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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

The day after she’d been double-teamed by Matthew and Malcolm, Paige was sitting in her room sketching when she felt a wave of emotions start to overtake her. She refused to let herself cry and wallow. So instead, she dressed in her training clothes quickly and started out for the sparring room. If she couldn’t cry, she needed to get those emotions out some other way. As she entered the sparring room, she was glad to find that it was empty.

Paige went to one of the supplies bins, pulling out one pair of sparring gloves and putting them on before finding her place in front of one of the dummies. For a little while, she just stared at the dummy. In her mind, the inanimate face before her began to morph into some mixture between Matthew and Malcolm. The girl remembered every moment of the previous day and used it to fuel her rage.

Then she was off. Hard fist after hard fist fired into the face, chest, and abdomen of the dummy before her. A film of sweat formed on her forehead, wetting her brunette hair which was tied in a loose ponytail. She punched and punched and punched for close to an hour, grunting and breathing heavily, but never stopping. She did everything to that dummy that she wanted to do to Matthew - that she wanted to do to Malcolm.

That is, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quickly, Paige whipped around, ready to defend herself if need be. But there was no threat, that was apparent. The girl exhaled, chest heaving with her shallow pants, “Xander. Don’t sn-sneak up on m-me like that...”

#p:xander #down but not out

A Pain So Deep || Xana

She was in so much pain, each and every step excruciating as she kept her eyes low and navigated the hallways. Lana made her way to her room, taking from it a sewing kit and a bottle of liquor before scribbling a note on a piece of paper and taking that with her. She closed her suite door behind her, making her way as quickly as she could to Xander’s room.

She didn’t wish to make a scene, didn’t wish to break down in tears with him in the hall with her. So when she made it to Xander’s doorway, she simply slipped the piece of paper beneath his door before carrying on her way to their room in the back of the library. She hadn’t removed anything. There were still nails through her hands, clamps tightly on her nipples beneath her shirt, a needle in her arm...

The note she’d left for Xander simple said:

I need you. Come to the library. - Lana

Once she arrived in the small breakroom, Lana closed the door behind her and slumped onto the couch. Her mind felt as if it were racing and numb all at once. She twisted off the cap to the liquor she’d brought for sterilization purposes, placing the bottle to her lips and practically chugging the stinging liquid. Anything to get the taste of that bastard out of her mouth. Anything to forget.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps outside the door. Lana looked up to the small television screen which showed the security footage from outside the room. Sure enough, Xander was quickly approaching the room. With no energy to stand from her seat, she called out to him, “Come in. It’s unlocked.”

#p:xander #a pain so deep

Somebody that I Used to Know || Xander & Paige

Her reputation at Radley was clear and she was sure it would be set in stone the entire time she walked within its walls. The staff all knew her well, and the patients each year would certainly learn who she was. She was the tramp - the slut - the whore. But more than that, she was now a curse as well. And anyone close to her was sure to die a painful, undue death.

She’d heard it all already, but this was the first time since she’d returned from the island that she’d been cornered. Paige was in the training room, simply sparring with a training dummy. She had hoped she would run into Charles, but this was one of those rare moments that he was nowhere to be found. She’d hoped to make things well with him, mend the bridge, apologize for how she’d turned him away.

But instead, she was approached by a group of patients. They taunted her, jeering that she didn’t belong her, that she should just kill herself and do everyone a favor. There was one boy in particular, who seemed to be at least a year older than her. He towered over her, and as they all spoke, she found her eyes wandering to his lips.

“You’re gonna be alone forever anyways, might as well just off yerself. No one even wants to talk to you, too afraid they’ll suffer like the ghost did!”

Paige normally would either run away from them or kick each of them in the gut. But they had her backed into a corner helplessly and the commotion of them all speaking at once and the terrible things they were all saying had her panicking quite frankly. Her breathing was staggered as she stammered, “J-Just leave me al-alone...”

#p:xander #somebody that i used to know

Stranger Danger || Xana

This was it. A career with the CIA started her career with one of the most twisted operations Lana had ever been made aware of. And that was saying something, because she’d seen some pretty twisted shit. But this was her life now, at least for a while. She would need to make herself into a criminal in order to bring down the higher-level criminals. Ironic as that may have been, she was ready to do it. But that didn’t calm her nerves.

Lana Brand was a good person at heart.

But for the next... god only knew how long, she would have to be some heartless kidnapper. She would have to find a hopeless victim from off the streets in order to prove herself to Michalla Attwood, Queen Bitch. Any person in their right mind would have been nervous going into this, would have faced the possibility of getting caught and tortured or killed by only the world’s finest torture artists with shaking hands.

So as she sat in the old diner in St. George, Utah, that’s exactly what her hands did. Her skinny digits shook unsteadily and anxiously around her coffee mug. So to hide the nervous gestures, Lana took a few packets of sugar and emptied them into the black nectar, stirring them in. She was careful not to scrape the spoon on the inside of the cup.

The woman felt a presence approach beside her after a few short moments, though. And she looked over casually glancing at the long-haired, jagged-edged boy who took a seat at the cafe bar-stool beside her. He looked tired and worn-thin. And she recognized the fading yellowish bruises on his neck in the shape of fingers. Lana sighed, though she didn’t mean for it to be so apparent.

“You doin’ alright, kid?”

#stranger danger #p:xander

The awakening || Xander & Ryley

It was dark outside. It had been a week already since the evenings had become darker and darker. The air colder yet no snow had showed. Yet. Ryley hated that weather. It wasn´t for her kind. She hated the idea of wearing more clothes than needed. Yet the shivers and goosebumps on her skin did not allow her to ditch the idea of summer dresses.

Standing infront of her mirror, Ryley turned her back to it, to look into her imprinted back. It was a tattoo, or so people thought. Her wings, gently tucked into her skin, like a trace of ink on paper. Her eyes watched her back gently as her wings spread out, for a few seconds only. She never risked for any time longer. Her secret had to be kept safe. As the glittering wings folded back into her skin, the girl quickly pulled a tight top over her body. She needed to get out of her room. Simply watchiong herself of what could be happening wasn´t doing much anymore. Grabbing her leather jacket, the girl left her room.

She let her feet take her to a place where she had not yet been. A bar it seemed, but Ryley did not pay attention to the name of it. She wanted a drink and that was what she was going to get. Sitting down by the bar, the girl flicked at the bartender. " Burbon. Double. "

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Such an idiot | Tommy & Xander

Tommy smashed his fist through the glass of one of Amelia's windows, jumping out and rolling off the roof. He gasped for air as he tumbled to the ground, his body making not very nice cracking sounds as it collided with the hard ground. A mere seconds after hitting the floor, everything went black and he fell into the darkness once again.

#p:xander #such an idiot

Valentines Always Did Love Surprises || Evander

Evie had sent Xander a text earlier in the day saying she wouldn't be home until midnight but in fact this was a lie. Evie had begged her boss to allow her to take the afternoon off so she could prepare her surprise. She knew he wouldn't be in the house on his own so she headed home, taking a different route in a bid to avoid him on his travels. She unlocked the door and sped inside and ran around frantically to get everything ready for the surprise. On the table, she put out a tray with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and fresh strawberries. And on herself, she wore a little black dress that was tight on her top half and flowed, only slightly, down her leg. She sat in the living room, waiting for him. She refused to say she was home and ask him to come home and instead texted him to say there was a surprise present in the house which she'll explain when she does get home - a ploy to make it seem she was really at work.

#valentines always did love surprises #p:xander

Birds of a feather || Lillyana and Xander

The journey from the Vale to King’s Landing had been slow. Lillyana hadn’t wanted to leave the Eyrie, despite all her mother’s assurances it was for her own safety. She had done her best to delay their departure, and then she had ridden slowly, often going off the road to look at something or other that had caught her attention. Whether she did it on purpose or not was unclear, but either way it made the rest of the party impatient and their progress languid. It would have been slower than her escort would have liked anyway—Lillyana was an uncomfortable rider. She knew how to ride, of course (it wouldn’t do for a lady as highly born as an Arryn not to know), but she spent most of her time in the Eyrie and was more at home with mules than horses, even the gentle grey mare that had been chosen for her.

But as they neared King’s Landing, even Lillyana increased her pace a little, eager to see her brother if not the city and all that would come with it. “They eat pigeons,” she said as she went through the gates. The conversation had been a banal one about the different stages of building that could be seen in the city walls, so Lillyana’s pronouncement seemed to be vastly off-topic and caused a subtle, uncomfortable ripple in her companions, who fell silent. Lillyana didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze was vague as they made their way through the streets towards the richer part of the city. She looked around but didn’t seem to pay much attention to anything, though she did flinch a little when one man stepped too close to her for her liking.

#para #birds of a feather #p:Xander