#thread; avery

[le0davisarchive]

closed starter: @averydawson​ where: avery’s apartment

“Aaaaay...” Leo’s voice drawled out the first syllable of Avery’s name. He repeated the vowel from his seated position in front of Avery’s apartment door. His posture was slack against the wood. His muscles so loose with the amount of alcohol he had consumed to rid himself of his guilt. It took sixteen shots to do so. He repeated the vowel again meaning to be louder but instead reached a much higher pitch. It reminded him of a song a particular song from the sixties called, Sherry by Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons. He tried to reach the falsetto once again using Avery’s name in place of Sherry’s as he began to sing the song. “Aaaaa-AAA-ver-yyyy, can you come out tonight?” He practically screech sang in the empty hall. 

[ozsflowergarden]

When: Fairly Late at night Where: A small Diner Who: @cha0sf0xx

Oz vanished away from the chaos after a while. He wanted some time to just exist without having to worry about going home. Truthfully he didn't want to go home, back to that empty house, and pretend like he didn't want to come home to someone. It was easy most nights, he enjoyed his peace, but nights after Death Eater chaos he wanted someone to be there.

Oz took up an empty booth at the diner (the last one in fact), figuring a giant milkshake would probably help. Would it? Who was to say but what he did know is it went amazing with the fries he ordered too. He was busy jotting down the flowers he'd need to replace in the shop and what new ones to buy, that he didn't notice someone else coming up to him.

[le0davisarchive]

closed starter: @averydawson​ where: the dive bar on the 9th

Leo was perched on a stool with his forearms relaxed upon the countertop. He looked at peace as he scanned the many bottles of liquor displayed on the high shelves behind the bar. It was impossible to look at him and know that he had woken up in a full sweat that morning. He had looked just as fresh and attractive as always, but on the inside, his stomach was twisting and churning. His mind kept reliving flashes of a nightmare that he prayed would never be his reality. The pang of seeing how hurt his wife’s eyes had looked in the dream, had made him point up high to a caramel colored tequila. “The añejo on the top left, chilled, please.” He said to the bartender who always paid him to mind here at the dive bar on the 9th. He took a breath and swiveled in the stool to get himself to relax as he waited for his drink. As he did so, he caught sight of a familiar face that was twisted up just enough to say, “Actually, you better make that two.” He said loudly for the bartender to hear as he kept his gaze on Avery. “What happened to you?” He questioned when she was close enough now to hear him.