Aubrey Summers (demipointe) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-03-12 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: axel king, retired character: ashleigh spinnet |
What is this weirdness?
Who: Ashleigh Spinnet and Axel King.
What: Ashleigh needs to get things straightened out.
When: Saturday 12th March, afternoonish.
Where: Panquake House.
Rating: PG in case Axel is less than dressed.
The problem with weekends was that Ashleigh didn't like spending 48+ hours at home by herself unless she had a specific task or goal. If she was finishing a book, or redecorating, or practising a dance routine she was fine but on other weekends there was just nothing to do. As often happened when she was in need of company, she ended up at Panquake House. Aisling had been happy to let her in and provide coffee while they chatted over the Culture section of the previous week's Sunday Times. It had been fun but unfortunately, Aisling had weekend plans of her own and Ashleigh didn't want to interrupt.
Instead of returning home, she bid Aisling goodbye and headed further into the house, stopping outside Axel's door. She paused there, trying to get a solid reading of her emotional state before she ventured inside. Axel had accused her of missing him, which didn't feel quite accurate. She'd gone much longer than this without talking to Axel and it never particularly bothered her. No, she was more concerned. Worried that recent events had changed things between them for the worse and, most annoyingly, anxious that she'd hurt him without intending to. He'd been quiet since the day she'd been dosed with truth serum - and 'quiet' for Axel was alarming. Possibly he was just freaked out by not understanding her anxiety, in which case Ashleigh would explain and send him her own reams of highlighted notes. Alternatively, perhaps Aisling had been right and Axel's questions had been more serious than she realised.
Satisfied that she knew how she felt - if nothing else - Ashleigh pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. If Axel had company and didn't wish to be disturbed, he'd have warded his door. Since it opened easily, she assumed he was alone. "I know you're not still asleep," she offered by way of greeting. "It's past noon."