Joshua Yaxley

❝Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.❞ Private (nsfw) joshua yaxley rp blog for riddles regime. ➻mid-20’s. ex-slytherin. death eater. virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

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Gavin & Joshua || sunday.

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What a peculiar fellow. 

Was it common to invite oneself into the dwelling of another; particularly another of which he spent little to no time alongside in his long history of actually knowing Josh. Really, the audacity of the beast who shared his company was beginning to border along insufferable; Gavin had long ago known that Joshua Yaxley lacked manners – but he hadn’t thought it to this extent. He watched with an incredulous glare from his spot upon his pristine sofa as Joshua so wittingly voiced incorrect thoughts regarding the state of Gavin’s home, or perchance he was merely pulling his leg, a joke that Gavin didn’t give an answer to.

“Harriet has run away. Such a pity,” Gavin dismissed the notion with the wave of his hand. She’d been his gift at age eleven just before entering Hogwarts, a nuisance which he mostly disregarded throughout school and who was now so old he wondered if she was not magic. He turned back to the sketch he was detailing for work- a well-done charcoal of a Hungarian Horntail he’d been studying. It was the one instance where grime didn’t make his skin crawl.

The scent of citrus filled the air and Gavin glanced to the other, only to shake his head in disbelief. So peculiar. Yet, somehow, endearing.

“I mean, a series of owls past two in the morning regarding unimportant questions regarding whether or not I use chapstick and wondering if anyone’s seen me in my underwear in the past three months– I mean three months, why so specific?– it’s not really normal, Josh. Especially since we haven’t talked since Hogwarts, not really.” They were in the same year, though of different houses. Being from pureblood families that weren’t quite the top of the totem pole, however, had given them common ground. “The crying thing. It had nothing to do with ice cream, but your colorful imagination intrigues me.” A smile crinkled his eyes. 

“If you require a job, yes. I am serious. Are you serious? It’s not your run of the mill job.”

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"Such a pity that you named the bloody thing HARRIET; I’d run away from you too.” There was no conviction in his voice, no real desire to even speak. Joshua sounded like a man who couldn’t care less and that was the truth of it -- he couldn’t. Even his glossy green eyes had zeroed in on the glass he’d lifted to his mouth. Mmmm. 

Each step held an air lightness, his persistent confidence apparent as Joshua swaggered around Gavin’s living room. "Well. Those were the only options you gave me, Gavin. In case you forgot, you were the one who listed those specific questions as the ones you were willing to answer. Why do you have to write a list of such specific questions? Maybe you should stop teasing and just answer all fifty of them if you want to so badly.” He paused thoughtfully, reaching deep into his pocket to pull out a folded piece of parchment. He lowered his drink onto an end table and unfolded it. “What’s th-- oh, Scorpio...” he murmured, “Wait, this isn’t it. Hold on.” He folded Gavin’s notes about being a Scorpio, sliding it into his back pocket before digging into his front one again. 

 “Ah, ha! Hereeee we gooo, ariteee. Let’s seeeee.” Joshua cleared his throat and dove into the use of a proper English accent, both eyebrows lifted as he delivered the monologue. “Number 19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?” He paused, lifting both eyebrows as he considered the suggestiveness of that one. Reluctantly, he continued, “Number 20: Who did you last see in person? Number 21: What is the last thing you said out lot? Number 22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?... Jeesh, Gavin. Never knew you had it in you. A threesome, huh? And you call my imagination colorful.” 

List in hand, Joshua plopped down onto the sofa and shook his head. “Forget it, I’ve already mentioned: feederism isn’t for me.” 

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“Well you said nine to five. Which implied that five could be higher.” Emma stopped and turned to face Joshua.  “I’m not trying to turn anyone on Yaxley. I’m trying to have fun and I was succeeding until you came around.”

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“Okay, well... just FEEL FREE TO GO BACK TO HAVING FUN THEN.”

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“How do you know Eve didn’t start crying? Were you there?

—Hey, wait. Do you even know who Eve is?”

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“You are AVOIDING my question but that’s okay, Gavin. I’ll get it go for now.”

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“MAYBE, Josh, MAYBE I simply wish I were.”

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“Do you wanna talk about it or are you good..? Because I’m probably not qualified for offering any kind of serious help. ” 

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“I hit a nerve, did I?”

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“..why’re you suddenly wearing a cowboy hat?”

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“Dragons are very dangerous creatures, Josh. But you could potentially be a feeder. Eventually work your way up. If you are serious about this.”

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“Feederism has never really been my thing but I’m certainly not one to judge what tickles another man’s fancy.”

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Gavin & Joshua || sunday.

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"Oh hey, your door was open so I let myself in --- Merlin, this place is a mess. What were you up to last night, mate? And why wasn’t I invited?” Joshua’s eyebrows popped as he made his way into the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open, "So how’s your owl or was it a cat? I forgot, it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you.” He paused thoughtfully, “Are you avoiding me?” 

After taking a moment to study the content of Gavin’s fridge he shut it and shook his head to himself, clearly disappointed. Instead he yanked a couple cabinet doors open, using the accio spell to obtain a glass so that he could aguamenti up some clean water. 

He glanced upwards at Gavin as he reached into pocket, pulling out a plastic bag of lemon slices. “So--” He filled the silence as he plopped his lemon slices into the glass of water. “Congratulations on skirting around the answers to nearly all those questions I asked you over the weekend. I’m really curious about the crying thing. And do you really think I would work well with dragons?”

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“It’s fine. You don’t have to talk about it, Josh. But if you need a job, I can talk to my uncle… I mean, if you’d like to work with dragons.”

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“What, you mean, like, working with you?... I’m listening.”

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“Is it a belief or is it a kink?”

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“Okay, you need to calm down..”

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“Fine. Walk away. It’s not my problem if you don’t want to solve our conflicts.”

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“You called yourself a lesbian, ok -- that wasn’t me.”

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“Yes, Josh. That’s how it works when you have a severe allergy to a delicious snack. Isn’t the grass always greener? I tell you not to think about the color blue, what do you think about? You always want what you cannot have. It’s why Eve ate the apple.”

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“Eve didn’t start crying because of how angry eating the apple made her; YOUR POINT IS...?”

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“I am lactose intolerant. That was insensitive. No, it wasn’t the ice cream thing.”

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“One scoop is all it takes, huh? One smooth, rich serving of icy cold vanilla cream and you’re a goner. You always did have that weak spot for ice cream, Gavin.”