♥ anagapesis ♥

avalon margaux lexington "I bet you taste like heartbreak. Young things always do."

[frankxlcngbcttcm]

house of gold || frank & avalon

[avalonlexington]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

He wanted her to touch him again. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t appropriate, but he wanted it. He also wanted it to matter to him that she’d used the word ‘boyfriend’ so casually but… well, that didn’t matter nearly as much as it should. It was, however, incredibly confusing. Was this her way of subtly telling him, too? He took a deep breath, eyes staring away from her resolutely as he connected his thoughts into something more wholesome, less chaotic. “Some men don’t know boundaries.” Unfortunately, Frank knew boundaries even when he didn’t like them. He looked over at her finally, the ghost of her touch at his throat. Whatever god was listening at that moment, they could go fuck themselves. “I’m glad you came out here.” Honesty. “This has certainly been… eye-opening." 

Whatever which way he meant for eye-opening to mean, Avalon blinked it off, too busy staring out at the garden. It was an eye-full. The similarities in the two words- her thought and his verbalization- had her nodding her head in agreement. “It is, isn’t it?” Her gaze swept across the trimmed treeline and the manicured flowerbeds. It was all beautiful but nothing more so than the fountain. Cast in a golden light, there was no better word to describe it beyond heavenly. “Can I show you something?” Though she asked, Avalon was already started the walk towards the fountain, only glimpsing at Frank from the corner of her eye in those first few steps. Then her eyes did not stray from the cascading water and the way the lights’ reflection shimmered on the surface. “Georgie and I made so many wishes out here as kids; half those coins are probably mine.”

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

There was a brief flash of tension as he hoped that Avalon would only take the drink tossing as a joke, cleaning cocktails out from his hair was a task he had no praticular desire to perform. But then she smiled and raised the glass up to her lips and Rion could feel the tension flood out from his shoulders. “It was a decent night,” he shrugged, taking the opportunity to get closer to Avalon. He much preferred being up next to her. “Would have been a lot better with you by my side, though. I would have felt less lonely that way.”

The word lonely caused her to pause. Frank’s accusation, though immediately followed by an apology at the time, briefly flickered in her mind. Curious, Avalon gently bit her lip, eyeing him as she matched him, moving in closer towards him. “No one kept you company?” Then a lift of her chin; a minute gesture- as if to remind him that she had not been alone.

[velvetbrowns-deactivated2012123]

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

Well that was simply plain annoying, Avalon could at least give him some kind of hint for what drink she wanted but no, she was of no use. “I’ll be back in just a moment,” Rion smiled. He headed straight towards the bar, fighting the urge to visibly sigh in front of her. He returned a few minutes later, a cosmopolitan in one hand and a whiskey in the other. “Hopefully this is right for you,” he said, simply ignoring the fact that Avalon was using a phone he was only partly sure wouldn’t work here. “And if not, well, at least you have two drinks to through over me.”

Avalon did not lift her eyes from her phone screen— continuing to swipe right then left, looking at all the apps that she could not use— until Rion returned with drinks in hand. Hearing him speak, she clicked the screen black and stowed it away before looking up at him, her hand tossing her blonde hair back off her shoulder. “Hopefully,” she replied, a faint smile to her pink lips as she took the cosmopolitan from his hands. It wasn’t her favorite drink, but it was one that she approved of— meaning he was safe from splashed drinks for the time being. Still, wanting to set the record straight, Avalon eyed the drink for a few seconds, hoping that he would worry and that her value to him would truly sink in for him to appreciate, before bringing it to her lips for a small sip. “Did you at least have a nice night?” With a single question, she released him, Rion now hook. Whether he’d get back on was up to him and his answers.

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

The blonde seemed to soften beneath his fingers, a little shift in her stance that let Rion know that he had done something, at least partly, right. “Thank you, Avalon,” he kissed her cheek briefly before turning his attention to the bar. He wracked his brain for anything that might help him work out what she wanted. “I want to say a cosmopolitan? But after what I’ve put you through tonight I think everyone would understand if you were after something stronger.” He really hoped that this wasn’t a test, Rion was in no mood to have a drink thrown over him.

Avalon kept her lips pursed, giving Rion no indication if he was right one way or another. She was his girlfriend, he ought to know her drink order— ignoring the fact that their last drink had been fast-tracked to his bedroom. “Whatever you think, babe.” Then habit had her hand slipping into her purse to reach for her wanting, wanting a distraction and excuse to hold her silence; the Wizarding World and its grudge against modern technology, however, prevented her the saving grace of Instagram feeds and text messages. Still, her thumb swiped across the home screen to keep up her act long enough.

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

For once, Rion found himself wishing that Avalon would keep talking like she normally did, that the words would just keep coming from her lips as usual. But no, all she gave him were two short words which stank of incrimination. And maybe she was right in blaming him but that didn’t make hearing the words any less galling. “I am, I will. Just give me a chance.” He reached a hand up to her face, giving Avalon a little smile before he spoke again. “Anything you want, alright? Anything you want and I can get it for you, my dear.”

Though her cold front had started to melt away the more effort Rion put in to try to fight for her, she did not completely soften to his touch; with his hand upon her cheek, she managed a light sigh, a drop of her shoulders, and then- “This is your second chance, babe.” A correction. And a warning, second chances not often something she gave out. The last had been to Calix and that history was still sore, too much so that Avalon blinded herself to the parallels. “I don’t know,” she lied, looking towards the bar, her chin lifted higher. “You tell me.” It was a test. Avalon was curious to see if he’d pass, or if the wrong drink would set her off.

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

“I’m not saying he kissed you because he’s jealous of me; you’re beautiful, he’d have to be an idiot not to want to kiss you. But I’ve always had lots of things that people want and lucking my way into dating the hottest girl from school must have irked him.” That was the explanation, that could be the only reasonable explanation. “But you’re right, it was just a kiss. Nothing serious.”

There were many things Rion had expected but Avalon walking away was not one of them. She did look good walking away and he did absolutely want another smoke but he knew that was not the best choice to make. He’d spent enough time with Audelia to know what a trap those suggestions were. “Avalon, wait,” he ran to catch up with her and placed a hand on her shoulder, the other taking her hand. “Yes, I did stop looking for you and that is completely on me. But I’m new to this whole committed, monogamous kind of thing and I’m trying, okay?” He had to get her to understand, to make her think that he cared for her. Rion wasn’t about to let all of his hard work go to waste. “I’m trying to the kind of guy that you deserve.”

It could have been the liquor that was confusing hear or maybe Rion’s explanation was roundabout as it felt in her head, but it all still sounded like he was talking about jealousy. That aside, his compliment came through clear as the crystals of a chandelier.

Avalon was equal parts upset and relieved as she felt Rion’s touch. The part of her that was still angry wanted furiously to stomp her heel into the toe of his shoe, but the winning side of her silenced that need; he had, after all, come running for her— even if it were only a few meters’ run. As he gave her his excuse, Avalon stopped in place, forcing the club-goers to wait or walk around. Her eyes had not immediately looked to him— having fought to hold onto some of her frustration towards Rion— but did so once he had finished speaking. “Try harder.” If tonight proved anything, it was that she was in demand. Though she fancied herself a romantic, Avalon wasn’t the type of girl to stay very long; she would find something wrong, she always did.

[frankxlcngbcttcm]

house of gold || frank & avalon

[avalonlexington]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

He looked down at her hand the minute she was touching him, keeping an eye on her progress. His eyes glanced back up at her words, chin tilted down, peering at her through his lashes. If she was enjoying herself, that was most important to Frank. This night had never been about him, after all. Her hand moved to his button and he was too distracted for formulating a response before she was talking again. “Well, I’d say I saw him but it seemed like everyone you talked to was rather attached,” he noted, proud of himself for keeping the hint of bitterness in his chest from seeping out into his voice. He had no right to be jealous and he had to tell himself that every time someone swept her away from him. The button came free and he lifted his chin finally, taking a deep breath as if he’d just been given permission. “Thank you,” he responded quietly, not realizing he hadn’t hidden his discomfort well enough. “I think anyone who spent enough time in there would need a break. You’re out here now, too, after all.”

Frank did have a point; Avalon had been a primary focus of attention for the evening, much in part due to her time away- Hogwarts to blame. Her typical air, and how she looked in her pretty dress, only aiding her draw. And though she fed off attention, some moments had tested her. “I am,” she nodded her head in agreement, her eyes looking from him to now glimpse at the garden. Georgie’s family had certain put work into it- or, at least, hired the right people and shelled out enough pounds to transform it into the fairy tale image she was looking at now. The lights in particular making her smile. “Like I said, Peter was getting a bit much. He’s always had a bit of a thing for me but- No.” Avalon shook her head in explanation. It wasn’t that Peter wasn’t a nice person, he was for the most part. To be blunt, it was his pug face. “When he wouldn’t listen when I said I had a boyfriend, I figured stepping away for some air would be best.”

[bpdshan]

please be clingy with me i need it

[1111111117]

[avalonlexington]

silverwordsgoldenmind:

“Longbottom?” Rion had to pause for a moment, working hard to make sense of it all. “I always knew he was jealous of me but this? This is … unacceptable.” He would need to be having words with Longbottom and soon, there were some things that Rion could not let slide and this wound to his pride demanded compensation.

“Wait, wait, wait, Avalon, honey, that’s not what I meant.” So what had he meant? Quick solutions were only easy when you were sober. “Of course I wanted to find you, there’s no-one I would prefer to spend my time with.” That was only partly a lie; she was pretty self-centred but that just made it easier to keep her around. “I meant that I wish that I hadn’t stopped looking for you. That I hadn’t thought you were back home.” Hopefully that would work.

“I doubt he kissed me because he’s jealous of you.” Avalon was not even sure if jealousy was part of the equation. Self-confidence had always convinced her that she was the reason people drew interest: not a need for a quick lay or questionable motives, but pure infatuation with her. There had been something in Frank’s eyes... something beyond jealousy. “Either way, it was just a kiss. One kiss.” Had that been all that it was?

Avalon remained pulled away from Rion, body leaned back, though her hand remained upon his chest. She listened to his explanation as the club’s noise filtered out into the street. “You did stop looking for me. That’s the thing!” She stripped herself free from him now, heels walking just two steps back. It may have been a ridiculous critique had he truly not gotten her letter, but sense did not always have to play a part in Avalon’s demands. Her expectations were high and right now they were not being met. “You can finish smoking your cigarette,” she said sharply as her hands ran smoothly over her dress- tipsy but forever concerned about a wrinkled appearance. “I’m going inside and getting a drink. You can find me when you’re done. If you can be bothered.” Avalon turned away from him with one last criticizing, disappointed look before practically stomping inside Toil and Trouble. The music and the lights and the people were all overwhelming, causing her already fast beating heart to quicken. So much was confusing right now but Avalon was certain she needed a tall glass of something fruity and strong.

[frankxlcngbcttcm]

house of gold || frank & avalon

[avalonlexington]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

Watching Avalon in her element was fascinating. She fluttered from conversation to conversation, a social butterfly that was graceful and comfortable in this setting. Frank felt more like a cockroach, stumbling around, not fitting in. It wasn’t unbearable but it didn’t make for great conversation. Revealing he was a writer to one woman had been a mistake when she asked what he wrong. Obituaries weren’t a happy topic. Lying wasn’t an option either and after a few conversations where he had to work to redirect the conversation, he couldn’t take it anymore. He wandered outside while Avalon engaged in another conversation. He’d tried to avoid bringing his cigarettes, even took them from his pocket and set them on his kitchen counter, but he couldn’t help himself. He picked them up again before leaving and he was glad he had now. Avalon had made her feelings on them incredibly clear but Frank had few vices. He made his way to the edge of the garden but stopped there, not wanting to stray too far. The last thing he needed was to be mistaken for someone trespassing and get kicked out. It would have left quite the impression. 

He heard her heels before he saw her and he turned to look at the sound of her voice, He stubbed out the cigarette on the stone bench he sat on before standing up to turn to her fully. “You’re a very important person. I can entertain myself.” He raised his shoulders in a gesture of indifference. “The food and drinks have been plentiful, don’t worry.” He looked back out at the garden. “Are you having a good night?" 

Though the cigarette had been put out, Avalon could still smell the smoke lingering, waiting for the light breeze to carry it away. She might have spoken up about, just as she had that day searching for Wallace, about her dislike for the habit- but given tonight, given that he was out of his element, she opted not to say something. Just this once.

It was this knowing how difficult a night this must have been for him that called Avalon to take a step towards him, her fingers finding his tie. With a shimmy of the knot, she helped to loosen the loop around his neck. “I’ve had a good night, talked to a few people I haven’t gotten to see in a rather long time.” Rather long for Avalon meaning a few weeks. By now her fingers had moved from his tie to fixate on his top button of his shirt. “I did have to rely on a bit more champagne than I intended. Peter- not sure if you met him- but he was rather... attached.” Avalon giggled, tilting her head and lifting her gaze up to meet Frank’s eyes as she popped the button she’d been working on free, practically asking if her word choice were correct. Then a light pat to his chest, and she dropped her hands down. “There. You looked like you deserved a break. Certainly earned it.”

[avalonlexington]

bristolxcorner:

“It just feels wrong to think of him liking me when he obviously likes someone else…” At Avalon’s sudden question, Bristol’s eyes went wide and she shook her head quickly. “No, no, oh Merlin no, definitely not Rion. No, I wouldn’t do that to you. Rion is completely yours, I promise.” While she’d had quite a few fun evenings with Rion - mostly as his wingwoman, and once or twice in his bed - seeing how he was had pretty much destroyed any chance of a potential crush. She didn’t think she’d have been able to keep him under control. It was amazing that Avalon could, though not really a surprise. Anyone who thought of cheating on Avalon was surely not right in the head. “Really, Avalon, do you think I’d bring this up at all if it involved you? You’re my friend, I would never. No, I just think that you may have um dated the guy I like? I don’t really remember.” 

“They’re just thoughts, Bristol, it’s not like you’re actually kissing him yet.” Avalon released a light breath as Bristol was quick to deny any happenings between her and Rion. There was still a chance that the girl could have been lying, but she didn’t sense anything and any lingering doubts would have been shot away once the hints grew more telling. “Someone I date?” Avalon’s head tilted to the side, her eyes searching Bristol’s, as if somewhere in there she would find the answer. Twenty-two names to sort through, at least she could toss aside the muggles. Then the name came to her and Avalon stood taller, hands reaching for the girl’s. “Is it James? It’s either him or Calix. Oh, now you’ve got to tell me.”

[frankxlcngbcttcm]

house of gold || frank & avalon

[avalonlexington]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

The joke caught him off guard, the way it slipped out of her mouth was such ease, as if the statement were a fact she knew rather than a way to tease him. He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked around the room again. His eyes inevitably came back to her every single time. He couldn’t help it. Every way she moved, he found a new angle to adore. How anyone spent time with Avalon and didn’t fall for her, he simply couldn’t understand. 

He felt suddenly anxious when he realized she was criticizing him in her own mind. She didn’t say a negative word but he could think of five things he didn’t like about himself in just the first couple of seconds since she leaned away, taking him in in his entirety. It was a stark, painful reminder that they were incredibly different. “Good thing I work out on occasion,” he joked with a shake of his head, taking another drink of his firewhiskey. He was trying to go easy but she was making that impossible. Looking down at her hand on his arm, he glanced up at her face before giving in to the request. It had come across as more of a demand but he saw no reason to deny it; Frank didn’t work out for his health. 

Feeling his muscles tense beneath her palm, her lips parted. Touch alone told her that he was strong, more so than she had anticipated, leaving her pleasantly shocked... arguably also in awe. But before her mouth could formulate a response, Avalon saw a figure approaching out of the corner of her eye. Richard Pemberton, a colleague of her father’s. “Mr. Pemberton,” she greeted with a smile, her hand falling away from Frank’s arm, her evaluation never spoken aloud. “I love your suit. Did Mildred help pick it out again?” This was the start of how the gala would truly go; soon enough Avalon would be pulled away, moving from one conversation to the next.

It was too long before Avalon had been able to free herself from conversation- though even her being able to step away now had not been without effort. Peter Crutchley had always been insistent. But she had needed to find her date and having not seen him anywhere in the main room, Avalon had decided to poke her head outside. Through the window pane of the french doors, she spotted him out near the garden, no doubt needing a break. Any gala could be overwhelming, your very first practically requiring it. “I thought I might find you out here,” she called out to him as she closed the doors softly behind her, hoping no stragglers from the party would follow her out. Not at least until she had been given a proper break. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you for so long.” Her heels had clicked the entire length of her path up to him. The fabric of her dress had been clutched in her hands, her skirt lifted just barely as she walk; once meeting his side, Avalon let it drop, her hem just barely skimming the stone beneath their feet. “I hope you weren’t too bothered. Did you at least get something to eat?”

[avalonlexington]

bristolxcorner:

“No, no there’s really no chance of that, I promise.” Bristol had once been good at hiding things but there was something about fondness and love… she could never truly hide it. So no matter what she said, she knew Avalon wouldn’t believe her. “I mean… yeah, you do. Quite well…” If Bristol remembered correctly - though there was a big chance she didn’t given Avalon had had quite the fair amount of suitors - her friend had had something with James at one point. 

“What, because they’re in a relationship? No,” Avalon shook her head. “Believe me, Bristol, feelings change. Personally, I wouldn’t rule anything out unless they tell you no straight to your face.” She pondered on the ‘quite well,’ her lips pursed and light lines drawn across her forehead. Close to her and in a relationship. Avalon held herself taller, looking to Bristol with a suspicious narrow of her eyes. “It’s not Rion, is it?” While relationships weren’t always free of wandering eyes or feelings, Avalon wanted no part of it in hers.

[avalonlexington]

fabia-o:

Fabia sighed, scratching her head. “I have no idea what’s in the cabinet, honestly. I’ve never looked.” Though many her brothers, especially Fergus and Felix, had been known to steal sips from a young age, Fabia had always been good. Her parents weren’t big drinkers, but they were well stocked in wine and other beverages, many of the bottles gifts from happy customers.

Avalon’s eyebrows rose, though the girl’s admission should not have come at all as a shock. “Never? Fab.” Her shoulders dropped with a sigh. But that was it, it was decided- she was going down to fetch them a bottle. Clearly her friend needed to learn how to live a little. “You can stay here but I’m going to get us something to drink.” She wasn’t asking for permission; Avalon was merely relaying her intentions before she turned, reached for the handle of the door, and snuck through into the hallway.

[3mptiness]