#blazefleming

[edgar-black]

Text: Edgar? My phone just got service. Are you okay?

Text: Yeah. I’m alright. I’m in my dad’s basement. What about you? [not received]

[asher-leos-blog]

Asher, I know we didn't talk much later, but I'm so happy I met you. You were always so happy and you always had a smile on your face and a brownie to share, and silly little joked like Fire. I really am thankful that I got to know you, and I hope that wherever you go you won't forget us here in Mayfield, because I know we won't forget you. I'll miss you, Ash.

Thank you for your words, Blaze.

[edgar-black]

I Want To Save You {Bledgar}

Haze. Everything was a dark and blurry haze as Edgar's mind swam back into consciousness. With the steady thumping in his head, his initial assumption was that he was being woken up by an early hangover. However, just as he was going to wipe what he thought to be sweat from his brow, he felt a tug against his wrists. Something was holding him in place and he couldn't yet tell what.

Groaning softly, he moved his head from where it had been leaning against his shoulder. It was after he had done that, that he realized he wasn't even in his home as he had planned to be. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to remember what had happened to him after he had left Esther and Blaze to talk.

Breathing deeply, he tried to muddle through his memories but all he could manage was his drive to his apartment and stepping out of his car before going around to its trunk to pull out some cases of paperwork. Unfortunately, that was all.

Grunting, he attempted to use his magic to release himself but for reasons beyond his knowledge, he couldn't manage it. Moaning softly in both pain and desperation, he searched the room again and that was the moment a door slammed shut from behind him.

Stilling, he tried to pretend he hadn't awoken yet as the heavy steps resounded behind him. The cheery, deep voice that called out not even a minute later let him know he had done a poor job of it.

"Hey there, buddy! Didn't think you'd be awake so early. Guess I'm going to get to calling the girlfriend sooner than expected," the voice spoke out as it moved closer, leaning in towards Edgar from over his shoulder, coming into view with a wide smile.

"You're disgusting you know that? Dating a sweet, human girl like that just so you can corrupt her body with your filth." The way he spoke made the trash he was spilling from his lips sound so casual but they cut. They cut Edgar where the hunter needed it to. Pulling away, he pressed the buttons on Edgar's phone screen and set it on speaker phone, letting it ring out in the abandoned, rotted cabin deep in the woods as he waited for Blaze to pick up.

As it rang, the hunter ruffled his hand playfully through Edgar's hair - impatiently waiting to begin teaching his lesson.

[esther-gallahan]

FMK: Blaze, Joe & Andy

Why does this always- Anyways.

Fuck: Andy

Marry: Blaze

Kill: Joe

Sorry Joe!

[edgar-black]

When are you going to deflower your girl?

When? When the times right?

[thomas-keller]

What's the worst thing you've done since moving here?

Ethically speaking, probably almost kill Blaze while feeding.

… Shit. Ah, not speaking ethically probably the fights I have gotten in with Delilah.

[edgar-black]

Eyes, Mouth, Windpipe, Cheeks, Hands, Heart, Chest, Stomach, Back, Hips, Ankles

Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?

At the moment, it’s probably Luther. Not many people know about it since it doesn’t air in the US, I think, but I like it.

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

Blaze, obviously.

Windpipe: Do you sing?

Occasionally. It’s only a hobby and often times occurs in the shower or when I’m cleaning my apartment.

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?

I do not. But if I did, I don’t think it would be very noticeable.

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?

Hardly.

Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?

I’m not sure if I’m in love but I am very attracted to Blaze. I don’t usually get into relationships unless I can see love happening in the future.

Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

It depends on the situation but overall no. I don’t think so.

Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?

There are some things I wouldn’t mind fixing but I’m okay with the way I look overall. So yes.

Back: Are you a virgin?

I am not.

Hips: Do you like to dance?

Do I like to? Hmm… Sometimes.

Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?

I have not. Thankfully.

[edgar-black]

Friday I’m In Love || Bledgar

Edgar finished up getting ready by slipping on his dark dress shoes. Since he could remember, he had always been the kind to dress as if he were going to an important interview. Really, he blamed that trait on his mother before her death. Always putting him in the "cutest" outfits. In fact, he looked professional even in his babies photos. Ridiculous, really but Edgar didn't mind it so much since it had helped his style of today. Throwing on his grey blazer over a white v-necked shirt, he grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out to pick up Blaze for their date.

While driving over, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music playing through his stereo since he felt the bubbling excitement of the upcoming date building in the pit of his stomach. With a smile stuck onto his face, he pulled up to Blaze's house and quickly stepped out of the car. When he reached her door, he knocked three times. While he waited, he couldn't help checking to make sure his breath wasn't reeking something terrible and after making sure that it didn't. He returned to an easy smile while he waited for Blaze to answer him.