#audrey.

[sternmadchen]

"Entonces— tienes libre el fin de semana," asume, no pregunta, porque a esas alturas ambas conocen un poco (o demasiado) de la rutina de la otra. Al mismo tiempo, Audrey apenas se adentra en el espacio personal ajeno, como parte de una cercanía que se siente intencional. O quizá sólo ha aceptado que le encanta gravitar alrededor de aquella chica. "La duda es: ¿Tenemos ganas de un plan nuevo? Puedo conseguir las entradas del evento que más te guste." Estrenos de cine, exposiciones de arte, conciertos, festivales de música, obras de teatro... La lista no era corta, ¡en fin!, benditos sean los gajes del oficio. "Tú pide y yo cumplo."

[sclfcare]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ⋆.˚ open for mutuals ʚɞ ⁺˖ !

" oh , you were actually for real when you said you wanted to stay friends ? isn't that just a thing people say to be polite ? you really think i want you around after all of that shit ? be serious . "

[blightworn]

⌈ audrey | @relamb ⌋

Audrey doesn't leave the Ultra-Luxe very often. It's technically against their contract with Mr. House, outside of meetings and emergencies, but the Securitrons aren't advanced enough to recognize them without a mask. She's not the only one who makes her escapes; every family on the Strip has their own espionage operation.

Each casino has its own charms that keeps gamblers in and leaves the others with one less patron. Sometimes an undercover Chairman might throw a fit about unfair odds or an Omerta will start a fight with an unsuspecting Wastelander. The White Gloves are, of course, far more subtle in their little excursions- the fear of missing out is their bread and butter.

Her purposes are less vindictive, however. The only issue with The Diamond is that it's located on the second floor of the Ultra-Luxe. No one ever makes it that far unless they're staying the night. She can't have that, so she dolls herself up as nicely as she can, puts on her very best dress, and turns up the charm. Time to advertise.

Outside of Gommorah, she notices an interesting-looking stranger make her way through the gate. Oh, this one might be perfect. She waits for the woman to come a bit closer before she sets off in her direction, putting on her best smile. " Aren't you a pretty thing? " she says as she approaches. " Oh, your eyes... I have just the thing back at my shop! "

[empirewastes]

@berthindeath | sentence prompt: accepting!

it is the things we love most that destroy us.

" better to be done in by love than a blighted dragon, " she replies with a sigh. life hasn't been easy since the attack; docktown faced the brunt of the destruction, of course, but all of minrathous suffered. blinking away the thoughts of the destruction, she returns her focus to gwendolyn's words. " what gave you such a fatalistic view on love, darling? "

[inflamea]

audrey being the character most driven by their 'need' to atone for What Happened To Laura when she didn't do anything to her except, often, ignore her, is so, like... that's the entire thesis of the show. whatever is going on with audrey is always the thesis of the show. it is always Happening Again and we are always letting it happen again and the only people willing to do anything about it are typically also the most vulnerable people to it and. and

[enginire]

i need you to believe in me, audrey. in me. not in him. just — please. i know i'm asking a lot. but please. @nightcars.

[audreyrousx]

// a little loss (of innocence) \\

self para in response to THIS. location: med suite timing: roughly 7 months ago summary: audrey received new orders and though she wasn’t surprised to be given this task, the blonde still didn’t expect to see it coming. 

saying she was nervous was an understatement. though it wasn’t anywhere close to being audrey’s first surgery, she felt like there was a little more pressure with a patient who was fully aware  — not like he’d be making it out of this alive. richie’s eyes on her should of added more pressure, but they did the opposite. his presence helped her focus, she told him that she’d be able to do this and she wasn’t about to go back on her word. looking back at him for a moment, she let out a deep breathe and approached the struggling body that was strapped down on the med suite bed. there were three coolers nearly filled with ice, ready and waiting.

avoiding the man’s eyes, she grabbed him by the forearm stretching it out so it was flat while digging into her medical coat pocket to pull out a syringe filled with morphine. she tapped the crook of his elbow, taking a moment to search for a good vein before injecting the drug into him. the drug was fast working thankfully, giving her the opportunity to do this without him flailing around and getting in her way. she walked her way over to the cabinet where the extra sheets were located, taking out a small one and twisting it into a tight roll with a thick knot in the middle. once she reached the body she tied it around his head, a gag acting as an extra precaution, just in case she needed it. if cutting into this man’s flesh didn’t cause him to pass out, the drugs coursing through his veins would definitely speed up the process.

she pulled a pair of gloves on her fingers before finally reaching for her scalpel, steadying her hand as she slowly approached the man once again. her hands moved to the buttons of the man’s shirt, taking a deep breath as she undid them and moved the fabric away from his torso. she repeated over and over in her head that she could do this, she did things like this all the time, though her patient was usually supposed to be there and not the subject for organ removal. it was fine, it had to be fine, now all the was left was for her to focus — the difficult part was just beginning.