;living wasteland

I love to watch you squirm. The pleasure I get from witnessing your shame is considerable. + A. Demidov 22

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

“We all know I’m the pretty florist.” Lucy chimed, butting into the conversation with a sly grin as she set down a vase of flowers in front of Alexandria. “And even if you won’t admit it, I know it’s your birthday. So happy birthday, you miserable dog.” Luce chuckled playfully, the girls hostile nature rolling off of her. 

[alexandriademidov]

“No need to try on cockiness, Lucy, it’s unbecoming on you. On me, however,” she trails off with implied ending to her comment, twirling the vase around by its base with slender fingers. “As I appreciate the token of your affections, of many I typically receive, I don’t do birthdays. At least not my own, I never have.”

[dukey--boy-blog]

“Oh shit, that’s a good point. I should’ve bought you some flowers before I said anything. Maybe I’ll make a stop later.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Flowers? Do you know me at all, Lowell? Even if it were my birthday, the last thing I would want were flowers. Probably. You know, if unless, you scrounged for lilies,” she counters, a teasing grin ghosting her lips.

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Arya let out a heavy sigh, “Would you please let me look at it and stop being a child? Cian brought me that rock–” She said, nodding to the sharpened stone the girl had cut herself on, “And last time he brought me a rock we turned green after touching it, Alexandria. Let me look at it before you go home and end up dying in your sleep because of some age old, magic based poison or something.”

[alexandriademidov]

She rolled her eyes in the most exaggeratory way she knew how as the woman asked for her arm yet again, as Alex was one who typically thought to know everything. “Look, just because we had a thing once doesn’t mean you need to feel any obligation to look after me. It happened,” she pauses, a coy smirk rising to her face,”---it was fun, I know, but it’s in the past.”

[lucianna-medici-blog]

“Don’t be silly, Alexandria. You know I know my dates and I know it’s your birthday.” 

[alexandriademidov]

“No, no, my birthday was last month. I think you’ve been around so long you’ve actually forgotten how to keep track of your dates.”

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

“Please, would you let me at least look at it?” Arya said with a sigh, holding up the first aid kit.

[alexandriademidov]

“No, I can well take care of myself, and,” she pauses to hold up her arm, to which a former wound was fading away as the skin stitched itself back together. “See? I don’t need to be fuckin’ mothered by you, Arya --- I feed myself and lace my own shoes and everything.”

[alexandriademidov]

“My birthday? No, I think you’ve got your wires crossed, which wouldn’t surprise me much if I'm being honest. Now, there’s a pretty florist down the street you might be looking for, but I understand the confusion between lovely faces.”

[spectersam-blog]

“And who took your bone, Fido? Hm?” He returned rather sardonically, brows lifting to look at the wolf. Slowly he got to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’ve got some deep rooted issues… I can tell.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Do I now? Please continue, Sigmund, as I’d love to hear all about my suppressed parental issues and, ooh -- - maybe even a personality disorder? I really love the psychoanalysis you’ve got going,” she quipped, flicking her eyebrows upward as though truly intrigued, but she was known for her sarcasm and sarcastic tendencies.

[spectersam-blog]

“Sam’s on vacation, sorry.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Talking in the third person? What a prick,” she quips in an antagonizing manner.

[clara-adams-blog]

“Oh….please don’t. That would be…bad. Uh Clara. Hi.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t really -- uh, right. A pleasure, Clara,” she mumbles.

[clara-adams-blog]

“I’m not sure honestly…but I promise, I won’t tell a soul.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Good, good. I would hate to have to hunt you down and everything, it’s so exhausting. I’m Alex by the way, in case I forgot to mention that -- as I do. Frequently.”

[tony-graham]

 “That’s exactly it,” Tony pressed, and hell, he must really look like shit if Demidov was taking pity on him. But that was the thing about being pack, wasn’t it? They could be on opposites nearly every day, but she still knew him better than his own mother did most times, when the full moon’s effects had him worn thin. She might not like him, but Alex had the capacity to understand him. “That’s what I believed. You always said he was too fuckin’ soft, well, I guess I pushed my luck a bit too far.”

[alexandriademidov]

It was true that Alexandria, under her thick exterior, retained the ability to console and comfort others -- though she had never yet to make use of this natural skill until just then, trying to be there as a pack mate for Tony. Of course it was admittedly easier on her with shared ache in their bones and regret in their hearts for what they might of done -- what they had done. Even the nearness of a full moon sent them into raging moods, and constantly things were said and exchanged, hateful words that were never meant, at least not by their human counter parts. “Duke’s, he’s just -- Duke is, it’s just that,” she trailed off, unsure of how to phrase her jealously of the Lowell, and scared of admitting it out loud. “Have you been able to apologize?”

[aryafitzdeviants-blog]

“Yeah, I think the gladiators were pretty cool too. Plus, look how well preserved this fascina is.” She mused, pointing out details on the weapon which resembled a trident more than anything else.

[alexandriademidov]

“Well, I’d say this is seriously the only time history has remotely interested me, so maybe congratulations are in order. It’s hard to pique my interest on damn near anything regardless of the topic, so,” she trails off, attention falling to the time worn weapon.

[tony-graham]

 At the verbal jab Tony just turned to look up at Alexandria. He just didn’t have the energy to fight her tonight, especially not since all his reasons to stand up to her had always been Duke. “I guess I finally bought into what you were selling.” He said, turning back to the surface in front of him, digging absently at a chip in the lacquer with a fingernail. “I screwed up, and I didn’t think Duke would turn me out for it.”

[alexandriademidov]

She saw the exhaustion, both physical and mental weighing in his face, where dark smudges of blue and green danced under his eyes. “What do you mean you bought into what I was selling? Besides, Duke adores you -- hell, he adores nearly everyone I’d say. I doubt it could have been that bad, not beyond forgiveness at least,” Alex assures him.

[tony-graham]

“Tonight? Nothing. I don’t know what I want.” He admitted, and any other day he’d have been disgusted by the idea of Alexandria seeing him like this, but he was beyond caring at this point. “Sorry for shooting you down. Didn’t think you were serious.”

[alexandriademidov]

“Woah, you’re lacking a little bite tonight, Duckie,” she jeers, about to slip into a signature smirk before her conscience seems to weigh physically in her expression where the corners of her lips instead droop into a frown. “So, what’s up? Did something happen?”

[clara-adams-blog]

“You think so?”

[alexandriademidov]

“Would I say it if it weren’t true? Actually, don’t answer that -- though that is pretty wicked. Just don’t tell anyone I said so, seeing as I’ve got a reputation to protect,” she jokes, though while feeling totally unburdened with even the smallest smile. It felt good to smile.

[tony-graham]

“….Not tonight, Alexandria. Please.”

[alexandriademidov]

“The one night I choose to be pleasant and I’m shot down,” she muses, shaking her head disapprovingly. ”What do you want from me, Tony? Honestly.”

[alexandriademidov]

“No shit? That’s so cool.”