{People can change}

O w e n J o n e s Courage doesn't always R O A R sometimes courage is a QUIET voice at the end of the day saying "I'LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW " { Order Member} p u r e b l o o d ;;

[owen-jones]

previouslyjesse:

Jesse was about to reply, but the furthest he got was a nod of the head before Owen began speaking once more. It was odd, really, to see the wizard, who was practically a stranger to him if he were to overlook their last meeting, understand him almost as well as he understood himself. Perhaps even more so as Jesse was certainly not sure of who he was. The idea that someone had been keeping an eye on his sister in his absence – and supposed death – was almost comforting, if it hadn’t been for the part that followed. Sure, the wizard could certainly be lying. But, there was something about what he was saying and the way it was said that made Jesse somewhat sure that he wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t even sure he could trust himself in that regard anymore. A frown formed on Jesse’s lips regardless though. For, even if it was a lie, it was not something he wanted to hear. His sister hadn’t deserved that. He hadn’t wanted to be the cause of her, nor anyone else’s pain. He hadn’t even realised. “Drinking?” His brows drew together and he looked down at the table. He waited, silent for a few moments and swallowed before looking back up at him, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, it’s a lot to take in… And I still don’t know what I can believe.” Jesse felt as though he had a migraine that just wouldn’t disappear. “Is she still?” He asked, hesitantly. Even if it wasn’t true, his worry for his sister outweighed his confusion.

The male felt bad for having to say it, knowing it would be hard for the male to hear -- that was if he even believed it. “Yeah, I mean, I can’t be positive as it’s been hard to see her properly face to face because she’s just pulled back and not wanted to talk to any of us but when I have seen her around she’s looked drunk.” He couldn’t help the frown that came to his face. “I know and I’m really sorry, I wish I could have done more or helped her in some way but I just didn’t know how.” Owen admitted rubbing his forehead. “I know this is probably really confusing for you, you’re probably being told so many different things and I wish there was a way to make it easier for you but you’re just going to have to go with your gut on this one.” He gave a shrug not knowing what else he could say. “I honestly couldn’t say, you’d be better off asking her or someone closer to her.” 

[owen-jones]

isaacbehindbars:

Isaac shook his head in response to Owen’s question, brows drawing together. “No, I thought the same as you - that he was gone.” A hand fell back through his hair, shrugging his shoulders as a deep sigh passed his lips. “You think his family knew? They were the ones who identified the body.. Surely they must have know that he wasn’t really gone..” Teeth captured his bottom lip, chewing on it gently as his gaze fell to the floor once again. 

Owen nodded happy with the answer he was given. “I wonder what happened. He said it was the order, I tried to tell him otherwise but he wasn’t having any of it.” The wizard replied as a sigh left his lips. He shook his head vigorously, “No way. Cami has been a right mess, there’s no way she knew.”  

[owen-jones]

oflaurenttwins:

Jean could feel some heat come to his cheeks at the mention of Owen’s sister and immediately picked up his glass and brought it to his lips in an attempt to hide it. After a long sip, he finally spoke. “It’s all practice.” He laughed lightly. “And I speak to more people than that.” Another playful roll of the eyes. His brows raised at the wizard’s next question and though he should have expected it, he was caught a little off guard. He cleared his throat. “Well, uh –” Short, blonde hair, crazy about chocolate, your sister. No, that wasn’t going to go down well. “I am not sure, it is not like there’s a specific person – or people. Or girl.. Or even a type, really… I just…” He took another sip from his glass trying to formulate some actual coherent English in his mind. 

A laugh fell from his lips. “I’m not sure how I feel you practising on my sister.” The male joked with another laugh. “If you say so.” He replied smirking at his friend. Owen looked at the blond fondly as he watched him get all awkward, the male had never been that open when it came to talking about girls and feelings -- maybe it was a French thing, or maybe it was just a Jean thing. “You okay there?” He asked grinning as he raised a brow. “Look, I’m not trying to get on your case, if you don’t want a girlfriend that’s fine, I just figured it would be nice for you to have a someone like that in your life.” 

[owen-jones]

secretmarano:

@owen-jones

With a huff, Iris entered their home and slammed the door shut behind herself. Moving through to the living room, the raven haired beauty then plopped down on the sofa next to her boyfriend. “I’m so fucking sick of people looking at me like I’m going to snap and turn on them. Or like I’m a moron for choosing to change sides.” Resting her head down on his shoulder, Iris then sighed deeply. “I just wish the Order could trust me, and that the Death Eaters could forget about me.” Her heart sank, brows drawing together as she sighed heavily once again.

Owen looked up surprised as he heard the door slam. He looked over at Iris concerned as she took a seat next to him on the sofa. “Woah, where has this come from? Who has been saying what?” He asked confused as he draped an arm across her shoulders. If someone had been causing her aggravation he wouldn’t think twice in getting involved. “I know it’s hard but the order is just on edge because the amount of people they’ve lost. They don’t want to let their guard down. It’ll take time but they’ll come around eventually. The people that matter trust you.” He placed a small kiss to her forehead hating to see her so stressed. 

[owen-jones]

previouslyjesse:

Jesse hesitated for a moment, despite being the one to ask, but sat down regardless, placing his cup on the table as he did so. “Thanks.” His lips curved up into a small smile. He was trying to be polite, but there was still that voice in the back of his head insisting that the wizard was out to fool him. Though, truthfully, he felt that way about a lot more people recently. He took a moment to consider Owen’s question, whether he should just tell him the truth or lie and say that he was doing fine. Ultimately deciding on the former – honesty was something he would have to provide if he expected the same. “Confused.” He swallowed, looking up from his hands and meeting the other’s gaze. “I discovered my sister was alive… and now… everything seems a little beyond my control.” He wasn’t sure if that made sense, or if he should even be telling him this. But, he knew that something was wrong and it had all started with Owen.

Owen could see Jesse hesitate which comforted him slightly knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling nervous. He replied with a smile as he male sat down. The fact that Jesse actually came out and spoke about he was really feeling surprised Owen, he was fully expecting the wizard to shrug him off with a ‘i’m fine’. “I can only imagine.” He replied with a sympathetic look. “Wait, you thought Cami was dead?” The male paused thinking about it. “Wait, of course you did. You wouldn’t have stayed away for so long otherwise.” He added mainly talking to himself than his friend.”I’ve tried to keep an eye on her for you since you’ve been gone but she just pushed us all away. I hardly ever see her and when I have done, well... let’s just say I think she’s turned to drinking to help her cope.” He felt terrible, all that Owen ever wanted was to be able to take care of his sister for him and be there for her -- for him -- but Cami had never even given him the chance. 

[owen-jones]

previouslyjesse:

Jesse wasn’t even sure what his plan was while he was approaching the other wizard, but what he did know was that there were a lot of things that he didn’t understand at play. And, after bumping into his sister, having previously been told that his family were dead, Jesse had realised there was a lot that he needed to uncover. The wizard nodded as the other spoke, though he could feel the awkwardness seeping into the conversation already. “Can I – can we talk?” 

The male swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding. “Of course. Take a seat.” Owen gestured to the seat opposite him giving his old friend a small polite smile. “How are you?” He asked nervously. 

[owen-jones]

oflaurenttwins:

Jean shook his head, lightly chuckling. It wasn’t as if he believed that the woman was actually eyeing him up – he hadn’t been paying much attention either way, though it seemed as though Owen had. Jean simply wasn’t interested, thoughts of that nature were elsewhere. Though he could hardly tell Owen where exactly that was, so his protests ended up sounding pretty weak. “I talk to people of the opposite sex all the time.” He protested, meeting his friend’s gaze and taking another long sip of his cider. “Besides, she is not my type.” 

The wizard shook his head smiling at his friend. “Really? You’re not allowed to count yours or my sister.” He gave the male a pointed look. “So, tell me friend, what is your type?” 

[owen-jones]

previouslyjesse:

@owen-jones

Catching sight of the familiar young man from the corner of his eye, Jesse stopped in his tracks, coffee in his hand. And out of some potentially crazy feeling inside him, he found his legs walking towards the other wizard’s table and he hovered above his table for a moment, taking a deep breath before finally speaking. “It’s Owen, right?” 

Owen felt like he’d been winded as he saw his old friend approach him. He’d had a while to process the face his friend was actually alive and not dead, but it was still hard to grasp - it could have been perhaps easier if it wasn’t for the fact the male had no knowledge of who he was or the friendship they’d shared. He wasn’t going to take it out on the male, it wasn’t his fault and although he was a death eater now -- well that wasn’t totally his fault either he’d been brainwashed. The wizard nodded feeling a bit awkward. “Nice to see you again Jesse.” 

[owen-jones]

isaacbehindbars:

As soon as the door opened, deep brown pools moved up to settle on the face of his former best friend. “Hey..” A slight, crooked smile crossed his face, soft eyes taking in Owen’s every feature. “Look, I know the last time we spoke I was a complete asshole but I just- I’ve not been feeling myself. We uh- We need to talk about Jesse.” A deep sigh passed his lips, pain radiating through his entire being at the mere mention of the name.

The male would be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked by the smile that occupied the wizard’s face. It wasn’t the sadistic smirk he’d seen, it was a smile that took him back to his years in school and the friendship they had shared. He wasn’t exactly sure how to reply to the male so he just gave a shrug before clearing his throat and nodding. “Yes we do. Did you know?” 

[owen-jones]

oflaurenttwins:

Jean shook his head and took a long sip from his glass. “I think you’re seeing things.” He said, his gaze moving over to the woman in question, bringing the glass to his lips once again. “Just because you’re all loved up now doesn’t mean I need to be, you know?” He joked with his friend.

Owen chuckled at his friend. “Nope, she was definitely giving you the eye.” He replied placing his drink back down as he crossed his hands over his chest. “I know, I know but it wouldn’t hurt giving ago, at least try talking to someone of the opposite sex.” The male teased with a grin. 

[muserhq]

“I’m okay with your history. It made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.”

—

S.C. Stephens,

Reckless

(via be0k)

[owen-jones]

isaacbehindbars:

feat @owen-jones

It had been quite some time since Isaac had last seen his former best friend and yet, he still wasn’t too sure if he should be going to see him. But with Jesse’s return, all he wanted was to see the friend that remembered him. He had managed to bribe his guard into letting him free from prying eyes for a few moments, only so he could visit the other male. Walking up to the door he then tapped his knuckles against the wood and waited for his former friend to appear.

Owen wasn’t quite sure what to say or do when he opened the door to his old friend. The last time they spoke it didn’t exactly end on good terms. “Isaac.” He stated before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. The male found himself wondering whether he’d heard the news about Jesse, or whether he knew it all along, after all he was part of the death eaters. 

[owen-jones]

oflaurenttwins:

@owen-jones

Pint of cider on the table in front of him, he looked up at his friend who seemed on a mission to be his wing-man for the night. This, with no indication that Jean wanted that at all. The blond shook his head, laughing, as Owen pointed out another woman a few tables over. “I thought we were just coming out for a drink?” He asked, raising a brow slightly but an amused smile playing on his lips.

A small laugh fell from the male’s mouth. “We are, I’m just saying she’s glanced at you a few times now.” He gave his friend a suggestive smirk before picking his cider up and bringing it to his lips. “Come on, isn’t it about time you get a girlfriend?” 

[owen-jones]

secretmarano:

Iris felt her heart swell in her chest as she watched Owen bend down and scoop the puppy up into his arms. She shook her head at herself - not being able to believe just how besotted she was with the male. As she watched him coo over the dog and listened to the whimpers that spilled from the tiny pup, Iris felt truly happy - it was something that she hadn’t felt for such a long time and she would honestly never tire of the feeling. The smile that laced her boyfriend’s features was probably one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, Merlin.. She was obsessed with him. Laughing lightly to herself, the raven haired beauty then took a step forward and gave the pup a gentle scratch behind the ears before moving to place her lips to Owen’s cheek, puckering she gave him a gentle kiss before moving away, shutting the door and skipping through into the kitchen where she had prepared a huge set up of all of the male’s favourite things, most of which happened to be homebaked goods. “I know it’s just us two, sorry - three..” She nodded to the pup. “..But I figured I may as well throw you a welcome home party.” Iris winked at the male. 

Owen fussed over the dog, bringing him close into his chest to give him a belly rub as Iris scratched behind his ears. The male couldn’t help the grin erupting on his face as he looked over at his girlfriend and then back to the dog feeling content with his life. There was things he’d like to change of course, the war being one of them but he wouldn’t change anything about their home life. He loved how both him and Iris could still have a laugh and a smile during such troubling times. The male continued to speak to the puppy as the witch placed a kiss on his cheek, his eyes briefly peering over at her with a smile before resting back on Nugget. He tilted his head smiling at her fondly. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble babe.” He told her as he followed her into the kitchen with the dog. Owen shook his head as he took in the spread. “Thank you.” He told her reaching over to kiss her again. “I love you.” 

[owen-jones]

secretmarano:

Iris pouted, peering toward her boyfriend - though a slight smile played at the corners of her lips. “But Owen..” She moaned, frowning childishly. “You’re the worst.” The raven haired young woman laughed lightly then shook her head as she placed the cigarette between her lips once again, inhaling deeply her eyes closed for a moment before she exhaled, savouring the relief she felt in that moment. She had the man she loved back, safe and sound, only with a few cuts and bruises but there was nothing too drastic, which she was thrilled about. “Come on, let’s go see our little nugget.” Iris smiled, flicking the tab end to the ground, she stood on it then skipped up the steps to their home. Opening the door, she led him inside. “Nugget! Daddy’s home” Her voice echoed through the house and was followed by a gentle pitter patter of tiny feet bounding toward them.

A laugh fell from the male’s lips as he shook his head smiling fondly at his girlfriend. “And you’re adorable.” He replied pulling her closer to place a kiss on her head as they walked forward, before letting a small gap fall between them again. The wizard slowly brought his cigarette to his parted lips taking one last drag before removing it from his chapped lips and throwing it to the ground. He followed the raven haired female excitedly. A grin made its way to his face as he watched the small puppy run towards them. He couldn’t believe how much he’d grown. “Hello baby. How’s my little boy?” He cooed to the dog crouching down to pick the dog up.  

[owen-jones]

secretmarano:

“Don’t be silly, he would never!” Iris exclaimed with a dramatic gasp before she allowed a laugh to fall past her lips. The raven haired young witch watched as Owen took a drag of the cigarette, her tongue running over her bottom lip as she did.. Merlin, she had missed him. “You’re welcome.” She winked before reaching to lace her fingers through his, gently holding his hand in hers she led him back toward their home. “Other reasons? I’m intrigued.” Iris said with a smirk lacing her lips. 

He laughed shaking his head fondly at her theatrics, she always managed to bring a smile to his face no matter how he was feeling. He looked down at their entwined hands, glad that he was home, that he was back with her. "Oh now that would just be telling. Some things need to remain a secret otherwise you'll use those reasons against me." He teased smirking at her.

[owen-jones]

oflucejones:

“Owen?”Lucy questioned apprehensively seeing his head dipped down, it was only as she saw his tears that she rushed over to him. “Big Brother, what happened?” She questioned pulling him into a hug as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

The male looked up as he heard his sister’s voice. He shook his head worried the words would get stuck in his throat. “S-She’s dead Luce.” He stuttered through tears as he returned her embrace needing the comfort.