#foxballad

[tinkrbell]

"again." jacks says, loosening his grasp on her wrist and resetting his stance. he told himself he wouldn't go back, told himself he'd train her for one night and then let her take care of herself. but evangeline did terribly, jacks was a true sadist, and so here they were, sparring again under the audience of the stars. "we don't have all night, princess." / @foxballad

[broknheart-archived]

@foxballad sent: "now you're hurt, and it's all my fault."

"don't be so vain." a knife to his back was nothing regardless if it had his blood seeping through every garment he wore. it was more than nothing when he considered that it could have been evangeline had he not intervened. jacks winces, stumbling forward and towards the loveseat. he just needed to rest. he'd be fine after he closed his eyes. "just... give me a few hours. i'll be good as new."

[rh4egar]

the heir avoids his peers like the plague ⸻ the confrontation with lord voldemort, his other self, haunts him still; knees pulled up to his chest as rhaegar leaned against the winged mountain —– large, serpentine tail corralling him so affectionately, so protectively. not a duel between two powerful wizards / more two vicious monsters trying to test the limits of each other's immortality. ( betrayal, rage, hatred —– all released upon the other ) what were they but a two - headed snake feasting on itself. and the DA, who he foolishly called his friends, saw. they saw gaunt for what, or who, he truly was. and like vermin exposed to sunlight, he fought hard the urge to scurry off and hide. a losing battle.

a soft hiss left trenchant maw; crowned head lifting from a winged claw when eva approached. the urge to hide; to not be seen, caused the emerald beast to position herself between wizard and witch. an impenetrable wall of sharp scales. slitted ruby eyes watch eva intensely, not unlike a parody of a rugged guard dog.

until —– the she-dragon returned to her comfortable position, leaving an opening for the witch to come closer. even if rhaegar could not possibly fathom why she would. ❝ if i had told you who i truly was —– ❞ tom marvolo riddle. ❝ would you have believed me? ❞ he might change his name, burry the past beneath wool's moldy floorboards, but his roots remain rotten.

@foxballad PLOTTED.

[slytherintragedy]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝“Okay, i know that i am banned from kissing you but i have to do this. You can tease me all you want after that.” Evangeline was standing at Theo’s door room and she approaches him. “This is for the kitten paws badges.” Evangeline kisses his cheek. “And this for the little foxes plushies.” She says and kisses him on the lips.❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Evangeline }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @foxballad ❫

Eyebrows furrowing as Eva approached him, even more so at her words. ❝You know I have this strange feeling that you are about to break the kissing ban that's in place.❞ Theo stated candidly, snickering moments later. The fact she was already breaking the ban was highly amusing but highly concerning at the same time. Although when the Gryffindor kissed his cheek, the Slytherin couldn't help but to chuckle. So, maybe kissing the cheek shouldn't be considered banned because that was normal for friends, right? ❝Oh, well it was nothing. Everyone who wanted them deserved to be able to have them.❞ The male voiced before his eyes widened when the female kissed him on the lips, now that definitely was breaking the ban on kissing. ❝Holy fucking smokes Evangeline Fox, you are so in love with me. I knew it but for what it's worth, I'm glad that you liked the foxes. Although if I'm getting kissed for custom designed plushies, I can't help but to wonder does all your thank-yous come with little actions like this or am I just special enough to receive something like this?❞

[broknheart-archived]

continued from here / @foxballad

when he left evangeline that night, he vowed that it would be the last time he'd see her. leaving his dagger for her was a parting gift, a reassurance for him. he'd done everything he could to keep her safe, and allowing himself to be as close as he had been had become far too risky. he convinced himself it had nothing to do with evangeline not remembering him or her words that burned and tore his beating heart to crisp. he had to let her go to keep her safe. she was safe as a princess.

but ... one last look wouldn't hurt. only a small peek. "you've got to be kidding me." jacks growls, eyes blazing with murderous rage as he takes in the scene. he steps through the balcony, treads over the wreckage, and strides towards the assailant. before the assailant could slam the dagger into evangeline's heart, jacks ruthlessly grabs the assailant by the neck and yanks him away from evangeline. he catches a glimpse of evangeline, battered and bloodied, and his eyes flash molten silver. he slams the assailant into the wall, disarms the man, and brings the blade to his throat. "—and i really want you dead." jacks draws the blade back and pierces the assailant in the heart.

blood trickles down from the man's body to jacks's hand, and he twists the dagger for good measure before dropping it to the ground. jacks turns to evangeline, his nostrils still flaring and his breath still heavy. he drops to his knees in front of evangeline. his expression is hard as he stares down at her bleeding arm, and he makes a point not to look her in the eyes. jacks extends his hand out. "give me your arm."

[broknheart-archived]

@foxballad sent: "it's hard to deny how you make me feel."

dimpled cheeks and a boyish grin appear on his face. he hooks an arm around her waist and draws evangeline closer. their noses brush, but he doesn't dare move an inch closer. tortuously teasing. "then stop denying it, little fox."

[heiangod]

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch other people's things?"

      𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄. a low sound thrums at the back of his throat, abruptly shutting the book which didn’t belong to him hardened covers and dry parchment clasped with a hollow echo. how satisfying. ❛ my mother ? ❞ repeating it, that word tastes foreign upon his tongue. numb sensations linger, ❛ i was left to fend for myself long before i could even speak. ❞ grip tightened, not from bitterness, but from certainty. he relays only the truth, and does so without expecting sympathy. ❛ ill-manners aside, what might you do if i refuse to give this back ? is it worth anything to you, or has material possession enslaved you like all the rest ? ❞ he delighted in the repercussions, but seemed 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃 enough to withhold an abrasive approach. @foxballad didn't appear combative, but that was assumption based on appearance alone.

[villain-he]

Evangeline is supposed to annoy him, but the only way she knows to do it on purpose is to flick someone’s forehead. So that’s what she does with him. / hello! I hope this is okay hausha

The goddess is stunned a moment. who would just come up and flick someone's forehead. they reached up to cradle their forehead tenderly. there's a moment where that brain of his get goin’ firing on all cylinders as they decide what route would be most fun taken. two big ol’ rubies start to waterin’, lower lip just start a’wobblin’ to match. how pitiful. how terrible. look how big those sad eyes of his get! it's awful.

❝ but - but - but what did I do to deserve that ? ❞ just look at the little kicked puppy whimper and wipe away those fat, heavy crocodile tears spillin’ from they eye.