#c. ashley

[wildeycs]

open to f/nb muse: ashley lee, guitarist, 24 plot: i want an ex’s plot where they have the same group of friends and still hang out. i want soft little touches out of force of habit. i want them to flirt as if they’re still together then ask each other why they aren’t

ash finds them at the balcony, eyes red from a reason that they refuse to disclose. she has been observing them in silence and knows that they haven’t been in the best of moods, but they no longer have the kind of relationship where they can ask about things like this without complications. it is the sight of them trying to hide their tears in the middle of a group conversation that makes her yield and reach out. hesitantly, ash sits next to them and hands over their favourite drink. “are you okay?” the other looks up, eyes widened from surprise. “what? just because we broke up doesn’t mean i can’t ask you that, right?” 

[eatrude]

@warkept / sc.

“ Therapy only works when we have a genuine desire to know ourselves as we are.  Not as we would like to be.  A ... high powered focus, a mirror, that not everyone is equipped to face ... if it troubles you to think of it as therapy, perhaps it might help simply to say we are ... having conversations. “  He sets a cup of coffee down in front of Ashley.   Too early in the morning to be appropriate to serve wine -- too late in the morning to justify returning to bed after he leaves.  He may as well make breakfast. 

“ We could discuss it over breakfast, if you like. “ 

[scuthernace-blog]

Happy birthday to the Queen. @gcldenflvir

[wildeycs]

open to f/nb muse: ashley lee, tattoo artist/guitarist, age: 24. plot: i thought you’re crushing on my brother but what do you mean you’re just friends and hanging around the house because you’re interested in me??

“oh, it’s you.” it probably shouldn’t surprise her, given how close their visitor has grown with her brother, to the point that it almost seems as though they’re interested in archer beyond what’s platonic. it seems cruel of her to watch it happen, knowing that archer won’t be returning the feelings, but it isn’t a conversation that she should meddle in at all. besides, she rather enjoys their company. “archie’s not here, though. he’s gone out to shop for someone’s birthday, i think. probably won’t be back so soon.” ash scratches the back of her head awkwardly. she would’ve worn something more presentable if she had known they’d be coming over. “i’ve ordered pizza though, if you’d like some.” 

[wildeycs]

inspired by this, third bulletin for @complusiive​

“stop.” it takes all of her strength to utter these words, but it is what needs to be said. “just stop.” another breath and ashley pushes the other away with weak hands that no longer feel like her own. what they said that night still hurts, no matter how much she’s tried to deny its existence. an ache that she has tried too many ways to soothe but to no avail. they say distance is the best remedy, but how can she get it when the two are so used to being inseparable? tonight, however, she is determined to stop herself from more heartache. she already knows what will happen in the morning. she doesn’t want to get her hopes up only for them to be crushed beneath their feet. “you’re the one who said it’s a mistake, remember?” she scoffs, ” — so stop repeating it.”

[wildeycs]

continued from here, @monkfruit​

“you’re really going to go to work like this and infect everyone else? wow, you’re such a public health hazard, babe.” ash teases, but there is some genuine concern in her voice. the state of mjay is obviously not suitable for work, she doubts she can last the whole shift when it’s tough enough to even stand up. “see? i told you.” she shakes her head after watching the other flops back on the mattress — this is not going to work. the guitarist nods and heads straight to the kitchen, handing mjay the pills with a glass of water a minute after. “you’re not going to work. not on my watch.” sure, maybe she is privileged enough to never have to worry about money, but calling in sick for a day has never killed anyone, right?

[wildeycs]

open to f/nb muse: ashley lee, tattoo artist/guitarist, 24. plot: we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

“you’re saying that we should stop seeing each other like this... why?” because they have a new partner now, you idiot. “we used to do these things too, even before we’re dating. how is it suddenly a problem?” if there is anything definite about ashley at all, it is that she is a creature of habit. even now that they are no longer a couple, some habits are too ingrained for her to quit within such a short amount of time. some people prefer to block their ex once and for all, so they’d be over it sooner, but that has never been how things work for ash. but she’s trying, okay? she really is.

[infrasred]

     she wraps a silk cardigan around a svelte frame, shielding herself from december cold that would cause those in upper states to rejoice. not a born and bred texan, though, and certainly not a resident of sunny Arizona state. usually, she spends this hour fast asleep: ignoring the sounds of children playing and birds chirping. but today, sleep had yet to come. for once in her life, a newspaper is picked up before pests get to it and her attention drifts to a neighbor performing the very same task. NOT a morning person, but when one has spent the night fully awake, it can hardly be counted as morning at all. strolling over, she’s welcomed with the familiar hissing of the man’s very own pest. “ ya really should deal with that … ” she murmurs, offering herself a seat on the porch. “ could wound up with a nasty bite one of these days, y’know. ” / @ashleyxdaniels