#asher 001

@asherlevinsky​

Benji was outgoing by nature. Incredibly extroverted and with a knack for just walking up to people he thought might be interesting and starting a conversation, Benji had met Asher the week prior while surfing. It’d been like staring in a mirror in some respects, which meant that Benji was in heaven. He had a lot of ‘friends’, but not a lot of good friends, which sort of matched up with his personality. Still, the soul-connection was undeniable, and Benji had happily agreed to meet for kayaking this week with the man he only knew as ‘Asher’. Did he have a man-crush? Most definitely. Plus, he’d spent the last few days crashing at Annie’s to avoid his mother, so getting out of her hair for a few hours seemed like the wise decision to make. 

Arriving about five minutes after they’d agreed to get to the rental place, Benji came prepared with two mini coolers filled with a few beers for the excursion. “Hey, man!” Benji greeted chipper as ever, offering over one of the Igloos. “My girlfriend said I have to ask if you’re a serial killer, because something about saying I met a guy surfing who just got to town and is a flight attendant was kinda sketchy. But I my dream way to die is because of a serial killer so I can get on true crime podcasts without having to actually kill someone or be a cop who screws up their job, y’know?”

It’s been so long since she’s seen him. Not a day went by when she didn’t think of him. Her thoughts were riddled with Asher. Still, she had always been scared that she would forget what Asher looked like. Memories of him would be there, but the face would be nothing but just pure black because she just wouldn’t be able to remember what he looked like. To see him standing here right in front of her just shows that she remembers every single little detail and that has her feeling much relief. 

Where: Patty's café

The cozy ambiance of the cafe embraced Riley as they entered, greeted by the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations. The club's LGBTQIA+ brunch was in full swing, but they were just arriving.

Near the reserved area, Riley noticed Asher, nursing a cup of tea. They sat down at his table.

"Hey, Asher! How are you holding up?" Riley asked with genuine concern, having heard what happened during the storm.

starter: @ash-becker​

Lottie practically stumbled through the front door with varying bags hanging from her arms. Some were from work, and others were from the quick grocery shopping she’d rushed together on the way home. “I know, I’m late-“ She called out, smiling softly when the cat came hurrying up to weave between her legs. “Well that’s one prompt hello.” Lottie muttered, shedding a coat, her purse, and bookbag while her green eyes scanned the front of the house for any sign of her child, or brother for that matter. “Asher? I picked up food for tonight.” She had let the fridge get a bit bare on the inside, and the little bite of guilt at her conscious hadn’t kicked in till that afternoon. “They must be having fun without me.” She lamented, wide eyed to feline who only started to meow insistently for his own dinner.

he kicks his feet up on one of the tables within the library of house mageia and has a large, leather bound tome opened against his knees. he drums his fingers across ancient words that have been transcribed for those without arcane knowledge—like an idiots guide to magic—and he hums to himself as he reads. 

he’s telekinetic, that much he’s gathered, and telepathic, too. he’s jean fucking grey. which is fine, he always liked her as an x-men, dark phoenix and all, but he wants to know more of the limits of his powers. 

without looking up from his book, he waves a hand and a chair moves for the dark haired figure to sit. “yes, you can sit here.” he looks up. “that’s what you were thinking of asking, wasn’t it?”