#audrasmythe

[rippedstitch-s]

ASA: Yes I know, I know. You know I don't have friends to even tell this to. AUDRA: You have me

Comfort in paints and plants, @audrasmythe & @rippedstitch-s

[ariaboughton]

@audrasmythe

It felt a bit weird meeting Audra - after all, they have a mutual friend through the one person that Aria is not allowed under any means to talk to. But she worries about him. Hates that she can't stop thinking about if they've killed him. She could ask, and it's on her mind to do so - but she won't do that either. She just sits in it and waits. If she's good, if she's useful, then maybe it won't be too long before she knows something.

Still — she prepares by reminding herself that it'll be good to go out and be around someone that she knows she can trust. The text had come in at the perfect time, really - right when she'd been about to drift off into another spiral of anxiety that had seemingly overtaken most of her life these days.

No drama, just a clear head, beautiful art, and maybe a laugh or two with a friend. She could do that. Easily. She'd dressed and done her make-up so as to hide just how tired she was lately. She cracks an easy smile once she spots Audra just outside the venue, lifting a hand in greeting.

"Hey!" This feels so far outside the realm of what she's been dealing with the past little bit that it's almost a relief to just be. "I hope you're ready for me to ramble your ear off about how beautiful everything is."

[davestoll]

CLOSED STARTER: @audrasmythe​ LOCATION: audra’s apartment

“You’re... blonde?” It’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth, a bit too concerned to be convincingly masked as pleasantly surprised. “It looks great!” he’s quick to reassure, taking a step forward but then stopping short. “I— hm.” David holds up his hands, a smile of surrender creeping from the corner of his mouth. “Hold on, this threw me off. Let me recalibrate for a second here.” 

He closes the door in her face, then reopens it, this time prepared to give a reaction of David Stoll-level believability. “My god— is that Pam Anderson?” He whistles lewdly and finally steps over the threshold, collecting Audra into a tight hug.

“It really does look great. You look good, Auds.” Though he’s smiling, his brow furrows slightly. In his arms, she feels noticeably thinner. David sweeps his gaze around the room before releasing her from the hug, all traces of concern erased by the time their eyes meet. “Where the hell have you been?”

[rippedstitch-s]

👄 - audra!

"Have you ever seen the painting, Painter's Honeymoon? It's this... beautiful piece by Frederic Leighton, of this woman who looks like the sun personified. She's leaning into the man beside her who's working on a painting - but it's so clear she's guiding him. Easing him along to create a masterpiece with such love and kindness... he looks troubled, but. She's there. Can't be too troubled when she's there. It's a bit cliché, but Audra reminds me of that woman. Maybe not her appearance, but her aura. She is that for me."

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // GUS // MAL // ASH

[rippedstitch-s]

( @audrasmythe )

He's happy - elated to hear that Audra wants to come over. He hardly remembers the last time they've gotten to spend time together, and seeing a friend right now seems like just the thing he needs.

The problem is that Asa's days have been fraught. Arm still in a brace and bandaged from a run-in between his psychosis and his bedroom mirror (the psychosis won), red-rimmed eyes with bags beneath. He stands like a man on a tilting ship, and now he sports bandages beneath his shirt and robe, across his chest. Perhaps it's harder to inhale occasionally as it heals, but the scar he will sport when it heals takes his breath away in a completely different way.

There's biscuits on a plate as some small offering to his guest as he opens the door with a few cats ambling around near his feet. They're finding it harder to settle with their guardian out of sorts, too. "Audra... 's been a while, love. I've missed you terribly." He says honestly.

[angelstoker]

closed starter / @audrasmythe

Sometimes, she's afraid of catching a glimpse of her own reflection in store windows, or her own bathroom mirror, and seeing something, someone she can't recognize; she avoids looking into reflective surfaces if she can help, avoids looking into the water, focusing on the horizon instead, plain and endless and void, the stars clear and bright as they'd always been, away from the city's pollution.

There's little in her life which isn't calculated, intentional, and it all feels like a bit of an orchestration as she turns—wind tangled amidst her brown hair, sanctified beneath the pale moonlight. "You really don't wanna go back there, it's a battlefield," she warns with a playful smile on her lips before extending the bottle dangling from her hand. "Wanna share? I can't finish this whole thing on my own, anyways."

[scoredandstoried]

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend

Oz has a lot of people he chats with but a few who he considers the closest friends. He's probably closest with Audra, due to everything she's done with him and them both working at the Atheneum, but he also has a kinship with Nicolé and enjoys spending time with her.

@audrasmythe @nicolestueck

[mixedinterpretations]

Closed Starter: for @audrasmythe Location: 12/31/23, A table near a window at the Top of the Standard

It's gotten busy, and there aren't many spots to sit as people shift about and get their drinks and little appetizers. Sit in spots with whoever they've come with. Gus is alone, which is fine - he's focused more on not knocking over his drink and just trying to keep sane. But he sees a beautiful woman walking around who doesn't seem to have a spot. "The seat's open, here- um. If you need to rest. It's pretty fucking busy at the moment." He laughs sheepishly.