General RP ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ | SaltyRat, Sol, & Froshi

[Solaris-]

No one ever told you life was gonna be this way.
For SaltyRat & Froshi​

 

[Solaris-]

Living in Avalon since the death of her grandparents had been lonely. She'd had her brother as her ever present company, sure, but as young adults, she knew they both desired more from life. Since the two had inherited the estate, they’d agreed that the two needed to stay there until things settled down- which meant Ashe had had to give up on her apprenticeship in Portland for the time being. The funeral for her grandparents had only been a week before, but even knowing they were gone, she still expected to hear the tapping sound of her grandmother’s cane on the stairs as the old woman made her way up to check on her granddaughter. She’d always liked to see what Ashe was doodling or scribbling while the two of them talked about life. The thought brought a smile to the girl’s lips as she set down her pen on the desk. Ashe had never been known to be a crier, but this week she was full of tears.

Her phone rang nearby, and she was quick to pick up the device with slender digits. Seeing her father call her only made her even more sad. The man had tried his best to raise them, but wasn’t prepared for two teenagers who were all too happy to jump into trouble and pick fights with other kids for the smallest thing. She answered tentatively.

“Hello,”
“Hey Ashley, I heard-“ But she cut him off quickly.
“Ashe, Dad, never ‘Ashley’. Please.”

Her words were clipped, short, and full of impatience for him. Not today; she just couldn’t deal with it. If her brother were awake, she might have shoved the phone into his hands to deal with while she went about preparing everything for their friends’ arrivals.

“Right, Ashe.” His words seemed apologetic, and she rolled her eyes. Why when speaking to him did she always feel like a child who was being scolded for doing something wrong? “I heard about what happened, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for the funeral. Nat didn’t want me to be gone for so long, but I wish I could be there with you both.” A dark colored brow rose at the mention of her father’s new wife. She never wanted him to do anything it seemed- much less anything to do with his children from his first marriage.

“It’s really fine, Dad. We’re both fine.”
“Where’s your brother? I tried calling a few times the last few days, but he never answered me.”
“He’s asleep right now, but we just haven’t really had much time to talk to anyone other than each other with everything going on here.” It was a bit of a lie, but he didn’t have to know about that. “Hey, Dad, we’ll talk later okay? I have to get ready and I have food in the oven. Take care though.” And with that, she was all too quick to disconnect the awkward phone conversation before he started asking stupid questions.

She tapped on the app notification that she used to communicate with their friends- thankful that someone who she could actually communicate with was messaging her. It used preassigned usernames which they had all found surprisingly fitting for each of them, and were often how they referred to each other.
Honey: How are you both holding up?

Now she was smiling for a different reason. Dmitri was a sweet boy to take time out of his busy life to think enough about them to ask about them.
Wisteria: Well enough. I’m excited for you all to get here though. We’ve been needing an excuse to do anything but mope around the house. I have a whole spread of food for you all when you get here.
Honey: Hopefully, we all get to sample the world’s best cinnamon rolls.

Ashe looked up from her phone to look over at the small mountain of dishes in the sink. It was a disaster zone in the kitchen- not unlike the disaster of a woman that sat within it. She’d never truly been all that graceful in the kitchen despite her current occupation as a patisser. Often times, in culinary school, she’d gotten chided and marked down for how messy her work station was. It was all worth it in the end though as the smells that wafted through the big house were divine.

Nearby, the shrill sound of a timer went off and she was quick to silence it in order to pull the last bit of what she had started preparing early that morning out of the oven. Every part of the meal looked better than the last, and Ashe swore she’d outdone herself this time; there was almost enough of it to feed a small army. Or at least six hungry young adults who were coming all the way from Portland to this small podunk little town for a long visit. A waft of hot steam from the oven blew wisps of blue hair away from her face. Careful fingers plucked the biscuits from the hot tray and placed them on a plate next to everything else on the table.

Taking a glance down at herself, she noticed just how much of a mess that she’d made of herself as well as the kitchen. She was covered head to toe in flour and she likely looked like she’d been awake all night with enough caffeine to kill a normal human in her system. Sighing through her nose, she supposed it couldn’t be helped. Hopefully, the other half of her whole idiot hadn’t hogged all the hot water that morning. Taking the stairs two at a time, Ashe made her way back up and stopped right outside her brother’s door knocking loudly. “Hey shit-head you better be awake. If you’re not up by the time I’m done in the shower I’m gonna dump you in the pond.” These words were said with love, of course. The two were known to give each other shit on many an occasion. “And don’t eat anything yet. Wait for our friends.”

Ashe was quick to shower, and even quicker to put on a face full of makeup. It made her feel a bit more normal to appear as she normally would on any other day. She pulled on a pair of dark wash pants and a loose cardigan over her t-shirt.
Wisteria: Let us know when you get here. One of us can come pick you up from the train station. And uh- don’t mind the kitchen. I’ll bribe him to clean up after me later.​