I Want Everything [Ashton]

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so i put on a good face

and what’s this, a matter of trust?

so why we gotta play these games?

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Lina was actually looking forward to this training session with Ash. There was no possible way that I could go worse than the one she had with Adonis. Lina knew how to take orders from superiors and had been commended many times before on being a polite and obedient underling. But with Adonis, she immediately felt him scoff her off and discount her as just another body. That did not sit well with Lina. Despite her financial and familial concerns, she held her head high and proud. She dressed herself as delicately and elegantly as possible, despite not being able to shop for her usual designer-name brands. She spoke with intelligence, diligence, and most of all, respect. A Rocher demanded respect simply with their presence. The Pureblood families in France never simply tolerated them, but took them in as one of their own. An exception to the rule. An exceptional wizarding family, in general. Though she lugged around that ridiculous Beaumont name, she still wanted to demand respect with her presence. Adonis gave her little to none, and Lina felt it unnecessary to comply to him or treat him as a higher rank. Why should she? He was training her how to use her wand and use self-defense, something she had learned and been taught over and over again since she was a child. Needless to say, the two hissed at each other at snakes and it ended rather coldly.

Of course, there were other things to worry about, such as The Order’s suspicions of her identity and her alliance. Honestly, they made such a fuss. Yes, Lina was complacent and unenthusiastic, but that was simply her nature. She responded to almost everything with a state of contentedness. She showed little emotion aside from a cold smile and valued her mysterious demeanor. Apparently, in this plan and business of hers, she would have to warm up to The Order. Though she did not support either organization whatsoever, she found her equals and people who understood her character more in the Death Eaters. Didn’t make the street scum who ruined her family any better; just more tolerable.

Ashton had asked her to meet not at the Order headquarters but behind Alzbura Alley, right near the forest. It was close to twilight when she received the owl from him. Lina was woken from an afternoon nap when she heard the glass being tapped by a rather voracious owl. She groaned and rolled out of bed, her hair a mess and her eyes bloodshot. The night before she had worked at the Purgatory, and though it was her third shift, she was still getting used to staying up until 4 am and going to bed at 5 am. But she was slowly adjusting. This time when she awoke she didn’t feel as if she was in a complete daze. Plus, she didn’t have a shift tonight, so she would have to keep herself occupied until at least 3 am so she wouldn’t go off the schedule. The owl cooed and hollered as Lina read the letter suggesting their meeting time. She ignored his pleas for a treat as she walked into her room and changed into something more appropriate. The owl continued to screech and almost flew into her room, but she shut the door just in time.

After shuffling through some of her clean clothes and putting on a scarf and a coat she exited her bedroom to find the owls sitting in front of her door. He squawked once and Lina glared at him. “No.” she said firmly, and the owl screeched again, flying towards the kitchen window and nearly hitting her in the face. “Blasted owl,” she muttered as she grabbed a trail mix snack out of their pantry. Lina was able to have one morsel before she apparated behind Alzubra Alley. She looked around for a black coat or any trace of life and decided she was early. Taking out her trail mix, she ate quickly so she had some kind of energy for the meeting she was about to have.

song/poem lyrics: A Matter of Trust by Billy Joel
outfit: This
tag: Ash
word count: 682
notes: Sorry this took so long! I finished this while I was flying on a plane so it’s a bit short, too, forgive me!

[Ashton Wentworth]

Training Session. Why, by Merlin's beard did he agree to do this? It was just about everything that he hated. Early mornings, locations that he couldn't easily drink at, being social. None of this boded well for him. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be teaching her. He had attempted to remember what he had done during his own initiation into the Order, but for the life of him, he couldn't recall what it was that he had done, or who had even trained him. He wasn't even fully sure how Alina had been brought into the circle, but she had. It wasn't his place to question it. He had managed to procure a large black coffee from the stand on the corner, but it was doing nothing to dull the fact that he was spending time outside of the office, awake at this hour. At the very least it could have been happening later in the evening, he should have still been asleep. The dull throbbing of the hangover he had been on his way to earning this morning was pounding at the back of his head. Michelle had cut him off too early, something about helping him to be more responsible, but he still was going to resent her for it. Ashton's tired fingers pressed at the bridge of his nose, at least if he had a full blown hangover, it was a symbol of a job well done the night before, but this? The irritating pull at the base of his skull? Was nothing more than annoying.

The brick wall of the random building he had chosen to lean up against had long since warmed up to his body temperature as he had perched her, chain smoking one cigarette after another. It was an odd request, to meet in the back alley like this. Whether this was more comfortable for her or not, she hadn't seemed like the type of girl that liked to get dirty. They were close enough to the forest if they were looking for somewhere with a little bit more of an obstacle or whatever. Still, he wouldn't have minded somewhere that wasn't so damn bright. Then again, he wouldn't have minded not having to do this at all. At least the sun would be setting soon, and he would be better, if the caffeine ever kicked in. Grimacing as he took another too large drink of the scalding beverage he crumpled the now empty cup in his hand and tossed the thing to the side of his body. There were trashcans back here, so somebody had to clean back here sometime or another. Pushing off of the wall he noted the figure of a slight woman coming down the alley slowly, munching on something or another. She was on time he assumed, he didn't wear a watch so there was no telling for certain. He felt like he had been waiting here forever, but given how tired he still was, it was likely that he wouldn't even notice if it had been five minutes, or five hours.

Flicking the butt of his cigarette off to the side of him in roughly the same direction that he had tossed the empty cup and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for her to get a little bit closer. He gave her an acknowledgment nod. He wasn't much of a talker to begin with, and given that he knew practically nothing about this woman whatsoever, he had even less to talk to her about. Work, work, work, he supposed. “Find it okay?” he asked, his tone clearly implying that he couldn't have cared less. “Where do you want to start?”

ooc: hope that's enough to work with? if not, let me know.