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audreymeadows:

Audrey attempted to smile, though it came out completely unsure, as she tried to let Molly’s words relieve at least some of the guilt. She didn’t exactly understand how one could just forget such a drastic change if it happened so gradually. But knowing that it wouldn’t be polite to ask, afraid that it might come out wrong and not how she meant it, she said nothing of the sort. “They’d be mad not to,” she said softly, instead. She meant that in earnest. You didn’t need to know Molly personally to know that was a good mother, the stories told and showed well enough, and who, really, in their right mind would not want to come back to a loving parent. Or in this case: parents.

"I know Percy was most eager to come here," she outed, picking up her smile. "Said that he wanted me to meet the most important people in his life.—Thought that was really sweet." She hoped she wasn’t stepping over a line by saying so, but after his hesitance in the doorway, his guilt for his past choices, she almost couldn’t help but tell her, to help show, both of them, how much he had changed for the better.

Molly smiled at her, gratefully. “Thank you, dear.” She said, softly. Her face lit up at Audrey’s next words. “Did he really? Oh! Percy, you’re such a sweet, sweet boy.” Molly said, feeling tears start to fall. “Mum…please.” He said, turning red. Molly chuckled, lightly. “Oh, my poor child, you’ll never get used to compliments will you?” She shook her head.

"I think Percy’s had it the hardest of all my children." She said, addressing Audrey. "But, I’m so very proud." Percy, meanwhile was still as red as his hair. "Why don’t we talk about something else?" He asked, embarrassed.

Mrs. Weasley’s expression lightened to new lengths at Audrey’s recall, obviously touched by the sudden downfall of fresh tears streaking down her face at how highly her son had spoken of them. Despite the fact that Percy’s facial appearance was now just as red as ever Audrey was glad to have admitted that for him. It was a start in the right direction.

Audrey smiled gently, glancing once at Percy, offering him the same smile, before turning back to Molly. “As you should. You raised a kind and caring man,” she replied. “I should think if only I could be so lucky with a son of my own…” It was then that Percy interrupted, clearly embarrassed being the subject of conversation, insisted on a change. Audrey laughed ever so softly. “Sorry, Percy.—But you are, after all, the reason we’re here.” Therefore making him the common interest, whether he really liked it or not.

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audreymeadows:

Audrey paused for a moment, feeling a blush creep up the sides of her face, tinting them with colour, and she looked down at the table to attempt to hide that fact. Why did he have to say things like that? They did strange things to her, foreign type things, and she wasn’t sure if she particularly liked it or not. Like there wasn’t much a choice in the matter whether she wanted to feel those things or not. Almost like he was seeping his way through her walls. Which, to be honest, to someone like her was a bit unnerving.

Opening her mouth to relieve him by saying that worrying about her was unnecessary, but not getting the chance to actually mutter the words for Molly had returned Audrey remained quiet, finishing up with the napkins as Percy followed his mother back into the kitchen. She’s have to tell him later, if brought up again.

Swiftly the table was complete, with enough delicious-smelling food to feed a small crowd. Slight guilt flittered across Audrey’s face as she bit her lip, her eyebrows meeting together in an arch. Not only had Molly prepared an early dinner to include her, but it looked as if she went above and beyond. “I hope you didn’t go through all this trouble for my sake, Mrs.—” she swallowed and corrected herself, abiding to Molly’s wishes, “Molly.—I’m not sure if I could bear the thought.”

Percy looked at her. If he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn she was blushing. But, why? Why would his words have such an effect on her? He didn’t understand. His chance to ask or to say anything was ruined when Molly returned and soon Audrey was left to her own devices as Percy helped with the food.

It wasn’t long before all the food had been brought to the table. He once again looked at Audrey and he could see the guilt on her face. He recognized the look because it was one he had, constantly. He was about to say something when Audrey herself spoke up.

Molly shook her head. “Oh, nonsense. This is a normal dinner at the Burrow.” She told her. “I’m used to cooking for nine, and I often forget that my kids have all moved out.” She sighed wistfully, thinking of the past. “I’m fortunate they come visit their old mum often enough.”

Audrey attempted to smile, though it came out completely unsure, as she tried to let Molly’s words relieve at least some of the guilt. She didn’t exactly understand how one could just forget such a drastic change if it happened so gradually. But knowing that it wouldn’t be polite to ask, afraid that it might come out wrong and not how she meant it, she said nothing of the sort. “They’d be mad not to,” she said softly, instead. She meant that in earnest. You didn’t need to know Molly personally to know that was a good mother, the stories told and showed well enough, and who, really, in their right mind would not want to come back to a loving parent. Or in this case: parents.

"I know Percy was most eager to come here," she outed, picking up her smile. "Said that he wanted me to meet the most important people in his life.—Thought that was really sweet." She hoped she wasn’t stepping over a line by saying so, but after his hesitance in the doorway, his guilt for his past choices, she almost couldn’t help but tell her, to help show, both of them, how much he had changed for the better.

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"Layers" Character Meme

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

  • Name: Audrey M. Meadows
  • Eye Color: Blue
  • Hair Style/Color: straight-long/golden-blonde
  • Height: 5’ 5”
  • Clothing Style: Comfortable, and modest for the most part
  • Best Physical Feature: Eyes
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
  • Fears: Becoming disabled by her past and not being able to continue with her work; leaning on others for support
  • Guilty Pleasure: Immersing herself in the fictional works of some of her favorite authors, like C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Shakespeare.
  • Biggest Pet Peeve: Sadistic people
  • Ambition for the Future: To help as many people as she’s able
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
  • First Thoughts Waking Up:Today is… Is Thursday. Work today.” (So a list of her plans for that day.)
  • What They Think About the Most: Others and their needs.
  • What They Think About Before Bed: If she got everything done for preparation of the next day.
  • What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her kindness.
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
  • Single or Group Dates: Single
  • To be Loved or Respected: Respected. But unless it’s a poisoned love, and not really love at all, then respect usually coincides with love.
  • Beauty or Brains: Brains
  • Dogs or Cats: Cats
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
  • Lie: She usually doesn’t like to, but she will on occasion.
  • Believe in Yourself: For the most part, yes.
  • Believe in Love: Yes. Just maybe not for her.
  • Want Someone: No.
LAYER SIX: EVER?
  • Been on Stage: No. She wouldn’t be able to handle it.
  • Done Drugs: No.
  • Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No.
LAYER SEVEN: AGE
  • DOB: May 1st, 1978, 12:17 am
  • How Old Will You Be: 23 (as of 2001 in Post War)
  • Age You Lost Your Virginity: N/A (She believes in waiting for love)
  • Does Age Matter: Depends
LAYER EIGHT: IN A BOY OR GIRL
  • Best Personality Trait: Caring
  • Best Eye Color: Any
  • Best Hair Color: Any
  • Best thing to do with a Partner: Activities both enjoy
LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE
  • I love: helping those in need
  • I feel: content
  • I hide: much of who I am
  • I miss: a simpler time
  • I wish: I could save everyone
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audreymeadows:

Audrey shushed him gently, not unlike a mother trying to calm down a scared child, caressing his arm as she smiled up at him. “No more apologies.—You’re doing nothing wrong. Certainly nothing that calls for an apology,” she assured wholeheartedly. “Don’t worry about me.” Worrying was her thing. Not that she spent a lot of time worrying about herself, but, like she said, she was able to look after herself just fine.

"Good," she approved of his answer with a nod of her own, reclaiming her hand and her previous position at the other side of the table. Only, this time, a small smile was playing on her lips, absentmindedly mostly, from what he said, but also in an attempt to to show Percy that she was fine in being here. People could be nervous and fine at the same time; he just needed to realise that.

"Alright, alright." He acquiesced. He still didn’t agree that there was nothing to apologize for but he’d stop. "I’m always going to worry about you. People worry about those they care about." He explained. Once the table was finished being set, Percy looked up to see his mother re-enter the room. "Help me bring the food over to the table, would you, Percy?" She asked. Percy nodded and went to help his mother.

Soon the food was on the table as well, and it was all finally ready. “I guess it’s time to eat.” Percy said. “This looks and smells delicious.” He couldn’t wait to taste his mother’s food. It had been too long since he’d been home for a home cooked meal. He promised himself he would come by the Burrow weekly from now on, though not just for the food. He missed his family too.

Audrey paused for a moment, feeling a blush creep up the sides of her face, tinting them with colour, and she looked down at the table to attempt to hide that fact. Why did he have to say things like that? They did strange things to her, foreign type things, and she wasn’t sure if she particularly liked it or not. Like there wasn’t much a choice in the matter whether she wanted to feel those things or not. Almost like he was seeping his way through her walls. Which, to be honest, to someone like her was a bit unnerving.

Opening her mouth to relieve him by saying that worrying about her was unnecessary, but not getting the chance to actually mutter the words for Molly had returned Audrey remained quiet, finishing up with the napkins as Percy followed his mother back into the kitchen. She’s have to tell him later, if brought up again.

Swiftly the table was complete, with enough delicious-smelling food to feed a small crowd. Slight guilt flittered across Audrey’s face as she bit her lip, her eyebrows meeting together in an arch. Not only had Molly prepared an early dinner to include her, but it looked as if she went above and beyond. “I hope you didn’t go through all this trouble for my sake, Mrs.—” she swallowed and corrected herself, abiding to Molly’s wishes, “Molly.—I’m not sure if I could bear the thought.”

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audreymeadows:

Even if Percy was reading far too into a mere characteristic than really necessary, Audrey couldn’t help but feel touched by his considerate concern for her well-being. It certainly wasn’t something that happened often.—Not that Audrey ever really gave anyone the chance to display such kindness, but still, it was sweet.—But also unnecessary.

Then confusion came. Her happiness? means a lot?—What? Why? Those questions spilled out onto her face. That statement seemed to go beyond what was occurring now, not appearing to fit. It wasn’t like she was unhappy being here.

Audrey bit her bottom lip, silently listening to the redhead, not really sure what to say now. But after a moment of staring at him, she smiled ever so slightly. “You’re sweet,” she said in genuine. “But, honestly..you don’t need to extend such formalities with me…or whatever requirements you think friendship entails. I am quite capable of looking after myself.” She wasn’t trying to be harsh,—her gentle tone, she hoped, conveyed that,—but she didn’t wish any type of burden on him.

"Please. Do not feel bad because of me. That’s the last thing I want. Nor do I want to upset you or your mother by leaving.—I’ll be fine." She smiled lightly again. "Really."

A smile crossed his face at her compliment. “Thank you. But, I’m really just being honest.” He insisted. “I know you are…I didn’t mean—” He sighed, trying to figure out exactly what it was he meant. “I’m sorry.” He was horrible at this friend thing. What was the muggle term? Social anxiety? Yes, he had that in spades.

"Alright." He said, nodding. "I’ll drop it. As long as you’re having a good time." He just wanted everything to go well, but the longer they were here the more it reminded him that he had no idea how to deal with people, not even his own family.

He constantly worried about saying or doing the wrong thing. It was why he preferred being alone most of the time. Yes, it got lonely, but at least you didn’t disappoint anyone.

Audrey shushed him gently, not unlike a mother trying to calm down a scared child, caressing his arm as she smiled up at him. “No more apologies.—You’re doing nothing wrong. Certainly nothing that calls for an apology,” she assured wholeheartedly. “Don’t worry about me.” Worrying was her thing. Not that she spent a lot of time worrying about herself, but, like she said, she was able to look after herself just fine.

"Good," she approved of his answer with a nod of her own, reclaiming her hand and her previous position at the other side of the table. Only, this time, a small smile was playing on her lips, absentmindedly mostly, from what he said, but also in an attempt to to show Percy that she was fine in being here. People could be nervous and fine at the same time; he just needed to realise that.

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Moodboard: Meadley

Tell me it’s all right. Just for one night.

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Her hope quickly deflated as Percy apologized for his mother’s overbearing nature. Definitely something he need not feel sorry for. Audrey looked down, readjusting the already perfect placed cloth, as she thought of the right words. “Percy..you misunderstand me,” she started, but, still, Percy continued.

His next sentence caused Audrey’s face to contort slightly as she raised her gaze to him, feeling awful that she had made him feel that way. It was one thing for him to recognize that she was a little nervous, but this was something else entirely.

Abandoning her position, Audrey moved around the table until she stood next to him, so he could hear and see the sincerity of her response. “Hey,” she said softly. “I’m glad you brought me here. Really. Please do not think otherwise.” She paused to allow the words to seep in before going on. “I’m just…not exactly comfortable around new people. But that isn’t your fault, nor is it your family’s. I’ve always been like that.—However, I’m sure that feeling will die down eventually. Especially considering how kind your mother is.” She smiled at him gently. “I’m here for you, yes,—but that does not mean I don’t want to be here.”

He looked at her, still a bit unsure, but felt her words give him a small sense of relief. “No, I…I know you are.” He insisted. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I feel bad because I know that you don’t exactly feel comfortable in these types of situations, but you came here for me.” He bit his lip, trying to explain his feelings. “I just…your happiness means a lot to me, and so does your comfort. So, if you’re not comfortable here, then I don’t want us to stay.”

He just didn’t want Audrey to feel out of place and he knew that she did. “You’re my friend, Audrey. Which is still new to me. Having a friend. And friends think about each other, and put each other first.” He told her. “And that’s what I’m trying to do.”

Even if Percy was reading far too into a mere characteristic than really necessary, Audrey couldn’t help but feel touched by his considerate concern for her well-being. It certainly wasn’t something that happened often.—Not that Audrey ever really gave anyone the chance to display such kindness, but still, it was sweet.—But also unnecessary.

Then confusion came. Her happiness? means a lot?—What? Why? Those questions spilled out onto her face. That statement seemed to go beyond what was occurring now, not appearing to fit. It wasn’t like she was unhappy being here.

Audrey bit her bottom lip, silently listening to the redhead, not really sure what to say now. But after a moment of staring at him, she smiled ever so slightly. “You’re sweet,” she said in genuine. “But, honestly..you don’t need to extend such formalities with me…or whatever requirements you think friendship entails. I am quite capable of looking after myself.” She wasn’t trying to be harsh,—her gentle tone, she hoped, conveyed that,—but she didn’t wish any type of burden on him.

"Please. Do not feel bad because of me. That’s the last thing I want. Nor do I want to upset you or your mother by leaving.—I’ll be fine." She smiled lightly again. "Really."

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audreymeadows:

Audrey jumped slightly when the man reappeared beside her, but her fright quickly turned into confusion as he pointed ahead, to a sign, saying that she was going to end up exactly where he had told her to avoid.

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"I’m utterly hopeless," she muttered, mostly to herself, feeling embarrassed by her complete lack of direction. Would she ever learn? Surely a grown woman should have acquired such a skill long ago.

Her gaze eventually rose to the kind stranger, and she found herself smiling shyly at his offer. “That’s very kind of you to offer. Truly,” she commended in gratitude. “But I cannot ask it of you. Surely you have other, more important, things to attend to, and I’m afraid I’ll only take time from you.” She bit her lip.

"Hover drone?" she repeated the strange title, but she didn’t understand. "The police…they’re..watching you?—But why? Has there been a crime committed?"

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"You’re fine.: He flashed her a smile and shook his head "When I first arrived here, I had no idea what I was doing, and now I know this city like the back of my hand." Of course, the photographic memory and superior genes given to the transgenic were a little unfair on his end, but she didn’t need to know that. 

He waved a hand, his smile genuine “It’s no trouble, my shift is over and here’s nothing I had planned for the day. Besides, you’ll just be helping me stay out of trouble.” He joked, which may not have been a smart move considering he was a stranger but, hopefully she knew it was a joke.

"Look around, sweetheart." He waved his arms around to the state of the city "This place needs a little extra surveillance, ever since it went downhill people are desperate." He wasn’t trying to scare her, but if she was going to be here, she should at least watch out a little. "Don’t worry, it’s for our protection." Not his, of course, they would love to get their hands on him and toss him out, which was laughable, seeing as he, and the others like him, were less trouble than other humans.

Audrey wet her lips, flushing slightly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “It’s a little more than that,” she admitted quietly, and after a pause, she continued with a bashful smile. “You can probably follow directions to save your life.—Unlike me.”

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"Well, I suppose when you put it that way…" she said, and smiled warmly. "I’d be internally grateful in any case.. As long as you’re sure." He seemed nice enough, and it was definitely a better arrangement than riding awkwardly on those one-person, muggle contraption.

At the man’s gesture, Audrey did just that, and looked around, seeing his point. It was really a shame, the disarray of what she imagined used to be once a grand city. Now it was dirty, and caged off in sections, anything but scenic. She nodded a little, pursing her lips. “If you ask me it seems to be a bit…prying,” she said. “But, I suppose, precautions need to be taken…” She paused before offering her hand in greeting, and said, “I’m Audrey, by the way.—I just realised I hadn’t introduced myself properly. Forgive me.”

#wired to survive #((*squishes his face*))