#id: interactions

[littleblxebird]

@frcst-bitten

the room was still the same as she remembered. little to nothing, an empty dresser, loose blanket on the mattress. she didn’t know why she had expected krys to have suddenly gained an interest in having furnishings in the months they had been apart--- avery didn’t know what she had expected at all, really. she hadn’t seen the girl, really seen her, (hold her. touch her.), in months it felt like. it had been too long. and avery knew it was her fault. not seeking her out. withdrawing in on herself and leaving everyone without a word again. maybe it was shame. (moving from drinking to stronger, harder things.) she didn’t know. she just knew--- she had come back to school, tired, mind foggy--- and missed everyone. especially krys. she wanted to apologize, something--- but she wasn’t sure where they stood. if she’d even see her again---

so avery might have had some liquid courage and set off to find krys’s room--- and slip in when the girl wasn’t there. she couldn’t not let her in to talk if she was already there, right?

sitting on the girl’s bed, heads between her knees and legs shaking, bottle between her legs, avery bit her lip and waited. maybe there was enough time she could leave still---

[littleblxebird]

“What happened to your face?” (Will)

@oftoolsandaxes

“---what?” the blonde paused a moment, brows furrowing together before she reached her hand up, feeling the sensitive skin around her eye and her swollen lip. when did that?--- she had blacked out the night before. avery frowned. “i--- i fell. it’s not that bad, is it?”

[littleblxebird]

@frcst-bitten

this was a bad idea. a bad, bad idea. parties were one thing. she could do parties. get drunk. get high. they were easy. easy to get through and do. fancy parties? balls? that was different. way different. avery couldn’t do this. had no idea why she thought she could. her dress was heavy, her feet hurt and--- her friends had said to come. her siblings had asked her and so she had relented but, honestly. avery was regretting it now. a couple hours in and she was feeling over whelmed and panicking. she had managed to inch herself to a corner of the ball room, pulling nervously at the front of her dress while her body itched and her blood screamed in her veins. deep breaths. one. two. three. one. two. three. one. two--- “a---ah. sorry.” she kept her head down, not even bothering to look up at whoever had walked over. “do you want--- am i in the way? i can move.”

[littleblxebird]

✿ (avery hehehehe)

@pyrcprince [tHIS IS 2 MONTHS OLD IM SO SORRY]

6. shy kiss

                   he’s--- charming? at the moment avery’s head is pounding so much she can’t really remember what he’s like, let alone his name. but he’s been talking to her and getting her drinks, being nice--- enough that the general unease that twists up in her stomach when she’s alone with boys she doesn’t know is gone. amusement and--- something else are in its place instead. the other feeling is gratefulness, apparently, because the next time maybe charming boy walks around with a cup avery reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him while he’s talking. she leans down after a moment, blinking as a wave of bafflement hits her. what had she?--- right. “thanks.” she takes the cup, smiling back up at him.

[damnitward]

Music note thing Mobile

the bagman’s gambit - the decemberists

“on the lam from the law.”

[damnitward]

Oops! (lexi)

17. Your character walking in on mine having an embarrassing fall. 

he sees it as it’s happening. paper on the stairs, arms full of a toddler---- ward only has a moment to think and react before he’s heading for the floor. he manages to keep his arms up high at least as his side connects with the stair floors, gabriel safe from being injured. daisy would kill him.

[damnitward]

“Oops!” alissa

9. Your character walking in on mine in bed with someone. @alissa-romanoff

he’s busy, CLEARLY busy, when he hears the door knob rattling behind him. daisy makes some pitiful attempt to shut up so whoever it is will think they’re not there but, ward is sure whoever it is can hear something and get the point and will leave---- except not. the rattling stops and he hears the door open instead, (did he not lock it?), and ward’s first thought is to shove daisy down and reach for his gun, posing it at the corner as---- what the hell. “romanoff?”

[littleblxebird]

@krys-crock

                  it’s something she can vaguely remember krys mentioning a few nights before. how she hasn’t really stepped into a classroom in weeks and is still acing all her classes. which means she must be smart------ or at least take tests very well. either way it’s a trait avery doesn’t have. she’s been avoiding classes and homework since the wedding incident and it’s showing in her grades. she’s failing. and that’s putting it nicely. some professors have given her leniency, some offered extra credit. avery doesn’t want to do it but----- she’s not sure where she’d go if she wasn’t at vindex, so she has to. she has a few family members she’d know would be willing to help her but, shame bubbles in her stomach at the thought of even asking----- which is where krys came in. she seemed to like her well enough the other night, (true avery had been drunk), and while she would generally hate having to ask anyone for help but----- the thought of not having a place to go, (because she’d never ask her family to take her in), was terrifying enough to make her do so. so, here she was, at krys’s dorm, hand hovering on the door, debating whether she really needed to knock or not----- when the door opened. avery’s hand dropped in half shock, face flushing a moment.  “-----oh. is this a bad time? sorry. i can go?”