#chat: avery

[ottobuch]

for: @afaulkncr​ location: birdie’s

“I’ve always said that it’s boring people that get bored,” Otto chimed cheerfully, nudging another shot towards Avery. Rhys was missing tonight, the three headed monster that was Otto, Rhys and Avery was lacking; but he refused to let such a thing bring down the mood. Enough drinks had him feeling fluid, Birdie’s had lost whatever grimy appeal that it had to the fuzziness of his vision: a smile split easily on his lips as he tipped back his drink. Thoughtfully pouring some salt out onto his wrist, he held it out for his companion, pinching a lime between his fingers to chase the tequila with. “And we’re certainly not boring. Whats on the agenda tonight? The princess with the bodyguard looking friends, or little Lord Fuckelroy over there who is drinking a—“ Otto squinted, “Is that boulevardier in a dive bar? Pretentious.”

[sage-walsh]

for: @afaulkncr​ location: the beach

“Smash.” Avery’s gaze suddenly cut over to Sage so quickly that she nearly spat out her drink— instead she leaned forward quickly, sputtering a laugh. “What, is that not what we’re doing right now?” She lowered her sunglasses on her nose as a group of rugby players from what she could only assume was some English school on holiday jogged by, getting their cardio in while treading shallow water. Her hand raised and she wiggled her fingers at a russet haired boy before turning her attention to Avery, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll actually listen now. What were you saying?”

[constellaticnsx]

@babyitsmagic​

“I swear, some clients are just determined to make my life harder. I give them option after option but they just have this idea in their head that’s what they want and they won’t accept anything else. And not to be rude, but like, if she knew what she wanted and it was what she wanted, she wouldn’t really need me, would she?”

[magdalenakaminski-blog]

bad parenting;

@averyxlostsoul​

While she had confirmed the safety of Henryk and Damien, it wasn’t until Lena was leaving latter’s home that she realized something grave. She had forgotten all about Avery. Such things weren’t amended easily, the vampiress chided herself, racing back to her home. When she pushed back into the parlour, she nearly stumbled over the plethora of packages and bags that she had brought home with her, raising her voice as she called for the fledgling.

In her kitchen, Magdalena paused, stilling herself and listening intently through the home. An old house such as hers whispered things, there were no secrets to be kept in it’s creaking steps and in the way it groaned. She heard it then, the drag of something against grass. Lena spun, peering out the window to catch the blonde, soaked through in blood that she was certain was not her own, making a neat pile of what had once been her house staff. 

“Avery?”

[derekkensington]

Bruised Knuckles | Avery&Derek

Derek arrived in his loft shortly after his final text to Avery. Chuckling at her response he slid his phone back into his pocket. Shaking his hand at his side to let the pain subside he dropped his keys on the counter and moved to the freezer. He knew Avery would be here any moment but went for the peas anyways, the bag slipping from his fingers and falling when he saw the door open. “I-... it was so heavy it fell?” He mused.

@itsangelavery-whitehill

[ottobuch]

for: @afaulkncr​ location: rooftop hotel pool

Otto curved into Avery’s side, pressing a kiss to a bare shoulder. His skin tasted of sunscreen and smelled of coconut, making his nose wrinkle before he tucked his chin into the crook of the other man’s neck. Their blatant and unapologetic display of PDA was making others who had sought out the rooftop bar uncomfortable— already the chairs around them had vacated, leaving Otto well on his way to the master plan of having the pool all to themselves. “A tan looks good on you, you know.” The words were purred by warm skin, paired with a smile. “Maybe we should take another vacation like this, after school’s done. Just you, me,” he paused, pouting— “Rhys too, if he decides to stop ghosting me every time I send him an eggplant emoji.”

[ottobuch]

for: @afaulkncr​ (my beloved) location: the library

Otto leaned into Avery’s side, pressing his mouth to the bare skin of the other man’s shoulder as he peered at the screen that he had the audacity to focus on instead of him. They were together under the guise that there was work to be done, but he was far too worked up— for the first time that afternoon, he  focused on the laptop. “Oh,” he commented idly, hazel eyes skimming down quickly to find Avery’s name— and then his pairing. “Disappointing.” While Otto had no real expectations that they would be put together, he had hoped for someone who wasn’t a stranger: a more reliable source of amusement. “Ah, Lorenzo Aleotti.” He drew the syllables out, the z crushed to a th with his mother’s accent, a bastardization of a perfectly good Italian name. “Careful with that one.” He had no real love for Enzo, they were too alike and still, too different, but the real cause of his words was rooted in something uglier: a flicker of jealousy. “If you put your dick in his mouth, he’s likely to bite it off.”

[ottobuch]

for: @afaulkncr​  location: outside some restaurant, upstate ny

“Avery please,” Otto sat in the driver’s seat, his voice raising an octave every time the dog outside his window scrabbled up to try and lick his face. “Can you get out and get it away from me.” The other man, however, seemed content to snicker as he grew more and more tense, leaning on the horn to try and scare the beast who in all honesty, seemed as if he had no intention of doing anything other than coming home with the pair of them. “All the spark and romance is gone,” he finally declared, withdrawing a hand from Avery’s thigh and bringing both of his arms over his chest, pouting. “I can’t believe we won’t even make it into the restaurant because you’ll let me risk a dog bite or worse.” He squinted, “And you’re laughing. I think you hate me.”