set the world a-blaze

[broadly-moored]

After our working experience together there are no chops remaining to bust. 

I missed you, kid, give me the run down, what’s up with you? How’s it hanging? Is that what the kids are saying these days? Have you enjoyed the recent packages?

[blazecadwell-blog]

Not that that stops you or anything. 

Yeah, let’s talk about the recent packages - I’ve actually been using what you’ve sent this time, believe it or not - well, some of it. Last time was.... anyway, I never really thought of rainbows and unicorns as being my thing but a notebook’s a notebook. Need something to write in, right? I wasn’t man enough for the pink fuzzy pens though. The onesie is really comfortable, and my beautiful girlfriend took a picture of me in in. Which means you’ve given Angus blackmail material for the next couple years, so thanks for that. I guess I 

But, yeah, things are actually going really well. Which is nice to say for a change. What about you? Any updates I should know about?

[e-montgomery]

100 is not that much right?

[e-montgomery]

I think by the time we’re at that stage we all start our way back down the maturity level, at least my grandparents were that way. My mum used to say how serious and strict my grandpa was with her when she was my age but how after I was born he started getting softer on the edges and definitely more playful to be around. 

Don’t know if this is a  "grandparents" thing only or if maybe after so many years of the hard life of being an “adult” with “responsibilities” we reach a point where we either let loose and go back to being goofy or maybe we go sour and sad like a raisin… 

Ah good! I plan on staying on your good side then. But anyway how is your pre adult life? Is it better or worse than your post teenager one?

It’s been long but you said it before, remember? I haven’t changed. I’d say the world is a place I know better now and yeah, I’ve traveled and have more experiences now but the world is so big? I’ll be McGonagall’s age one day still asking nonstop about things I wanna know.

[blazecadwell-blog]

I’m fairly certain my dad’s actually getting to that point now. He’s not a grandfather of course, not yet, but I’ve been noticing lately that’s he’s just been a lot more laid back. And that’s not a word I ever would have used to describe my dad before. It’s recent though, just in the last few months or so. 

I don’t know about better or worse, but it’s definitely different. I’ve been doing a lot of... well, let’s call it soul searching for now... anyway, I’ve done a lot of soul searching in the last few years and it’s taken me a while, but I think I’m finally at a really good place. Though, nothing’s ever perfect.

Something tells me you’re always going to find things to ask questions about. Even when you’re McGonagall’s age. What have you been up to lately? You working at all?

[the-prescott]

I’m sure there’s someone in this bloody party, who will find it refreshing. A handsome face like yours, any girl would find anything you were to say or do exactly that- and more.

[blazecadwell-blog]

Any girl, huh? Well, there’s one in particular I’m sure appreciates it. If I could find her in this mess of people it would be a miracle, though. 

Anyway, enough about me - anything new going on with you? How’s Evelyn?

[broadly-moored]

Bet you’re dying alone, intern.

[blazecadwell-blog]

Hey, I was wondering when you were going to pop up. Only a matter of time before you started busting my chops. 

[the-prescott]

You’ve always been such a sap.

[blazecadwell-blog]

You know, some people actually find it refreshing. Or so I’ve heard. If you find them, let me know.

[diederich-malekai]

I haven’t worn a suit since I was 10.

[diederich-malekai]

I am going to call you crazy, considering the wide numbers that threw themselves at you back in the day. I don’t mind dressing up either, it’s just that I may have underestimated how much I’ve grown and rented two sizes too small. These buttons are one tart away from flying off my chest and that just won’t be any fun.

I would have loved fighting you tonight, Blaze. It would’ve been an honor.

[blazecadwell-blog]

Oh, c’mon, no one was throwing themselves at me. 

I wasn’t going to say anything, but it does seem like you’re one move away from taking someone’s eye out with a rogue button. I think that suit probably is my size, which you're not. Next week we’re going to get you a suit that actually fits.

I would have been an honor to see one of those infamous dropkicks in action.

[blazecadwell-blog]

This is actually really nice.  I can only hope to have so many people come together to celebrate my birthday when I reach her age. It’s really touching.

[diederich-malekai]

I haven’t worn a suit since I was 10.

[diederich-malekai]

Eh, last minute sort of thing. And it’s an event for our former headmaster, I figured some sort of formality was called for. 

And for the record, you and I both know that if your camera got a picture of me tonight it wouldn’t survive the night so you saved yourself some trouble. 

[blazecadwell-blog]

Yeah, but I actually like getting dressed up. Call me crazy, but it’s about the only time I actually feel genuinely good about myself. Appearance wise, at least.

Whatever, it’s not like that would have stopped me from trying. 

[e-montgomery]

100 is not that much right?

[e-montgomery]

On one hand I’m glad the majority was only 17 because I can’t imagine how I would feel if I still had to live with my parents for another dozen of years or so but I agree with you, when I look in the mirror I don’t see an “adult”. 

I’m a pre-adult maybe, don’t we have “pre-teen”? Let’s add another category so we can have: newborn, baby, toddler, child, little demon, pre-teen, teenager, post-teen, pre-adult, almost-adult, adult and so on.

Hi, Blaze, you’re still nice to me, hello. I’m happy to see you, too.

[blazecadwell-blog]

Pre-adult does sound a little more fitting, doesn’t it? Though, I just hope that by the time I feel like one I’m not rocking back and forth in a wheelchair with my grandson on my lap. 

Of course I am. You’ve never given me any reason to be anything but nice. How’s everything with you? It’s been, well, a really long time since we last spoke. 

[diederich-malekai]

I haven’t worn a suit since I was 10.

This was a mistake.

[blazecadwell-blog]

You didn’t tell me you were coming! ...or that you were wearing a suit? This, this is something I didn’t think I’d ever get to witness. It’s a shame I didn’t bring my camera. 

[e-montgomery]

100 is not that much right?

If our life expectancy is over 130 years then why is 17 – a number so small compared to 130 – the amount of years we have to live to be considered legal adults and responsible for our actions? Not to mention the wizards that live way beyond that, do you think they use their pensieves and watch their 18 baby self acting like they own the world? How embarrassing, I can’t wait to live that.

But anyways where’s the birthday party?

[blazecadwell-blog]

When you think about it, it is quire ludicrous - then again, though, maybe it’s not. Personally, at seventeen, I don’t think I was responsible enough to be considered an adult. I don’t know about you but I barely think I’m capable of being called one today. 

Oh, and, it’s really nice to see you again. You haven’t changed a bit, Erin. 

[blazecadwell-blog]

BLAZE’s LAST FIVE YEARS.

After graduation, he completed a year long internship at Hogwarts as the teaching assistant of DADA.

Blaze and Angus ended their relationship as both were moving in different directions with their careers and needed time for themselves.

Having always had his heart set on becoming an auror, he went through the training program but ultimately discovered that it was just a pipe dream.

He then returned back home and stayed with his parents for a while, searching for a job and trying to get back on his feet.

This proved harder than he thought and wound up moving from job to job, unable to keep one for very long due to his general lack of interest.

The year that followed proved to be rather tumultuous for him, as he started smoking, was involved in a toxic relationship, and even became mildly depressed.

His only solace was an old hobby he picked up again out of pure boredom; writing.

Eventually, he was able to get his shit together - but not until after a fight with his parents that caused them to kick him out of the house.

Lucas generously offers Blaze to stay with him, which he does for a short while, also getting a job at a small book shop in London to save up some money for a place of his own.

Blaze hadn’t stopped writing since he picked up the hobby again, making sure to set aside time for it every day.

His mother has been urging him to give it a shot as a career, as she is an author herself, but he’s not confident in his writing abilities.

Blaze reconnected with Angus and, the two began dating again - for a couple months.

They’re currently in the process of moving in together and he’s given up smoking for her, but not thrilled about it.

[blazecadwell-blog]

SELF PARA → THE ONE

He didn’t recognize her at first - which was funny, considering there was a time he never thought he’d be able to get her face out of his mind. That was back when he thought she was the love of his life, when he lost her just as she started to let him in. She was far enough away from him, while engaged in a conversation with exactly the kind of guy you would expect her to be with, that she hadn’t noticed him. It had been a few minutes of him standing on the sidewalk and looking around for who he was meeting, while taking quick glances her way.

Blaze began to take a step toward her, before stopping himself from acting before he could think it through. What would he even say? Her eyes were still as blue as he remembered, and her beauty hadn’t faltered one bit. She was more radiant, if possible. Looking at his former flame now only solidified what he already knew - she definitely wasn’t the one. Blaze remembered the way she used to make him feel, the butterflies and all. He remembered the way his face would light up at the mere sight of her, not to mention the mention of her name. He would melt when she laughed and hold his breath whenever she looked at him. It was pathetic, if you ask him. He was surveying the people around him once more, when he turned back to see her now looking at him. He could tell she recognized him as she smiled, and started walking over.

“Blaze!” “Nice to see you, Val.” “Oh my god, how are you?!?” “I’m, I’m alright. What about you? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around here before.” “Oh, I’m just visiting for the week. I live in Paris now.” “Oh, really?” “Oui!” Cool, yeah, I actually just live around the corner from here.” “Well, you look so dapper, what’s with the monkey suit?” Suddenly, Angus walked up to them, arriving where her and Blaze had decided on meeting. His eyes lit up as he spotted her, giving her a hug as she approached them. Val, seeing this, decided their small talk was through. “Well, I’ll let you get to it, Blaze. It was so nice seeing you again, maybe next time I visit we’ll run into each other again.” With that, she was off and Blaze was left standing there was Angus.

“Who was that?” Nobody, he thought. “Just someone that I used to know.” Blaze found himself holding his breath as he looked her over. “What? Wait... this is a fancy place, right?” Angus was visibly worried she had mistaken something he said. “Yeah, no, it is - I just... you look amazing. Kinda took my breath away for a moment.” She blushed, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Besides, I’m not wearing this suit for nothing.” He grabbed her hand and began leading her to the restaurant he had made reservations at. With the other hand, he was holding onto the small box hidden in his pocket. Angus, noticed he was sweating a bit. “Why’s your hand so clammy?” He pulled his hand out of his pocket, leaving the main event in there, and rubbed the back of his neck as they continued walking. “Guess you still make me nervous.”

[blazecadwell-blog]

SELF PARA → A DAY IN THE LIFE

Blaze had not been able to write anything for a week and it was starting to take a toll on him. He was used to a day or two, but not being inspired for seven days was not something we was used to. Of course, Blaze also wasn’t used to fighting so much with Angus and anytime he did it was sure to affect his writing. Sometimes he could escape by diving into his latest novel, but this time all their arguing did was bring a halt to his creativity. is job depended on him being able to let the words flow. Thankfully being an author wasn’t as demanding - at least time wise - as his previous jobs as a freelance writer or a journalist for various publications. It had been a quiet day, for the most part, with the kids over at Chris’ per his request. By the time dinner started to near, the aroma of the food filling the air, something about the silence and the smell was enough to spark Blaze’s creativity and soon he was rushing over to the bedroom to write.

He quickly searched the house for one of his pens, obliviously passing his wife as she did so. Picking up his glasses from the coffee table, Blaze put them on and was suddenly able to see again - it was a wonder how he walked around without them sometimes. Now he couldreally look. After a moment of looking around quickly, he looked up to see Angus looking right at him and standing there with a pen in hand and a smile so slight it was almost nonexistent. He could tell she didn’t know how to act around him, their arguing not exactly reaching a point where everything was resolved. He found himself hesitant as well - his bringing up past mistakes and opening wounds he thought were closed had brought him here, and he didn’t like here. They stood there for an awkward moment, before Blaze closed the space between them and planted a kiss on her lips. “I don’t care if we’re fighting - and we can yell at each other later again if you want - but it’s been way too long since that’s happened. Way too long.” She responded by leaning forward to kiss him and held up the pen between them to give to him, speaking up to say “I don’t want to fight anymore. I will if you keep being an ass, but I don’t want to.” They both smiled before he took the pen and started to walk into the bedroom. He could hear her warning him. “Better start writing before the the kids come home.”

There he was, sitting on the bed with a pen and paper, writing as effortlessly as he did before his writer’s block kicked in. There was nothing stopping him from finishing this chapter, which was probably the most important one in the book. Nothing except for two of the cutest human beings he ever saw rushing into the room and jumping on the bed. Blaze never felt more loved than when Margo and Nash came home after being away all day or vise versa. It was hard to not pause what he was doing indefinitely to spend time with them, and it seemed downright cruel not to frankly. Angus stood in the doorway with crossed arms, “I told them to wait until you were done, that daddy was working, but you can see how well that went over.” He looked from Angus to the two little humans now bouncing on the bed. “It’s alright - c’mere.” He scooped the rugrats up and asked how their day was as he carried them over to the couch. All they seemed to be worried about was dinner, though. “Relax, it’s making itself right now.”

Their house was the perfect mix of wizard and muggle, Blaze unable to completely let his heritage go. it also made it that much more comfortable for his parents when they visited, which was a bit too often if you asked him. Now on the couch, he sat with Nash at his side who was started to tell a story and then went quiet. The blue eyed toddler then looked at his father with guilty eyes, “Not s’posed to tell you.” He gave him a stern look, but decided not to press the issue at the moment. “Either you tell me tonight or I’ll ask Chris first thing in the morning.” Nash reached into his pocket and pulled out various products from the joke shop, which they had clearly taken a visit to. “This better be all of it.”

He could hear his daughter pleading with Angus about something. “Pleeeeeeeease.” He looked at his wife for an answer to the questions in his head who appeared rather unenthusiastic about the ordeal. She simply looked at him and said “The video, again.” With a grin, he rose from the couch and walked over to pick it up. “Oh, c’mon, she likes watching her mother play. What’s wrong with that?” He popped it into the television, and soon a quidditch match that he had recorded was playing on the screen. “Just until dinner’s ready, alright hun?” Margo rushed over to the couch and plopped herself up on it, dragging her mother along as well. Soon the four of them were sitting together and watching, cuddled up against each other and smiling. It was a good day.

[sadserotonin]

failed | chraze

"When’s the last time you drank, kid?"

"Before I failed out of everything my life could possibly accumulate to."

"Oh come on, don’t put it that way, you’re young, my friend, there’s so much more you can do with yourself!"

"If you say so."

"Shhh," Chris says, pushing the full glass in front of him closer to Blaze. "She’s my cousin and I love her but honestly, here, mate, here." 

He watches Blaze watch the glass for a moment and only when the younger takes the the glass does his trademark grin break out onto his face, “Atta boy.”

[brawnybroadmoors]

..If you say so, okay, thanks. Me neither, I think it just comes with being a Broadmoor, blonde and brawny. I guess, dying it did make me feel a little separated. I hope you’re not just saying that, but I’ll take your word for it. I trust you.

I know I don’t have to but I kind of feel like I should, I owe a lot of people apologies. I don’t blame us though, we had a lot going on, that’s why we…uh..left. Look at us, even we stop talking as a team effort. I don’t know, guess…not long. I just wanted to get as much out as possible! I knew I couldn’t send you owls everyday so I wanted to describe everything and get down everything just..in case, and stuff. I’m glad we did it like that, much better than sentence replies. We were never sentence reply people. O-Oh, that’s dumb, you’re amazing. But uh-yeah I’m, well you’re probably up to some good things. Yeah! Yeah. Yeah, everyone tells me that, guess I was the only one that really had doubts. Really? That makes me feel so great, I barely got to see them but your dad knew his quidditch, even more than you. I’d uhm, maybe I’ll catch up with them some time? Though I’ve barely caught up much with you so..well I guess I’ll work my way up. Oh, I’m sorry. See, the best thing about Ireland was that I barely knew anyone there, and they didn’t know me. Blaze! [she laughed, leaning in and squishing his cheeks in her hands teasingly.] It’s okay, I’m a daddy’s girl so I guess we’re even. Oh ho-ho, nice call, they’re fine. I’m actually back in the area because of some family stuff, but I came here to visit Chris because he’s too busy to leave the castle right now. Still trying to woo his woman. 

[blazecadwell-blog]

What reason would I have to lie about that anyway?

Yeah, we both had a lot going on. [As if it just then it was hitting him how awkward this encounter was, he began to slowly shut down and grow quiet. Silent cues that he was listening and half hearted smiles followed Angus' rambling, but he spoke up as she commented on him not becoming an Auror.] Obviously I wasn't quite so amazing, but ...what can you do, right? It's whatever. [He simply nodded, biting his tongue as she talked about her lack of faith in her skills.] Well, you made it so - I'm sure you feel pretty silly now for doubting yourself. [Already red from embarrassment, her squishing his cheeks made him feel about as uncomfortable as he could have felt. As to not come off as aggressive or anything of the sort, he let it happen.] Well, that's Chris for you. Miss that guy. Your family's alright though, yeah? [He reached into his pocket subconsciously, gripping the pack of cigarettes.]

[samsteenblog-deactivated2015021]

Well I kind of expected that. I mean my grades are pretty good, I think I could make it. What do you do now?

[blazecadwell-blog]

Then again, maybe I'm not the best person to be talking to you about all of this. Here I am yakking on about it, when it's not like I even made it to being an Auror, is it? I'm working in a small cafe in London for the time being.