure are smug, Lachance." Green eyes rolled even as Arwyn continued to tease about her penchant for assisted pleasure. It was embarrassing, and she really didn't like talking about it, but she knew very well just how much teasing she would get if she reacted anything but ambivalent. Especially from her so-called friends.

"I can lend it to you next time, maybe it will be warmer than you-know-who." She grinned back. Honestly, she tread carefully when it came to dissing Arwyn back. Not because she was afraid of him, but Ahri had the greatest suspicion Hel could hear over long distances. And she was one of Ahri's richer clients.

[mpahri]

Braveheart | ayri (ayden + ahri)

continued from here with @mpxayden

Ahri leaned back against Ayden's chest, burrowing deeper into his embrace. She could tell that what he had just spoken aloud had been difficult him, even to her and she had gotten to know him over the years. The thing about magical families, Ahri believed there will always be pain from the gods. While she was thankfully spared from the kind of childhood Ayden's twin had---(something he only mentioned was bad as it was not his story to tell) Ahri knew how deep wounds like that could go.

She turns a bit now so she can meet his eyes, so Ayden would know that what she spoke next was the truth. "I think you are very brave." She reaches to place a hand on his chiseled cheek. They were still ensconced in her favorite flannel blanket--remnants of their takeout lingered at the coffee table. And the bright and cheery TV show hardly contributed the gravity of their conversation. But Ahri pressed on, having a feeling that Ayden needed her. For all the patience he had bestowed upon her and their newfound relationship, she hadn't gotten a chance yet to offer anything in return.

"I don't think you're a bad guy." She continued, voice soft. She reached out to stroke a few of his locks away from his head. Her boyfriend was devastatingly handsome--she had noticed this the first time he joined the Rises, but rather than be intimidated by him then, Ahri felt a kinship. She was just oblivious to the other feelings he had for her until that night. "You are doing what you think is right; even if it isn't to others--you must do what you must right? You would never be satisfied otherwise. And why should I blame you for those choices? You can't get rid of me that easily."

She smiles gently then. Her circle of friends resembled Ayden's stance on doing what was necessary. She hadn't grown up with Irelia to not realize that sometimes, violence was the answer. But even if it was, one could still be gentle and kind amidst that, like Arwyn was every fight. Even Lio had been the same. So yes, she understood.

"How can I help?" She leans her forehead against his, her hand drifting down to settle on his chest above his heartbeat.

[mpahri]

lady's room

just an awkward encounter with @mposiris

Ahri usually didn't believe in luck. She was a strong believer of making one's own luck, through hard work and just a little bit of bravado. But standing outside of her apartment dressed only in a flimsy robe and unable to get back inside, well she was on the fast track in believing that luck was real.

At least the crappy kind was what she was attracting. What else could be the reason why she accidentally locked herself out of her own apartment? She agonized in front of her door for a good few minutes, trying not to panic at her semi-nakedness, the fluffy bathrobe the only thing keeping her modesty. She knew she couldn't go knock on Irelia's door as her best friend was often out of home anyway. Her best chance maybe was to actually wait for Irelia, the child of Morrigan knew how to get to her apartment without getting detected. But it was not as if she and Irelia were currently speaking. That and Irelia probably was busy.

Ahri had tried to get the building manager but the front desk was empty and after agonizing over it a bit some more, figured out how to use the front desk phone to dial outside. Since she didn't know the number of any locksmith by heart, she was trying to dial any number that would be able to help her.

At least she hoped somebody would answer her when a voice behind her startled her. "Oh! Uhm...it's not what it looks like---!"

[mpahri]

ice cream cake | ahri & irelia

no secrets between friends with @mpirelia

"What flavor would you like?” Ahri asks it seemed to no one particularly behind her. She was at that tiny convenience store located just a little walk a ways from the Banshee apartments. It was an eclectic  little store that carried a variety of things, ice cream non withstanding.

The clerk at the counter merely eyed her from where he was scrolling on his phone, a broke demigod most probably, but otherwise paid her no attention. Ahri normally didn’t go for sweet things but after such a big meal, she was craving something sweet. 

“Iri?” She spoke out loud towards the aisles. She never knew when Irelia would pop up, but since coming to the island, Ahri had come to expect her to appear at odd times, and like old times back in Scotland, the writer would give her food. She always looked too thin, despite eating her fill.

“What would you like?”

[mpahri]

witching hour | ahri + cassie

continued from here with @mpxcassandra

"mhmm probably because of that interview?" Ahri sleepily replied stifling her yawn. Blearily, Ahri pulled her phone away from her ear to stare at the time in it---2 am. She had been working since 8 pm that night--revising and rewriting and basically starting from scratch several times with various articles to ready for the next press. She was surprised that the hours had gone by so quickly when she barely felt like she made any progress with work. The call therefore had been a welcome break, as surprising as it was to receive a call from the drummer of all people.

"Nope, not weird." Ahri murmured, stretching from her chair and hiding another yawn. She vaguely could hear some thumping music in the background and wondered if this call was for another purpose. "Ahh, are you calling to escape somebody?" She reached for the carafe of her coffee pot intending to pour herself a cup only to pout at the empty pot. A sigh escapes her. "I didn't think you'd have a problem telling anybody what you think, Cassandra."

[mpahri]

on the record | cass + ahri

continued from here with @mpxcassandra

Ahri ought to stuff Aengus' birds, the editor thought to herself darkly as she welcomed the drummer of HEXED into her offices. It was the god's fault why Ahri was now second-guessing her ability to hold an interview successfully. His implication that she could probably flirt with the musician to get answers had undoubtedly shaken her up. It was the only reason why she felt tongue-tied seeing the drummer.

"Oh of course...I certainly don't want to waste your time." She says with a shy smile, indicating the other sit down. "Are you all right to conduct the interview here? We can go someplace else you feel more comfortable..." She meets the other's eyes and while the question was a standard opener for the journalist, she couldn't help feeling that she was already being studied the minute Cassandra walked in. Ahri wasn't sure if she found the whole point of the interview worth it.

"Well, before we start, I want to make sure you are at ease with the nature of questions. While I try not to of course ask anything that you won't be open to discussing, some of the questions can be a bit intrusive. So are there any you wouldn't want to discuss?"

[mpahri]

Peace Offering | ahri + nv

continued from here with @mpxinvidia

This was the last time, Ahri muttered to herself as she felt her cheeks finally settle into something more neutral. Last time she would trust a couple of birds to tell her where a person was. It didn't help that the escort gazed at her as if she had interrupted something extremely important. Which considering, she might have.

"Sorry." She mumbled, chewing on her lower lip, uncomfortable at the scene she just witnessed. It wasn't as if she was judging, on the contrary, there was an envy there for the confidence the other exuded and Ahri had the distinct impression he would not appreciate it if she wasted his time.

"Oh, uhm...I was looking for you, actually I was looking for Lio. But it's actually better I found you first instead." She fished out an envelope from her book bag, before offering it to the other. She didn't know if she was even in a place to make this offer, but since she couldn't even face her ex without spiraling down into a great big pile of embarrassment at the thought of her best friend actually privy to all that had happened between her and Lio, Ahri didn't want to second guess herself.

"Gift certificates for Noona." She explained as she offered the envelope. "A gift." She added, as if she wasn't being clear. She won best costume during the Halloween Ball of all things and had gotten several prizes, one of which was a full meal for two at the swanky restaurant. Since she knew she wouldn't use it, she decided it would be the best peace offering to somebody she had greatly inconvenienced.

[mpahri]

Hilarious Mistake | tau + ahri

continued from here with @tau-mp

"Look, I was young and broke," Ahri says with consternation, covering her eyes as if it would somehow erase the sight of the novel currently in Tau's hands. She had no idea how he was even able to figure out that Hart and Holmes, an absolute drivel of trite contemporary romance, was actually her debut novel under a pen name. "That's the only explanation how I was able to even write that." She shuddered as if being in the presence of the novel would make her expire on the spot.

"How did you even find it?" She asked, green eyes a mix of fear and horror. "It's not as if it's in the best-seller's list." It hadn't been, and definitely the work was a testament to how weak her abilities were when she was younger. Would the book seller suspect that the novel was actually a series and Ahri didn't just write one or two of the horrid book, but actually six in a series.