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ORIGINAL FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT HE WHO BECOME A MONSTER

[heirofcruelty]

@fxllenpriince​

his face is all cheshire cat grin as he sees ajax walk through their door, an energy that never leaves him visible behind his eyes. still, nero stays in his seat by the window, book open on his lap as he speaks. “good afternoon, darling. i was beginning to wonder where you’d run off to.” his eyes don’t stray from ajax as he closes the book and sets it aside. “well? any news to tell? stories to regale me with?”

[fxllenpriince]

“hustling more than you i guess,” jax teases and slides into the seat across from nero, his own devilish grin clear as his eyebrows quirk up, “but oh, I got some news,” he rubs his hands together a moment, “you remember alyssa? star girl that left us for school? she’s here, found her all bloodied up. she’s good as ours again,” perhaps he was being a little.... overzealous, but he was more than sure in his power to persuade, “i feel like a TA wouldn’t be too shabby on getting us some bodies,” he remembers the wad of cash in his bag, tugging that out and putting it on the table between them, a casual shrug, “then, the usual.”

[fxllenpriince]

cfcarolinestark‌:

Caroline isn’t exactly happy to see Ajax at the bar. Not after he’d hurt her like he had. But she’ll take the drink, downing her last one as he finishes the new one. He seemed to still remember what she liked to drink. Or lucky guess, she thinks bitterly. “I said it’s a slow night. Slower than I’d hoped.”

caroline had always been interesting, jax far more interested in her potential power than the girl herself. of course, jax’s business was making people feel comfortable, making people trust him. caroline, in the grand scheme of things, was no different, “you had some big plans for the small town club?” the bartender chuckles, “do tell.”

[fxllenpriince]

“well, well, well,” he’d heard she was in town through the grape vine-- nadia kyle, the socialite in their small town! the moment he heard, a wicked grin was planted on jax’s face that no one could wipe off, and few asked about, “I hear we got you to thank for really putting Paragon on the map,” his words drip with sarcasm, but the charming ( and surely cocky ) smile remains. in the brief pause between sentiments, one can hear the faint meow of a very curious cat, “they know I’m here,” the knowledge that really, he would never leave her, gave jax quite the thrill, her new husband be dammed. there was no doubt in his mind that, in ways, he was and always would be superior. money meant little in this regard, he didn’t need reassured as his easy confidence oozed as he let his eyes travel over his ex wife, “you gunna deprive your little angels of seeing their dad? i think me and you are a bit past some catching up, don’t you?” [ @monarchiicals ]

[necnvein]

Broken glass laid on the ground from what was a neon sign leaned against the back of the liquor store, orange gas lingered in the air near to Alyssa glowing in the dark of the night. It was far past when anyone should be up but there Alyssa was pushing herself up the brick wall trying to get back up to her feet so she’d get home in a reasonable manner. There was some blood running down from her nose and her jacket hung loose off one of her shoulders, she looked like she had been in a tussle. She heard foot steps coming closer, great, just what she needed. She weakly moved her hand up and with that gas moved out of immediate sight of whoever was coming, then just closed her eyes and leaned back on the wall “Hey….” She sounded tired “’Sup?” the pain she was in was clear but she was trying to play it off even though it was obvious to anyone with any of their senses.

@fxllenpriince

[fxllenpriince]

he heard the end of the commotion first, moved quietly until he got an eye full of the scene. he only showed up as everyone was gone... except the person on the receiving end it looked like. when recognition came over him, jax didn’t hesitate. he rushed to alyssa’s side and, at this point an old bro at taking care of the roughed up, “woah, hey,” he slips an arm around her waist and drapes her arm around his shoulders, supporting her weight as he spoke gently, “i got’cha,” he’s confused, but in his line of work, you don’t question. you just act. so he already is planning on heading to his place to clean her up, “you in a fight club and didn’t invite me, huh?” he pauses only a moment, “you wanna come see my place while we get that glass out of your face?” the question is gentle, teasing coming from a familiarity that flooded back when blood came out.

[fxllenpriince]

“here, have another, on me. least i can do.” jax is already almost finished with the drink when he says it, focusing on her since it’s a slow night. close but not too close, perhaps the perfect place with the young stark in jax’s eyes. and, with anyone, he would always listen. what better way to get potentially valuable information? “you were saying?” [ @cfcarolinestark ]

[thecvptainmarvel]

“So we’re clear, I will not be doing all the work.” Carol re-stated, though she felt she knew the answer. “We are meant to help the whole school and city.”

@fxllenpriince

[fxllenpriince]

“judgy,” if he wasn’t so instantly frustrated, he would have offered a chuckle, instead settling for a cool smirk, “i’m all for helping the community,” of course, it just depended which.

[fxllenpriince]

"here," Jax tosses Bea the little jar that held his weed as he made his way into his kitchen, figuring he didn't need to say more. she knew where things were, she knew most things about him, and had for years now, one of the few to keep track through the years. Having her around was a comforting familiarity that Jax would move mountains for, so getting her a drink and pulling out leftovers from the club for them both was the routine he needed to not go off the rails.

"quesdilla and sliders tonight," he calls out as he pops the container into the microwave. he leans out the window in his kitchen with a curious smile, “how was work? that slob come back in and bother you again?” there is legitimate concern, but it’s also no secret that jax took very little to confront someone. certainly a perk of being able to toy with a mind was being rather unafraid of confrontation. [ @scbotage ]

[fxllenpriince]

necnvein‌:

It was weird to run into Jax, she had tried to move on from that part of her life but it just kept showing up and now here was a large part of it standing in front of her mixing her a drink. As if that week hadn’t been enough of a blast to the past. “It’s been alright, i’m the astronomy TA at paragon now,” She said with the implication there were some things in between that weren’t so alright. She watches him make the drink, he’s gotten better at drink mixing, but of course he was it had been four years since she last saw him. “How’s working here? I’m sure you’ve been seeing plenty of ‘interesting’ stuff go down?” 

the smile on his face isn’t all for show, there’s a private satisfaction that so many mutants came to this place, even deeper that alyssa is one of them. like everything in his life, he imagines how he can use this, “impressive. we should take a walk some night, you can teach me something,” and he means it. he’s had time to get over much of the feeling of abandonment, only because he understood wanting to better oneself... even if he thought she was much more useful elsewhere, there was time, and jax was patient, “oh baby, you know i make interesting stuff happen,” a cocky grin crosses his face, “and working here just gives me a home base, whether my boss likes it or not at times.”

[fxllenpriince]

graiinnemhaol‌:

“us more than anyone.” maybe it was presumptuous, or SELF CENTERED, to make such a call. but jax was no longer a falcone, and she no longer had a huge family of sullivan’s at her side. the aftermath of each action had changed them. “it’s just a… observation. i don’t remember who we were.” 

he can’t help but stare, clever eyes boring into her. he doesn’t work to manipulate her mind... but he feels it, reaches out a timid limb in an effort to familiarize... but there’s none of that. no, her mind is different in a way, and he senses something more here, so he presses, “well, let’s start with catching up. what’s new?” though he wasn’t hiding the cogs working his mind, working to piece things together.

[fxllenpriince]

whimsicalwiinnie‌:

a small, private smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the term of affection. ❝ hey, bro, ❞ she said, tone light and mocking, but more in the sibling way than in a hurtful way. it was something she missed. the gentle teasing. the tug of war of wordplay. ❝ i know you wouldn’t, ❞ she says in a rush. ❝ don’t forget. i know you’re powerful jax, but i am too. i won’t — i won’t bite off more than i can chew. ❞ and sometimes, when it came to sofia, winona was asking for a fight. she was getting antsier the older she got. ready for power. ❝ i — i don’t want to get disowned. i want the empire, jax. i worked for this. is that so wrong ? ❞

a wry smile works its way across his lips. oh, he KNOWS. he knows the desire for the power their mother dangled in front of him -- the power he almost had -- and part of him feels a familiar anger rise, though he’s careful to not let his face change. be it anger, jealousy, or any other knee-jerk reaction he was having, jax knew how to mask it, “the only thing that’s wrong is that the old hag hasn’t kicked it yet,” despite the harsh words, his tone was a careful calm, “I know, we’re powerful apart... but imagine us together again,” a simple suggestion, “we’ve both had time to get stronger, and you’d step into a new empire with me,” a cocky smirk crosses his face now, “i came to town to expand... and don’t worry, win,” he relents, “I’m not expectin’ you to give it all up. took her chasing me out to give it up... but you know, my offer doesn’t expire.”

[necnvein]

Alyssa had decided after the kinda week she had been having going out alone for a night of drinks wasn’t such a bad idea. The club was loud and dimly lit. She made her way over to the bar and waved her hand out to flag down the bartender and said “One old fashioned please!” As the bartender got closer she started to recognize him, maybe the lighting was just playing a trick on her but she could swear that the bartender was Jax. She leaned forwards to try and get a better look. To everybody but her she looked kinda silly leaning on the bar looking at the bartender like she was Sherlock and he was a key clue.

@fxllenpriince

[fxllenpriince]

he starts making the drink as soon as he hears it, knowing he’ll figure out the tab later. there’s a smooth smile firm on his face as he works, moving bottles like it’s habit, and at this point it is. of course, when he looks up, he pauses just a moment before she looks over, a little shocked, but he keeps going, even as she recognizes him. the moment is all he needs to assure his face remains steady as he hands her the drink, “i remember how you like it,” he said simply, “you think smudging my bar’s gunna make me change into another person?” jax lets out a small chuckle, “it’s me,” he quirks an eyebrow, “how’re things up in the stars, huh?” and truly, it’s only a little bitterness in his voice. part if him IS happy she was doing other things... but a warped sense of loyalty suited the fallen falcone well.

[fxllenpriince]

he was wandering-- though the wide eyes gave away his feelings at the moment. Having a sense taken completely away... Jax never did well with weakness, he went to great lengths to escape feeling weak. Even when things got rough, he had a handle on things. There was no denying it usually. Now? He kept running his hands over his ears and head, desperately wishing he could HEAR the friction rather than just feel it. He didn't realize his groan that escaped, still not accustomed to the feeling of his vocal chords working without hearing the result. He didn't care, he could walk into the storm or some crazed person and just let whatever happen. What would he do without his hearing? Not even a muffled sound remained, it was all... Gone. There was nothing. After perhaps a half hour, the panic was rising. He could only handle so much in himself. Usually he could talk himself down from any sort of major break and manage his emotions with the help of his powers. Now though.... It all seemed to bubble up stubbornly. It wouldn't stop. It kept coming and coming until it rose into his throat. Rushing into one of the empty classrooms he passed, holding his hands on either side of his head, his heavy breath turns into sobs. The tears surprise him, since it's been so long. But they're there. As he slides down the wall, unable to control the crushing wave of emotion that over took him, nor the level of noise he was making, the tears were certainly there. [ @ofempyreans ]

[whimsicalwiinnie]

closed event starter / @fxllenpriince​ !

when she sees her brother, winona sighs in relief. she cannot hear it though ― dante is speaking so loud, walking beside her, yelling in her ear. she’s crying, though she is barely noticing it anymore. she doesn’t know what to do anymore. she can’t get him to stop. ❛ look, winsome, another person you let down ! are we going to make a club ? ❜ his humor is the same, but the look on his face isn’t. he’s just as winona left him. covered in blood & staring at her with devastatingly betrayed eyes. ❝ jax ! thank god. jax, jax, he won’t stop. i don’t know how to make him stop. jax, make him stop. ❞

[fxllenpriince]

when the world went silent, jax seemed to close off. never one to show weakness if he could help it, his face fell into a stony distant look as he tried to piece out what was happening, unable to hear a thing, all the while feeling his powers lock the panic away. that is of course, a familiar person approaches, and all he knows is that she’s afraid. not only can he see it plainly as she cries, but he can feel her mind going frantic. though he stands and reaches out to her, he doesn’t realize he’s speaking so loud and sloppily, “i can’t hear,” she seems to be avoiding something, so he puts his hands on either side of her face, trying to steady her gaze on him, “it’s okay,” he only knows one thing, he knows he might be able to help lessen her panic, “let me help,” he gently squeezes her head a moment to indicate what he means. he’s quieter, sloppy not being able to hear his words, and still loud for the distance between them, not that he can hear himself to know, “it’s okay,” he says, even though he knows it isn’t.”

[ofempyreans-blog]

* closed stater for / @fxllenpriince !

her date was gorgeous. he was, and she’d said it, and she heard OTHER people saying it as they’d walked in, her arm in his, and as they’d roamed around, saying hello’s like they were in a medieval court and doing the rounds. he was absolutely drop dead worthy, with the suit cut to fit the lines of his body perfectly, and that charming smile that seemed FIXED in place. and she was, you know, confident enough in herself to be aware that at least in regards to looks, she was worthy of being on his arm - she was beautiful, and she’d known it before he’d said as much, and she was safe in this knowledge that they were evenly matched. which they were. in literally everything but in the enthusiasm she had when it came to dancing. “i’m gonna do it-” finally tired of sitting like a QUEEN at his side ( he made her feel it, just with his royal presence ), trixie hopped up ; holding her dress bunched together at her waist as she moved the few feet out onto the dancefloor, turning to face him as she started to sway, goofily. “i’ll dance right here, in front of ya.” shoulders bopped to the beat, cherry lips mouthed to the song that was playing, limbs started to move just a smidge out of tune.

[fxllenpriince]

he’d pulled out all the stops for her, that was for sure. there wasn’t a chance he was about to screw over perhaps the most interesting person he’d come across in years. yes, jax was most definitely interested, and he’d made that fairly clear in his actions. he met her in a floral suit, velvet embroidered with colorful blossoms in an effort to go with the theme. of course, in his eyes, it was nothing compared to her. she exuded grace, and the first time he saw her he sucked in a deep breath as if in preparation to wow her. he’d try, at least. it wasn’t often he wondered if it would work, but now? now he wondered. as she started to dance in front of him, his laugh was bright and he took it as a challenge, “oh, you don’t think i will?” he cocks his head, standing to meet her, bobbing his head in sync with her shoulders, “well watch out-- oooh!” he does a quick turn, “cause I go hard.”

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