DRiNK ME [open]

[hound4]

Fucked. Totally fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked. It was all that crashed around in Asher’s head as she made her way across town. Eyes… eyes. She could use her eyes to see, but everything wasn’t real. Everything was… unreal? Unreal. Unreal as fuck, and her head spun with it. There wasn’t anything she could hold onto here… why was she here again? What the hell had brought her here, the godforsaken place in a godforsaken state in a godforsaken nation. Asher found herself bored, and it was too much. This entire thing was just… too much. Agitation reared up inside her gut, and it was far too much.

She hadn’t slept in days. Asher didn’t sleep. She didn’t rest, she didn’t close her eyes, she was simply awake. Awake and alive, mostly immortal—for all intents and purposes, that was, immortal. She just wouldn’t die. Asher didn’t see a point to not dying when she wasn’t living, and it was… it was mental. All of it was mental. She wasn’t mental, just fucked up. Of all of the things the gentlemanly creature thought of, she knew she was fucked up. Asher stuck a cigarette between her lips as she made her way across town. Yeah. Fucked up worked.

It’s nearly down to the filter by the time she finds the coffee shop. Without thinking all too clearly, he bursts through the door. On the street behind her, the butt is ground under her heel. She’s stormy. Today, Asher is stormy. Grey blue eyes fix on the world around her, pupils dilating slightly—coffee. There was coffee here. Caffeine was sustenance, and it would get her through. All she needed was a cup of coffee. Coffee. Yes, coffee now. Before the counter Asher appears, ordering a straight cup of the darkest coffee she can find. No frills. Just caffeine.

WORDS! enough, yeah.
STATUS! done done done
TAGS! open
NOTES! yay first Asher post... it's rough. Have fuuun XD
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CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[becca]

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holding my last breath

it ends here tonight. i'll miss the winter a world of fragile things look for me in a white forest hiding in a hollow tree. i know you hear me i can taste it in your tears. closing your eyes to disappear. you pray your dreams will leave you here. but still you wake and know the truth. no one is there. say goodnight. don't be afriad. calling me calling me as you fade to black

It was entirely frustrating to figure out if she was visible or not. At first, it was just something she had to figure out most of the time, but now it had been months of trying to figure out if she was visible to others or if she remained the symbol of a ghost. Becca was tired of being a ghost and now she had all eternity left. She was pretty sure she knew what was holding her down to this Earth. It was something she wasn’t able to accomplish. She was pretty sure her soul wanted revenge on the bastards who killed her. Who tortured her and tormented her and her best friend before she hit the grave. However, before that happened, Crawford- the brave and wonderful fallen angel- killed them while trying to save her from her fate. So her trying to gain revenge on those who were already dead was really kind of hard. Impossible, actually.

At the moment, she was pretty sure she was visible. Pretty sure people looked at her differently when they could actually see her. It had taken Becca a while to really recognize it because her attention span wouldn’t allow her to see all those details, but she had seen them. She saw when someone was able to look right at her and when someone was able to look around her. Right through her. Like she was nothing. Wait- that was exactly what she was. The ghost was nothing but air. She acted like air. Becca hadn’t even had the courage to go out flying yet, which had been something she was always curious about when she met another ghost while she was alive. She thought that if she were a ghost, she would go out and fly all the time. It turned out, not so much. It hurt her heart, but she went through her life finding things to distract herself. That’s what she had done when she was upset in the past. Find something shinny. Take her mind far away from it.

Her distraction now was the pretty little coffeeshop she remembered. She actually didn’t drink coffee unless it was basically a giant sugar drink, but she had remembered how much she loved the tea there. There was also a social aspect she enjoyed. People rather hated Becca or they absolutely adored her. There wasn’t something in between. However people felt about her reflected how she felt about them. It was quite simple. The once bouncy faerie, now ghost, walked into the place, glad that she actually had to open the door to enter the room. The scents filled the air at once. For once, the place didn’t have a line outside of the door. There were a couple of individuals in there (as there really wasn’t a time it didn’t have a single soul in there), but very slow for the afternoon. Must have been the time of day. Where almost everyone was at work or already had the morning coffee. Becca went up to the counter, smiling happily and keeping her mind off of her current species for the time being.

While she waited for the drink to come, her eyes scanned the area. There was someone that caught her eye. Becca didn’t know if she knew the person in the life she had before, but it was sure captivating. She cocked her head curiously to the side, grabbing her braided hair in wonder. Most people would probably see the person that stood out from the rest and then carry out the day. Not Becca. Whatever she was going through, a couple of traits remained the same. There was no difference in what came out of her mouth. What was in her head popped out of her mouth. As soon as she had her drink in hand, she skipped over to the empty seat across from the stranger. ”You okay? You look like you’re about to tear something apart.” Personal boundaries and talking to strangers like they knew each other was one of her habits. Becca didn’t really understand anything else. There was a guy named Magnus who warned her about it, but that was about as much guidance as the girl got. Too many people were too polite to tell her otherwise.

Tagged: Hound/Asher; .Notes: Hope you don't mind her poppin in o.o

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