#audacitx.

one hundred and three years is a solid slot of time in which you can learn and prefect many things -  a language, painting, assuming an entire new identity, quite honestly . . . there are endless hobbies and skills one could acquire if that amount of time. ash had not been so clever as to take the time to learn crucial life lessons, instead he dove head first into vices until they swallowed him. a crucial life lesson he skipped over that continuously came to bite him in the ass ?   how to avoid hangovers.  as shots slither down his throat, the thought of demons don’t get hangovers is usually a repeating mantra. until the next morning when he is sorely proven wrong.  “ turn the light off. ”  ashley groans, dragging a hand through dark curls, down his face.  that light ?  ----  the sun.

“---- i know, i know i’m like forever late but,”  starts the younger as he comes barging through the front door. a brown paper bag is in his hands with enough jambalaya to feed a small army. he may have went over board when he realized he had been running behind. “i brought dinner?” he offers with a childish, feigning innocent grin coming to his lips.  “that totally makes up for it, right?”

“old friend?”  boston echoes with a slight, knowing smile on his face. he leans back on the couch, cozying up between the cushions and he reaches for the multicoloured cube from the coffee table. he looks at it, beginning to spin its sides, at lorenzo.  “what kind of old friend?” he smirks, “cause like... people only talk like that when it’s barely a friend and more like an arch enemy, or someone . . . y’know,” and to emphasize his point, the wolf’s brows bounce suggestively.  

hands slip downward, peeking up beneath the hem of his shirt to roam over his chest. she feels over his torso with her finger tips, pulling back only for a brief moment to yank the garment from him and discard it blindly.  she shifts, moving from his lap, and laying back against the mattress. she pulls him with her, wanting him to hovering atop of her. her legs spread and knees hook over his hip to press his body into hers. a lot moan escapes her, and she leans up to kiss him once more.

the sun has long set and the small shop in which she works is otherwise empty save for her. while the town is cloaked in darkness, it does not necessarily mean it is sleeping. she has learned in her time here, most are nocturnal by nature. ava wouldn’t necessarily say she is nocturnal, she just likes some damn peace and quiet. when that is disrupted, her mood shifts. there is movement toward the front of the shop, and the phoenix is quick to her feet. a few cakes and muffins are scattered on dishes around her, but her hands are currently kneading into a sourdough ball. she can smell burning as her fingertips warm. she pulls her hands back, revealing a few black spots left behind in the raw dough, and she steps around from behind the counter. ava’s head tilts and she is quiet, completely still, though a few flames begin to collect in the palm of her hands. she does not scare easily, but she has never let her guard down, especially in moments like these. hearing the footsteps approaching, the short female’s chin lifts.