Way Down We Go

Ethan Nixon-Fairmont, 29 year-old neuro surgeon. Married to Jocelyn Nixon. Currently living in Montreal, Canada.

[kxlehenderson-blog]

OOC;

Hello everyone! I’m just posting this short message to warn you that I’m dropping out of Montreal for a few months while I go through the whole college application process, which is something a bit complicated here and will last pretty much until the first two months of 2017. This whole situation takes a lot of my time and, as much as roleplaying is way more fun than all that, I need to focus on studying. I will be back as soon as I can and I will miss you all very much. You guys are one of the most fantastic groups I’ve ever participated in and I’m really glad to have been a part of this for 9 months. For those of you who have connections with my characters, Kyle is going back to America to cover the elections from up close. Logan is headed to Toronto to tend to his father, who is ill. And Ethan is going to Africa with Doctors Without Borders. If you have any important plots with my characters and need more depth over what is happening to them over these months they’ll be out, hit me up! I’ll back for you soon and, as I said I’ll miss you all. In case you ever want to talk, my Skype is nick.queiroz13 and my iMessage is [email protected]. I love you and thanks for everything. See you soon. <3

[jocelynnixon]

II. office rendezvous

@ethanfairmont

The rosy touch to her cheek caused by a flustered feeling only added a healthy colour to her cheeks as she made her way through the hospital. Wearing her trench coat like nothing was wrong, her scarf resting upon her chest, high heels clicked on tiles when the blonde entered the right floor, recognising most of the staff that dwelled in the halls her husband often dwelled in himself. “Hello, Mrs. Nixon.” the assistant at the front desk greeted her, earning her a smile from the blonde. “He is in his office, shall I let him know you’re here?” 

“No.” the blonde shook her head, her fingernails tapping on the desk. “Best it be an element of surprise, for I need to talk to him about something very important.” The assistant nodded, already moving away to continue her work. “Would you mind keeping his office unvisited for the next half hour? I’m afraid it’s a talk that will take a while.” Jocelyn informed her, and only after a confirming nod did the woman take her leave, making her way to the office she was able to familiarise from memory. No knock was given to his door when she removed the scarf from her neck, opening the door. 

“Am I interrupting, doctor?”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

The murmurs outside his office drew away his attention from the book he was reading to the two female voices dialoguing on the other side of the door. He easily that one of the voices belonged to his wife, and the other, obviously to his secretary, Janice. Jocelyn's visit had been agreed upon earlier, and so, when he noticed she was about to enter, he closed his book and set it aside. At the sight of the woman, his eyes widened slightly, unsurprised by her presence, but certainly very pleased. He slowly got up and made his way toward her, taking the blonde by the waist, Ethan pulled her closer and whispered, "A half hour? Just that?" He chuckled before pacing forward, to the door and informing Janice, "This is a very serious subject we're going to have to discuss. Take a whole hour break and, should I be asked for, I am very busy."

The woman simply nodded, before gathering her belongings and departing rapidly. Turning to his wife, Ethan shook his head and said in a low tone, "No, you aren't. You do have an appointment, don't you?" Slowly, he approached her again, his gaze fixated on her lips before they met. As always, the taste of her lips felt amazing. Every single second that he spent with his lips against hers, he wanted to feel her even more, it was as the sensation a drug provided to an addict. Pulling away, Ethan paced toward the bar, to pour some Bourbon into a glass for himself, "Fancy some?" He inquired, maliciously, as he lowered the lights and allowed the climate to set in.  

[soph-johnson]

“Actually museums don’t usereal dinosaur bones most of the time. They use plaster ones because the realones are basically rocks and aren’t as nice looking as the plaster ones,” She explained.“So these plaster bones they have on display? Very lifelike.”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

His gaze quickly turned into an irritated glare at the enormous fake dinosaur skeleton standing before them. Museums and its contents had never been very appealing to him, and so, Ethan wouldn't know how those were made. She was right, and there was not much he could do about it, even though he hated being wrong. "At least they serve their purpose." 

[dear1ybeloved]

   Despite the abrupt and almost embarrassing silence that fills the space their co-worker resides, Selena listens to Ethan go on almost as if she hasn’t done anything wrong or OBNOXIOUS. As far as she’s concerned, she actually hasn’t. ❛  I hope for the best.  ❜ As a surgical oncologist, she is used to sometimes hearing that their efforts, down the line, did not always pan out as expected. The disappointment lingers like a heavy weight upon her shoulders though it is something that she doesn’t let her co-workers see ; vulnerability has never been her strong suit — and it’s not for reputable reasons. ❛  We all do what we can. If there’s any way I can be of service please let me know.  ❜

[ethanfairmont-blog]

As the oncologist speaks, Ethan silently notices how their colleague had grown quiet, so much that the third doctor barely even moved a muscle as the conversation continued on. Pretending not to notice the crimson to their co-worker's cheeks, Ethan decides to maintain the life of the mentioned patient as the main topic of their dialogue. "Her conditions seems to have stagnated," He explained, having just witnessed the drama that the patient's family had been undergoing ever since the incident that brought her straight into the ICU. "You can take a look at her file." He then lifts up the folder he had been holding, which contained results of the woman's most recent exams. 

[hayleyattwell]

[ethanfairmont-blog]

I. Informal Formalities

[jocelynnixon]

“I do like it when you give in to my whims, Mr. Fairmont.” Jocelyn’s lips turned into a smile, almost tempted to press them against his and smudge them with the bright red lipstick she had been wearing all evening. She had already figured herself to be blessed to have found him while she could have ended up with a boring man her father would have loved to set her up with. No she was definitely lucky, and that became clearly present even in the small moments such as these. 

With the tug to her hips, the blonde took closer steps to the tall and dark man, draping her arm more over his shoulder and with that pulling her side closer against his. Had it been a more different crowd, she wouldn’t have mind being closer, which God knew she longed for after a whole evening of formal talk. Little breaks such as these were a true blessing among those. “You look quite dashing tonight yourself.” She replied, smoothing a hand over his chest pocket, removing a wrinkle in the process. 

[ethanfairmont-blog]

In her presence, Ethan's attitudes were atypical, sometimes. Smiles, for example, were something so rare to appear across his features that the man could barely recall the last time that he full-on grinned. However, with Jocelyn it was as though his sensitive layer became more superficial than all others; she was the one able to unravel all the mystery that involved him, to cast light upon all his surrounding shadows. And so, as the music became slower, and the lighting of the room, dimmer, his lips mirrored hers. The feeling was as though it were only the two of them standing in the room. And he wanted her, more and more by the second. All his cells were overtaken by passion as time passed, and the romantic man who lived buried underneath a black cape came to life, once again, thanks to her presence, and the unique glimmer of her eyes. 

"Your wish is my order, babe." Ethan admitted, swaying his body in the same, repetitive routine, which was the only one that he knew, for he had never been a true admirer of the sixth art. His feet maintained their constancy through the five or six moves that he knew over the marble floor, moves that he kept doing over and over. And that Jocelyn knew were the only ones he could do. "However, I need to admit that I cannot wait to escape this and to be alone with you." He added, confessing his true, burning feelings. 

[jaxonmoore]

“So I’m trying to better my cupcake baking skills for Lily’s next sleepover party. As a warning, this might kill you. Or it might not be so bad. I doubt it will be good, but… try a bite anyway, for me?” Jaxon asked, a crooked smile on his lips as he held out one of the cupcakes he had been baking that morning.

[ethanfairmont-blog]

Quietly analyzing the sweets in front of him, Ethan attempted to find one that seemed at least a bit appealing, though those had never been his forte. "They don't look bad." He quietly admitted, still eyeing the cupcakes with narrow eyes before going for the one without the sprinkles on top. After taking a bite, he looked at Jaxon, with an unsatisfied expression on his face, thought secretly expecting it not to look offensive as it usually was meant to for other people, "It doesn't taste bad, either. But I hate sweets, so you really might want to ask for someone else's opinion on this."

[cam-russell-blog1]

Cameron took a few steps towards his high school friend as well. “I know, right? Seems like a lifetime,” he stated, offering a hand in a greeting for the other one. The idea of rekindling with someone from his past was certainly an interesting one. “So, how’s life treated you, man? I see a Dr. in front of your name there, so, it sure seems fancy,” he pointed out, part of him was actually making fun at the other one for it. It was always weird to see someone he knew well in a serious job such as that one. Part of him couldn’t help remembering the wild days, and the idea of having his life on those hands was, in ways, frightening.

[ethanfairmont-blog]

Meeting Cameron after having spent such a long time without exchanging a single word made Ethan feel slightly guilty that he hadn't made much effort to maintain contact through the years. Back in high school, once the two finally decided to give each other a chance, they ended up noticing how much they had in common and grew close. However, once their ways parted, Ethan and Cameron eventually lost contact. Yet, Ethan still held the same affection toward his friend as he did when he was younger and so, there was no reason to give the man the cold shoulder. "Yes, ended up joining the family business," except his parents were pediatricians, still he was relatively close. "Do you want to come with me to my office? It's a better place to talk."

[soph-johnson]

Roisin looked at thestatue, taking in the enormous size of the thing. It was really quiteimpressive and must have taken a very long time to make. “They’re really makingthese things so lifelike,” She mumbled to herself.

[ethanfairmont-blog]

"These are the actual remains of a dinosaur. I think they're supposed to look at least a bit real." He scoffed, though not exactly worried about the colossal fossil standing before him, as he was to his wife's location, who had invited him for lunch. 

[theoprodigalson]

Ethan was one of the few members of Theo’s family that he could actually stand, and that was even more true now. So when the older man had texted him and invited him out, Theo was actually pretty excited about it. Growing up, Ethan had just old enough for Theo to be envious – thirteen and earning independence when Theo was still treated like a kid, sixteen and driving when Theo was stuck at home, eighteen and an adult when Theo was still just a freshman in high school. When he saw the car pull up out front, Theo came outside and locked up, making his way to the car. “Hey, man,” he said, sliding his large frame into the passenger seat. “How have you been?”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

Through the years, Ethan always saw his relationship with Theo as one that fit into the expected standards for two cousins. In fact, Theo had been the only cousin to whom he enjoyed talking to and with whom Ethan really talked. "I've been very good," He turned to his cousin, with what seemed as a hint of a smile stamped across his face, something truly rare when it came to Ethan. But he really was feeling great. The married life did him well, even with all those dreadful never-ending galas that he had to attend nearly every week, "I've been working at the hospital with uncle Peter. How about you, man? How have you been?"

[dear1ybeloved]

❛  It’s actually ‘ for all intents and purposes ‘ —  not intensive.  ❜ Selena interrupts abruptly, unable to help herself ; the more time that passed without correcting, the more she felt her throat burn. It’s almost like fighting back the urge to refrain from scratching a rather IRRITATING itch. ❛  But you can go on. I’m listening.  ❜

[ethanfairmont-blog]

Ethan, too, despised poor grammar, especially when it came from allegedly highly educated people. However, as Josie had struggled to teach him, there were times were he would just have to control the urge to correct people right after they spoke. After losing his dad, it was as though he had lost whatever filter his mother had imposed and now that he was married, his wife was working hard to make it function properly again. In spite of all that, he admired Selene's attitude, which generated a look of silent approval to come over his face as she interrupted their colleague, who simply stopped talking after being corrected, "Anyway," He then started, "They told me that they tried all they could, and the team's just hoping that it'll be enough for her to recover all her bodily functions."

[ethanfairmont-blog]

↳@theoprodigalson

A while had passed since Ethan and Theo's last meeting; still adapting to the Nixons' busy lifestyle, Ethan struggled to find small gaps in his schedule in which to fit some leisure time. Sure, his father dragged him into galas a lot, but when compared to the Nixons', those events were child's play. Though, once he finally managed to get a day off of work, one of the first people he texted was his cousin, who despite the age gap, had always been one of his favorite relatives. However, ever since Greyson's funeral had taken place, they had not seen each other much. And so, Ethan figured it would be a good idea to meet for drinks. At the agreed time, Ethan found himself at Theo's door, waiting for the younger man inside his car. 

[marcoriccix]

It had been a long day, a long day spent running around after two five year olds and honestly, Ade was shattered. He’d decided to treat himself to a drink before heading home, though, knowing that his cupboards were most definitely bare. Not exactly in the most people person mood, he cast a direction to his left when he heard someone pull the chair out, muttering, “That seat’s taken.”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

After heading out of the hospital, Ethan decided to go for a drink in order to unwind after all he had seen that day, which had been much more than he had expected. Josie wasn't going to be home until late and he needed to find some other outlet and so, he turned to drinking. After finding the last available seat at the bar, he was greeted with a complaint from the person on his right, to whom he turned and shot back, "Yes it is. By me."

[cam-russell-blog1]

@ethanfairmont

The last couple of days hadn’t been easy around Cam’s fort. With a family member over at the hospital, the shifts he had around work and all else he needed to do, his focus seemed to be all over the place. Going down the elevator of the Royal Victoria, Cameron watched the lights switching, indicating the floors that were being left behind. When it pinged down at the entrance floor, the man motioned to get out, seeing someone familiar cross paths with him. With a second glance the former model was able to place the face he had seen, taking a few steps back. “Ethan?” the man called out, waiting for recognition, after all, they hadn’t seen one another in years.

[ethanfairmont-blog]

After dropping some documents at the reception for his uncle Peter, Ethan was about to head into his office to fill out a few papers about his patients. However, his silent walk was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out to him. He turned around nearly immediately, to be greeted with a face that he knew very well yet hadn't seen in person for a while now. Ever since their paths grew apart after high school, "Cameron?" He switched directions and started making his way toward the man with whom he shared memories that he held dear to that day. "Cameron Russell... It's been so long." 

[ethanfairmont-blog]

I. Informal Formalities

[jocelynnixon]

Had this entire event not been important for her business contacts, Jocelyn would have suggested to leave hours ago. Though most of the talk was the one she had been hearing all her life, the intelligence level of most of the other company was so dull, Jocelyn had to keep herself from drinking wine after wine and thus having switched to soda moments ago to keep from making a fool of herself. It was a blessing she had her husband besides her, stealing glances and touching his hand once every while, she silently made known to him she hadn’t forgotten about his company.

At the queue of a familiar slow song, Jocelyn felt the pressure of eyes resting on her appearance, followed by the stunning blue eyes of the man besides her. With a smile, she took him by the hand, moving up onto her feet to follow him towards the dance floor. Taking the proper stance, making sure her dress was lifted so she wouldn’t stumble over it, she allowed him to take the lead. “So, are we still set about leaving at midnight or will we pardon ourselves earlier?”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

The dance floor was a much more private setting then their table. There, they were allowed to discuss whatever topic without having to worry about any sort of intermission. And so, when they were finally distant enough from the table and his hand had already found a place to rest over her hip, he answered her question, "We can do as you wish." He explained, soon admitting to his desire to flee. "But I certainly wouldn't mind leaving early." His words were muffled by the slow tune that soon brought more swaying bodies around theirs. To those people, the couple's words would sound as but inaudible mumbles.

Truth was, Ethan couldn't wait to go home and have some alone time with his wife. In fact, she looked so gorgeous that he felt a burning desire to pull her body even closer to his and bring their lips together in a lengthy, passionate kiss. Unfortunately, the couple wasn't expected to make such a scene; it would be better to wait. Yet, Ethan made sure to pass the message to Jocelyn, by gripping her hips more firmly and pulling her frame closer to his. Not as close as he desired, but close enough. Ethan's flaring will to feel her skin against his would have to wait, but in the mean time, just looking at the beautiful woman before him would suffice. "You look gorgeous."

[mrcavilldaily]

x

[cescalim-blog]

As Francesca turned to the man, she quickly deposited her phone and earphones into her pocket. Somehow, she was reminded of times when her dad or his superiors talked to her with that undeniable tone of authority. “I’m so, so sorry, sir,” she repeated. “Are you all right?”

[ethanfairmont-blog]

A hand moved over toward his forehead to clean off the sweat. Silently, he closed his eyes and inhaled a big amount of air, in order to slow down his heartbeat and adjust his breath to his current pace. "I am fine." He shot back, letting out a puff of air. His brows were furrowed as he soon opened his mouth again, "You should be more careful."