reckless

blue felix | harford i look for peace, but see, i don't attain

[tenderrage-remi]

And everyone's dying, so I keep on trying To make 'em proud before they are gone

@itsbluefelix Remi and Blue Felix: A study in love not always being enough

[tenderrage-remi]

The sizzle of bacon was familiar, the smell conjured forth fond memories of when the Felix clan had been whole. Remi flipped the bacon, humming lowly. It was something by Queen, a melody stuck in their head from some half forgotten memory. "Would you believe that I didn't want to dig out my own front door? Im debating on just getting a leaf blower to deal with the snow" Remi said, not turning their attention from the stove as their younger sister finally shuffled out of the cave of a room. "I did try to call after my shift." Multiple times. There had been a body in the snow, a young girl who had been a victim of one of the new creatures that stalked the night. It had shaken Remi, messy brunette hair stained with blood flashed behind their eyelids each time they blinked. They needed to confirm that Blue was okay, or at least breathing.

Remi plated the first batch of eggs and bacon, turning around to slide the plate across the counter towards Blue. They hadn't bothered to take off their hoodie, the chill in the air hanging in the apartment. Remi was still slightly disheveled from their over night shift, bags under the eyes,hoodie hung on shagging shoulders. Their jaw tightened slightly as the silence stretched in the air. Remi could offer to fix it, or to call someone, that might get something thrown at them. They couldn't say they worried, it would just cause another fight. "Eat, hate for food to go to waste." Remi turned back to the stove, unable to watch Blues face, to see the anger that simmered under the surface. "Been a hot minute. Anything new and fun?" The subtle dance began. The double meaning laced in their words. 'Anything I need to be worried about?'.

[itsbluefelix]

"Yeah well I was sleeping," she says, before tacking on a cursory "sorry."

Remi slides the plate towards her and she eyeballs it, pulling a face before picking up a lone slice of bacon and taking the tiniest nibble off the end before taking a fuller bite once she's sure it's not gonna set off a chain reaction of horrors; her stomach's tender.

"Uh, no. It's still cold. Just... you know. Working." Partying. "Trying to break through some writers block, just, you know, here," she says, scratching her head while she futilely tries to fork a piece of scrambled egg with the slice of bacon before tucking it in her mouth and talking around it, "minding' my own business, you know?" Like you oughtta be.

She turns around to grab ketchup outta the fridge. "You look like shit by the way." Rich, coming from her? Maybe. It's glib but not rotten, the way she says it. The vague hint of concern is there in her voice if one could sniff past all the vinegar it's soaked in.

[itsbluefelix]

@flashfanged / open some rich ppl party on a boat

Blue hadn't expected to be partying on some stranger's yacht in the middle of this weird fucking winter apocalypse, but you know, life leads you strange places when you hang around with vampires and witches and werewolves with more money than sense. It'd been Madison's idea - she hadn't expected to be hanging out with Madison either. It's a little awkward, given she knows Madison Paige mostly through two angles- someone who knows Remi's (because of course) and the fact 90 percent of their interaction so far has been her buying papers or the occasional brownie from the smoke shop across the street from a place she'd used to work at.

She's not super concerned - the party isn't a snoozer - better than the flatline you'd in the Port Leiry club scene with all this fucking winter bullshit. Seems like a fair few creatures are here too, which comes in handy both when you need the extra oomph to get fucked up and also in case somebody needs to hold your hair because you overdid it on the whatever.

So she coasts through the crowded boat, trying to decide if its the sway of the boat of her rapidly pickling brain that's making it a little hard to see straight as she tries to find her way back to the redhead for more of that alone together energy where she can hug the wall while Madison tries to find a neck to bite or whatever. She trips on somebody though, nearly spilling her drink before she manages to keep it classy. "Heh, sorry," she says. "Nothin' like a yacht party at the end of the world huh?"'

Who even owns this bucket anyways?

[itsbluefelix]

@tenderrage-remi

By the time her bedraggled head pokes its way out from under a nest of blankets and comforters, she isn't quite sure how long somebody's been inside her apartment. She knows who it is right away though, because she hasn't had bacon in her fridge in like, ever.

When she wanders out in her boxers and oversized tee, wrapped in a bundle of blankets that makes her look like some kind of pauper-king, she's glaring at Remi as they flip eggs and bacon in a pan. She shivers as she hears the AC try to roll the heat on. It doesn't work. She'll need to fix it. Again. Probably not just for herself. This is confirmed when she looks at her phone's cracked screen. Ostensibly, it's to check the time, but she can't help but see a terrifying two digit notification badge over her voicemail. Terrifying.

"...Does your own stove not work?"

She's not asking about the breakfast.