Discover Top Posts Tagged with #andylldn

Belford Bound || Andy & Norman

A lot had happened in the past few weeks since they had last seen one another, since their last little get together. Norman had continued to monitor his art exhibit at the local gallery, spending his free time already writing down ideas for the next If This Be Hell installment. There were a number of topics from which he could choose, and yet his mind seemed much more attached to the French Revolution. With no strong ties in London, he saw no reason he couldn’t be away from the city for weeks at a time. While he had begun to call London home, he also felt an ever-growing hole of malcontent growing in his heart. It was an odd feeling really, and it was because of this that the man knew it was time to keep himself busy.

Off to France he was to go.

But until then he would spend his time in London and its surrounding cities. It was on such weekends as these that he decided to take his bike and ride north. He had visited Belford just a few weekends ago and found the place to be quiet and to his liking, and so he found himself packing a backpack and doing just that this weekend: heading back. This time, however, he was bringing his dear friend Andy along, and it was to his surprise that Andy seemed rather pleased about the get-away. Why it was much of a surprise, he didn’t know, but what he was sure of is that the two of them were going to have a great time.

Arriving outside Andy’s flat, Norman cut the engine to his Yamaha XV920R, listening to the motor fall to a low purr. He slung his backpack to his chest, shuffling through one of the pockets before removing his cell phone. Taking off his sunglasses, he pulled the helmet from his head, resting it between his legs before slipping the Ray Bans back on. He brushed brown locks from his face, typing away on his phone before deleting the message all together, opting to simply call the man. As the phone rang, Norman squinted up at the building, as if he were able to spot his friend from his current position.

(andylldn)

#andylldn #Belford Bound

Life Is a Waterfall || Angie&Andy

Angelina didn’t know how to feel about being back in London for such a short period of time. She had planned on making several of these weekend trips home as long as filming lasted but there was going to be a time where it would wear her out, she was sure of it. She expected she would be doing nothing but sleeping the entire weekend but the whole point of her returning to London was to see friends and go out and do things. On top of the jet lag, she had spent the previous night at a Rolling Stones concert. She literally felt like the walking dead, but still, sleeping wasn’t on her agenda. It seemed it wasn’t on someone else’s agenda either. After chatting with Andy and hearing how depressed he sounded, it was a little alarming. Hadn’t he just gotten married? Hearing talk about how a ‘permanent sleep’ would fix his problems definitely didn’t sound like something a newlywed would say.

Angie remembered talking to Andy months ago about his trip to Uganda, or they had talked before he left for that trip, anyway. She never did find out how that went and they were always talking about meeting up; now seemed like the perfect time to finally make that happen. The actress left her house around 7:30 and drove herself to the bar she and Andy agreed to meet at, getting a table once inside and ordering herself something to drink. She honestly didn’t know what to expect. Just that something about the way he sounded when they talked sounded so dark and hopeless and that one particular sentence stuck out to her, causing her to worry a little. Maybe she was reading too much into it but there had to be something serious going on with him to illicit that sort of comment.

[ andylldn ]

#andylldn

Party of Me, You, and the Whole Damn Crew || Andy & Norman

It had been days--weeks--months!--in the making, and now the event had finally arrived, rearing its head like a beast that refused to be tamed. Numerous ideas for the occasion had thundered about in his mind for extended periods of time, some including having to jump out of an airplane, while others required them to shoot each other with pellets of paint--And while all of these seemed well and good, Andy would be expecting those sort of things from him. As much as he wanted to live up to his unpredictable predictability, the man knew that there was a lot of room for him to play the deceit and deception card, and he used this to his advantage.

For the past week or so he had been building up the event in such a manner that he assumed Andy believed they were to do something rather risky in terms of survival rate and health concerns. In reality, he had something much less absurd planned, but he wasn't about to let his friend know that, not even in the slightest. He arrived at the bachelor's apartment, face screwed up into a smile that he was having trouble containing, despite how he twisted his lips to try and kill the pulling of his lips. The event was to be casual, which coincided with the pair of dark wash jeans he wore and denim button down, which was still half tucked in due to his inability to decide if he wanted to keep it that way or not.

His knuckles rapped on the apartment door before being stuffed into his pants pocket, as if to keep them from fiddling nervously with his other hand, which held his cell phone. The level of excitement he was currently sustaining was incredible in the sense that he hadn't blurted anything out to Andy over the past few days, which he prided himself on.

Now where was his friend and what was he taking so long? They had an evening to get to!

(andylldn)

#Party of Me You and the Whole Damn Crew #andylldn

Inebriated (In All Sense of the Word) || Andy & Norman

Two weeks had passed since his initial admittance to the Royal London Hospital, and it was now two days after his release that the realities of life once again became a crushing force on his shoulders. After only one day of being back to work, he began to wonder how things were to progress--and not with the filming, but with himself. The confidence he had invested in the project was unwavering; his health, however, was not.

The self-pity will get you nowhere. Buck up and take a smoke.

A smoke. ... Yes, he needed that.

After two weeks and two days of not smoking, the man was beginning to wonder if his withdrawals had already subsided, but any time he passed someone with a cigarette he could feel his mouth begin to salivate, his senses divert themselves towards the smoldering object. The cancerous fumes felt warm and welcoming--and the smell was--and to have a cigarette between his fingers--... Where were those damn things?

Skimming around the perimeter of his apartment, it was in the bedroom that he found the little white carton. It lay atop the bed's comforter as if to say, "I've been waiting." Waiting... Sure; he'd been waiting too. A worn hand scooped up the package, jamming it into his pants pocket. He made a beeline for the front door, closing it with a rather loud clang behind him. Leaning against the cool metal, the man rustled through his front pocket, removing the carton and a lighter that had seen better days. Hastily, he slipped one of the white sticks between thin lips, raising the lighter towards the other end. With fingers that were shaky yet determined, the cigarette was successfully lit, and the man relaxed against the metal frame.

An unprecedented sense of exhaustion swept over his being, causing him to close his eyes and tilt his head back, pressing it to the door. The cigarette stuck up towards the sky, as if trying to escaped the already jilted man's lips. With smoke curling above his head (and in his lungs), the man released a sigh. The thoughts of his friend coming over to visit had already left his mind, and for a moment he was encapsulated in the idea that he and the burning tobacco were the only two things in existence.

Gonna burn yourself to the ground, ole boy. Gonna wreck yourself worse than Caesar.

The man chuckled, scratching his brow at the thought. To surpass Caesar... What a feat that would be.

(andylldn)

#andylldn #Inebriated (In All Sense of the Word)

Texts to Andy

Emily: Next shows are September 27 and October 5. Be there or be square. ;) x

#text: andy #andylldn

Texts to Andy

Emily: Have you ever been in a love square? Not a triangle, but a square?

Emily: Yes, this is a literal question.

#text: andy #andylldn

Quiet Voices || Andren

Lauren was wandering around the kitchen that evening, ingredients and recipes scattered amongst the tables while she moved from one place to the other. Tonight, she was helping Andy cook dinner for the kids, since they seemed to be ravenous by the time they came back inside from playing out in the garden. It was a lovely day outside and the sun began to cask its evening glare into the lively household while the sounds of movement cascaded through the walls of the home. “Wait…where did I put the sauce?” She mumbled, half to herself as she ran through the kitchen, looking under things and behind all sorts of ingredients before finally laying eyes upon it…right on the counter. “Oops..” She said with a chuckle, looking up at Andy and shrugging her shoulders lightly. She picked up the sauce by then and finished up making her side of the dinner.

When everything was finally finished, she took it upon herself to have it all set on the table while Andy went and called in the kids. Arthur came running in his, dirt all down his arms and legs which made Lauren laugh a little bit. “I think someone is going to need a bath after this….” She stated, looking over at Andy and shooting him a little wink before speaking again, noticing Tilly walking in soon behind. “Alright, all we have to do is get washed up and then we can eat!” She said fairly cheerfully as the kids both ran off to wash themselves up. “I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a boy light up so much hearing that he wants to take a bath.” She commented with a laugh to Andy.

#andylldn #bad title lol

Something to Take the Edge Off // Andy and Lara

Today felt like a rather spontaneous day. Lara was getting brunch with someone she had just met and yet she didn't feel uncomfortable about it. She was even buying. Pulling out her phone, she began looking up nearby cafes on Google. After scrolling through for a moment or so, she began walking, looking over to her new acquaintance. There were quite a few places near them and it was almost difficult to choose. Having been away from London for so long she simply wanted to experience it all.

"Do you have a place in particular you like for brunch?" she asked curiously, hand clutching clutching her mobile. After walking a few steps, she stopped and glanced at the screen again. "We're near St. John street; there's a few places with food and alcohol there." she told Andy, grinning a bit.

She did certainly need a drink. Perhaps she felt so spontaneous today because of her stress and needing to escape it. She wanted to be at her best but at the same time, she thought whiskey might be a soother to her nerves. She didn't want to get drunk, after all it was the late morning. She had her full day ahead of her. She simply needed alcohol in her system to give her a blissful buzz.

"Also, thank you for appeasing me. Very kind of you."

#andylldn #para #p:something to take the edge off