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its-nyxbtw:

“Balgair?” Lennox’s eyebrows furrowed as the name made a bell go off in her head. Why did his name sound so familiar to her. Green eyes lifted to study the male as her lips down turned into a frown. “I’ve heard your name before in my dreams. Which sounds odd but you were trying to save me.”

“So are you a psychic or something? It’s not like my name is from fucking Mars.” He scoffed, shaking his head, wanting to deny the extraordinary happening before his eyes. Could she really be his sister? “Save you from what exactly, huh?”

#chat; lennox

rayvn--parthenopaeus:

“I rest my case.” The older Phoenix sighed before standing back up. “I dont want the key back Balgair. You should know that you are always welcome no matter how much we fight.”

“Yeah, right, you surely did.” He rolled his eyes, still placing the key down on a table as he sighed, now growing annoyed. “Then why fucking contradict me any chance you can? It gets old, you know?”

#chat; rayvn

alexion--inashes:

“Oh I dont know. You could want me to talk to your stubborn ass husband for you. Or maybe remarry you too assholes.” Lex spoke between kicks, his frustration only growing. “I dont even know at this point. My mother? My father? Rayvn.”

“No thanks, I can handle my husband all by myself. That other one is still a possibility, but not today. Maybe in a hundred years.” Bal said, walking around the punching bag as he spoke. “I vote your mother, just leave the drama phoenix out of it.”

#chat; alexion

rayvn--parthenopaeus:

Rayvn spun around at the familiar voice, his normally composed mask slipping from his face as he met his husbands gaze. “Bal..” He muttered, his voice breaking. As he taunted him, he shook his head his expression falling to one of hopelessness. How could he had expected anything different for Balgair. He kept things from him, never truly opened up about somethings, how could Bal know what to do when the voices in his head got to loud? When his demons made him wish for death.

Dropping down to his knees, the Phoenix let his head fall as his shoulders began to shake.

Balgair watched Rayvn’s movements closely, expecting him to just strike him and unleash those angry feelings he was holding in, but instead he watched him fall and that all by itself also felt like a punch in the stomach. It had been a long time since he had seen him so broken and defeated, but the worst this time around was no knowing why. “Shit..” Bal ran up to him, also dropping to his knees. “Hey, listen to me, stop blocking it ok? Don’t let it consume you.” He said quietly, leaving all sarcasm behind as he wrapped his arms around him.

#chat; rayvn #:'(

rayvn--parthenopaeus-blog

“Stop talking. Im over hearing the sound of your voice.” Rayvn snapped, the wetness of the blood on his cheek instantly heating up by the fire that was burning in the Phoenix. He didnt even remember the fight. Or where he was. Eyebrows furrowing, the man took a few steps back. No one was talking but the rush of sound in his ears was to much for him to take. Fists clinched as green flames swirled near his finger tips.

balgairfletcher

“You really can’t live your life normally without tormenting yourself with every little occurrence, can you?” Bal spoke, coming out of the corner where he had watched Rayvn’s argument unfold. “If you are honestly so tired of the sound of my voice then come closer and do something about it.” He taunted Rayvn, for once finding himself in more control than him.

#chat; rayvn

alexion--inashes:

Alexion was on edge still. Although it had been weeks since he discovered that his mother was not only alive but she was stuck in Mistbrooke with him. Under normal circumstances, this would be a wonderful thing. But after spending thousands of years thinking that she was dead, he was heated. He had never had the opportunity to have his own children so the mere thought of leaving them left him baffled. The Phoenix didnt stop kicking the punching back as he heard someone approach. “What do you want?”

“Me? What could I ever want from you?” Bal said, taking out a cigarette. “You on the other hand, seem to wish that punching bag were a real person. Who should we beat up?”

#chat; alexion #unhelpful bal not helping

rayvn--parthenopaeus:

“Of course it did. I forgot, you dont do human emotions like compassion and such.” He waved his hand as he spoke, kneeling down to pet the dog. “How the hell did you get a key to my house? What makes you think I even want you to have a key?”

“Compassion? What’s that?” Bal asked, hiding a smile. Taking a deep breath he then took out the key out of his pocket. “You can have it if you are going to complain about that too, don’t question my ways though, I’m not over 600 years old for nothing.”

#chat; rayvn

its-nyxbtw:

“How about we stop making fun of my name and you tell me yours? I don’t normally spend a lot of time talking to strangers in the street.” As his face fell, Lennox tilted her head, her brows furrowing in slight confusion. “I don’t know. My father was suppose to tell me more about his family but he died before he could.”

“Balgair.” He said, still feeling odd about the similitudes. “Great, well then maybe not.” Bal said changing his attitude completely when after she mentioned her father was dead. If she didn’t know, then maybe she didn’t have to know at all. There was no point to waste his breath explaining how she looked exactly like his long dead sister. “Forget all I said, I did drink a bottle of absinthe earlier, so I don’t trust my judgement... and you are not my sister.”

#chat; lennox

its-nyxbtw:

“Its actually pronounced Len-nyx not Len-nox.” She corrected him, studying his features as he appeared to be deep in thought. “I’m from California. I was born in Scotland though.”

“Now it sounds like a drug.” He said back as soon as she was done correcting him. At her mention of Scotland his face feel a little, growing more confused. “Do you know where in Scotland? You just remind me of someone, a lot.”

#chat; lennox #that was ok :>

rayvn--parthenopaeus:

“At least you were nice enough to take it from that place. Why dont you keep it?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Cant promise that what wont happen again? Should I start locking my doors?” He teased

Bal laughed, shaking his head as he got down to pet the dog. “No, it followed me. I figured I’d give it to you to get rid of it.” He said, looking up at him before getting up. “Who’s to say I don’t have a key already?”

#chat; rayvn

its-nyxbtw:

Lennox almost asked who again but she bit her tongue before the words came out. It was clear that she wasn’t getting any straight answers any time soon. “Lennox, Lennox Cromwell.”

“Lennox? That sounds like a vaccine.” He said, biting on his lower lip as he thought deeper about how the similitude to his sister could be possible. “Where are you from?”

#chat; lennox

Rayvn: Im taking you seriously now. Just because I make a joke doesnt mean i am taking you any less serious

Rayvn: Stop being over dramatic.

Bal: Yeah, whatever, fine

Bal: so going back to my very important question ;)

Bal: Can I borrow money or not?

#sms; rayvn #*his very important question*

alexandrinecrevier:

“Nevermind, not like you’d understand.” Lex mumbled as she looked curiously at the other. “What exactly are you doing, may I ask?”

“You are probably right about that.” He responded without looking up at her. “Counting ones since everyone here is too poor to pay me with proper money.”

#chat; alexandrine

rayvn--parthenopaeus:

“Believe me I am well aware of how long it has been since we were in a good place. As for the dog, I dont want it. You should keep it since your the one who came to me for the last booty call.”

“No, I found it in a less than nice place, but it seems innocent enough so I’ll just give it to someone else.” Bal shrugged, not bothering much. “I can’t promise that won’t happen again by the way.”