And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired, Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'til you tired, So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide, looking to find A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people, I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life? Like what the hell am I doing right?
Crash Azkaban Guard
[Summer of 2031]
”Well... s**t... I think we're done,” Crash stood back to admire their handiwork; honestly, he imagined it would've taken longer but the furniture consisted of bare necessities and that was easily levitated around the house trying to arrange everything. Most of the decorative decisions had been Alex's, considering his only input was usually, “too much color,” “not enough gray,” had made decorating relatively simple. And it was a small flat, just one bedroom, but it was more space than he was ever used to owning. ”So, Alex, how do you feel finally living on your own?” He teased with that American accent. ”S'pretty nice, huh?” It was certainly better than staying at her parent's house, anyway. Or the Hogs Head, where he'd been renting out a room for months while working late nights at Azkaban. Snaking his arms around her waist, he guided her back closer against his chest for a tight hug. ”Sooo...” he was practically smiling in her ear, ”What do you wanna do now?” As much as Crash wanted 'sexy time,' he was still pretty exhausted from being held at work the night before, and having to haul furniture and boxes inside the flat and away from muggle eyes. ”Don't worry, I'm tired too,” he admitted jokingly, hoping to avoid any annoyed groans (y'know, just in case.) ”Wanna relax?” Crash offered, planting a kiss on the side of her head before separating himself to pry open the refrigerator door, then blinked. ”Right, no food yet... Should probably go shopping later.” And that'll be weird in its own right, as if this wasn't already. He just wasn't used to this, to any of this. To having a stable relationship, an actual paying job (still!), and a ******** flat to call his own. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear he'd wake up one morning back in Wool's Orphanage and had just dreamt the entire thing. But even if he did; it was worth it. (Because he got laid. Multiple times. And not by his right hand. Cha-Ching.)
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Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary, Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on c _ _ _ _ _ _
kiska166
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 6:08 pm
After hanging one last painting on the wall above their bed, Alexandria hopped down from the sheets and stepped into the doorway to admire the bedroom before turning around to marvel at the rest of the apartment. Perfect! The feng shui aligned with the furniture. Her black and white paintings decorated the dark walls, and although there wasn’t as much colour as she would’ve hoped for (nothing too bright, just some deep purples and reds maybe), a dark home was expected if she was going to live with Crash. “Nice doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she commented. Finally, Alex had a place of her own. No annoying roommates who “accidentally” got into her things, no parents to yell at her for leaving her belongings out, and no siblings to fight with. The only thing missing was her dog, but the building had a strict rule on large pets, so she had no choice but to leave Bandit behind at her parents’ house.
Alexandria instinctively snaked her arms around Crash’s neck as he did so around her back and pulled her in for a hug. It was almost as if he could sense that she assumed he wanted some ‘sexy time’ as he saved himself from hearing her reject it by claiming he was tired, too. Brown eyes watched Crash as he made his way to the fridge. Somehow, the idea of the two of them shopping on empty bellies didn’t sound very appealing. “Actually, instead of relaxing, we should probably go shopping now.” Alexandria grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter before making her way over to the shoe closet. Luckily, the closest grocery store was only a couple of blocks away – all they had to do was cross the street, turn right, turn left, and continue walking until the saw it. It might’ve been more walking than either of them were prepared to do, but what else could they have done? It’s not like they could fly on their brooms in plain sight of muggles.
You are beautiful like a dream come alive, .................................................................incredible.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
A centerfold, miracle, lyrical,.................................. you saved my life again.
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired, Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'til you tired, So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide, looking to find A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people, I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life? Like what the hell am I doing right?
Crash Azkaban Guard
[Summer of 2031]
A sly little laugh whistled in her ear, and he found himself suddenly curious of what she was thinking. Was it him? Or was it home? Wriggling his nose at the thought, he blinked down at the gorgeous brunette wrapped in his arms and entertained himself with his birds eye view. ”No, but it can be a start,” he was surprised she didn't have more to say, to be honest; the house was almost too quiet without her voice to fill the room. He figured he'd be used to an empty house by now, now Crash was imagining what he'd do when Alex found herself a job and he'd actually be home alone, the thought was unsettling. How many hours of sitting on his a** will he be able to stand before he runs out and finds something to entertain himself with?
By the time he reached the kitchen and it was decided that they'd be shopping, he turned around to holler as Alex bounced to the closet, ”Grab your sneakers!” Crash decided, right then and there, that he would make good on that promise (threat?) of teaching Alex how to skate. Seizing the wooden deck by the cold metal of its trucks, he swung the skateboard at his side and stood at the doorway, waiting. He didn't really expect her to skate the entire way there, but it'd be damn funny to watch her try. ”Know what I miss the most about America?...The food... One of these days, we'll have to take a vacation so I can show you why America's so great.” He was only sort of joking, but he was serious about the vacation part. He was feeling a little homesick; driving on the right side of the road, saying 'sneakers' instead of trainers' and 'cigarette' instead of 'f**', that was a hard one to get used to.
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Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary, Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on c _ _ _ _ _ _
kiska166
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 2:46 pm
╔═════════════════════════════════╗ Alexandria Quimby-Scott Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Two - Pureblood - All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop ╚═════════════════════════════════╝
Alexandria fumbled with the key for a moment before it finally slipped into the door’s keyhole. Upon unlocking it and staggering in, she threw off her shoes. She knew if she was sober enough to feel the pain, her feet would’ve been absolutely killing her by now. Instead, she felt a little numb, inside and out. What made it worse was that she actually beat Crash home. Instead of antagonizing him by making him wonder where she was, what she was doing and with who, she started wondering all of those things. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she wasn’t going to bed. Not until he came home. As much as she didn’t want to see his stupid face, she did want to sleep with warm cuddles, but only after she got all her feelings out of her system.
And she was the one annoying him with her “moodiness”? Ha! He was the one annoying the hell out of her! Walking over to the kitchen, Alexandria swung the fridge open and grabbed a juice box, which she ended up finishing in about thirty seconds. Alcohol sure made her thirsty. Opening the cupboard underneath the sink revealed the overflowing trash can, to which Alex rolled her eyes and let out a groan. She told Crash to take out the trash today before she left for work and he didn’t. In fact, it looked as though more was piled into it somehow. He never listened and she was the issue. That made total sense. Walking back over to the fridge, Alex opened the freezer and pulled out a pizza pocket to stick into the microwave. In approximately two minutes, she’d have a delicious pizza to kill her hunger and maybe fill the emptiness she felt inside.
Can't keep my hands to myself no matter how hard I'm trying to ...........................I want you all to myself; you're metaphorical gin and juice
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
So come on, give me a taste of what it's like you be next to you Can't keep my hands to myself; I mean I could but why would I want to?..............
”Ow! Gotdayumit, ********> Tripping over a pair of heels and adopting a country accent, he rolled his ankle awkwardly before catching himself on the wall. ”Y'all tryna kill me with these damn things!” He shouted, knowing full and well that Alex would hear him, so long as she wasn't passed out in bed.
To be honest, he didn't even know why he was so annoyed. It was as if walking through that doorway had triggered every bit of ire in him, but he didn't know why. (Well that was a lie, he had his suspicions.) Something had to be wrong with Alex but whatever it was, she refused to acknowledge it on the few occasions he tried to broach the subject. It usually always seemed to worsen after coming back from vacation. Her being moody made him moody. And it felt like they were always walking on eggshells. But why? Unfortunately, the only time he ever seems to wonder this is usually overshadowed by an inane fear of losing her. Thus the cycle continues.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 10:58 pm
╔═════════════════════════════════╗ Alexandria Quimby-Scott Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Two - Pureblood - All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop ╚═════════════════════════════════╝
Sitting in silence and solitude in the kitchen, Alexandria chewed on her pizza pocket, nearly burning her tongue in the process. The silence rang in her ears, making her quite aware that she felt lonely and all she wanted was her boyfriend and to have someone to cuddle and hold. But she also didn’t want to see his face. It’d only aggravate her. Lately, they’ve had so many problems and fights about anything and everything. Sure, couples fought sometimes, but this often? Even drunken Alex knew it wasn’t normal. Then again, maybe it was normal for their personality types.
The brunette was sure none of their friends fought as much as Alex and Crash. Take Ronna and Toby for instance. They’ve dated longer and moved forward with their relationship a lot more than them and yet, they probably haven’t experienced half as many arguments. Maybe their secret was that they actually did take their relationship to the next level, and the next one after that. Meanwhile, Alex felt as though she was stuck in a dead end relationship that hadn’t moved anywhere in a while. The last big step they took was moving in together, but it sure felt like that was going to be the last one ever. Did Crash love her as much as she loved him? Did he want to marry her and have a family or did he want to chase ghosts and ghouls forever and come home, relax with a beer and then shag before passing out for the night? If there was one thing they didn’t fight about, it was the sex. That was probably the only aspect of their relationship that was going well.
Upon finishing her pizza pocket, she placed the plate in the sink – which was stacked with dirty dishes – before stumbling to the bathroom to wash off her partly smudged make up. That’s when Crash’s voice echoed through their home. After turning the tap off and drying her face, she walked out of the bathroom and glared at her boyfriend once her eyes fell on him. She couldn’t help glaring; she didn’t even realize she was doing it. But goddammit, what did he even want with her? “Maybe I am,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. The loneliness that she felt a measly ten minutes ago disappeared and she wanted Crash to shut up and go away. Although a part of her still wondered what he did tonight. And with who. And why he came home so goddamn late.
She wasn’t going to ask, though. She was too stubborn. She’d let him cave first and ask her. For all he knew, she could’ve been with a guy. Dancing, flirting, getting free drinks. But for all she knew, he could’ve been with a girl. Hitting on her, getting a phone number, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Alex’s eyes teared up and before she knew it, she was crying. The brunette quickly turned away from Crash and ran into the bedroom, slammed the door and dived onto the bed to sob into her pillow.
Can't keep my hands to myself no matter how hard I'm trying to ...........................I want you all to myself; you're metaphorical gin and juice
((OOC: sorry about the super late reply! sweatdrop))
So come on, give me a taste of what it's like you be next to you Can't keep my hands to myself; I mean I could but why would I want to?..............
He kicked a heel half across the room, what else should he have done? It rolled under the couch and disappeared. She'll be looking for them later, probably in angry flourish. Probably rip the house apart, too. With half a mind to retrieve her shoe, Alex popped her head out from the bathroom before he could and she was just as sour as when he last her. Lovely. ”Well an ace ******** job there,” he said then barely had enough time to think '******** those shoes, she can get them herself' before Alex turned tail and slammed the door. Oh, dammit, was she crying in there?
Fingers against his temple, he could feel the blood rushing and the headache pounding. He knew what she was doing in there; it wasn't the first time. But it didn't make sense for it to be happening now, right? It's not that time of the month already, is it? He needed to go in there, he knew that.
But he waited. Not long. Only long enough to stumble in the kitchen for Advil and a glass of water to swig it down. (Funny how even with all the magic in the world, nothing cures the hell of a hangover like muggle medicine can.) He ought to give her some space; it's what he normally does. Just walk away; pretend not to hear. It was easier that way. Crash didn't know how to deal with the tears of a woman; how to console; or even how to have a heart-to-heart. Growing up the way he had; it doesn't teach you much about 'social customs' or 'civility.' But ********. He couldn't keep ignoring this. Ignoring her pain. Whatever it was.
He knocked lightly at first to signal his arrival then peeked through the cracked door; gravity multiplied. A weight hung his shoulders down heavy and knocked his breath out. Her stifled cries in the pillow tugged at his heartstrings; made worse by the fact it was two girls sobbing on the bed. He was still seeing double. ”Alex,” he said softly, ”C'mon, please don't cry.” The mattress shifted beneath his weight once he crossed the room to join her. ”I..I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry,” he said, grasping at straws. Who knew why she was crying? You never can tell with women; it might not have even been his fault! Still, he rubbed a comforting hand up and down her back hoping to soothe the muscles racked by tears. Somehow, being drunk made it easier to talk. ”Babe, please, talk to me. What's wrong? Did something happen while you were gone? Is it me? Is it something I did? Alex, you have to talk to me.” God, what if she says it's all his fault? Hell, maybe she's right. But that didn't mean he was ready to face the truth. (A vague passive aggressive lashing doesn't sound too bad right about now.) But he was here, doing his best. He would take her in his arms and hold her if he wasn't scared it'd push her over the edge to start yelling. If only he knew what was wrong this time.
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kiska166
Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:54 pm
╔═════════════════════════════════╗ Alexandria Quimby-Scott Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Two - Pureblood - All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop ╚═════════════════════════════════╝
Alexandria didn’t really understand why she was crying this hard. Even when she was upset, she ignored her will to cry in front of Crash. It made her feel vulnerable for him to see her this way. Alcohol always brought it out, however, and lately, she’d been drinking more than usual. It helped her cope with her feelings and even made her feel emotionally numb occasionally. For better or for worse, she didn’t feel numb at all right now. Her heart ached, her head pounded, and nothing was going right. For a while, Alex has been questioning every decision she made about Crash and their relationship and whether or not he wanted to move forward with her. Uncontrollable sobs escaped in between every breath she took but were muffled by the pillow that she was pressing her face into.
Alex didn’t want Crash to hear her crying. At least he’d have a reasonable excuse not to come in and try to make her feel better. She was afraid that if he heard, he would ignore her and that would make her feel more worthless than she already did. Alex already had her suspicions that he ignored her in the past, but she never brought those issues up with him. It was easier for her to pretend she didn’t cry herself to sleep the night before and that she was stronger than she was. She didn’t talk to anyone about it – she wouldn’t talk about her feelings – so why not lie to herself just like she lied to the rest of the world? This went on too long, however. Alex was at the point of breaking down constantly while attempting to drink away her pain and she didn’t know how much longer she could handle it. Waking up tired and hungover only worsened her mood and made her more irritable, she’d take it out on Crash, they’d fight and she’d end up drunk again. The vicious cycle didn’t seem like it was going to end anytime soon unless Alex left. She was sure her family would let her move back home, but she didn’t want to face them. She didn’t want to tell them she wasn’t happy, she didn’t want them to know something was wrong, and she didn’t want to leave Crash. She loved him even with all of this bullshit.
Honestly, she didn’t even think she could leave him. Not without a real fight although she doubted he wanted to fight for her. That was until she heard a knock. Was that coming from the door? It echoed around the room and through her ears. God, she had too much to drink. Alexandria continued to sob into the pillow as her boyfriend made his way to the bed and rubbed her back. She didn’t want to talk. Well, she did. She wanted him to know what was going on through her mind, but she couldn’t find the words to describe her thoughts or the voice to articulate them. So, she cried. It seemed to be the only way she could express herself. Say something! she commanded herself, but that only left her feeling frustrated. Crash wasn’t a mind reader – not even close. They’ve had plenty of arguments about that exact topic and how he couldn’t know what she was thinking unless she told him. Even if they didn’t fight about that, she still knew he couldn’t read her mind. Yet, she still found it difficult to talk.
As Alex cried, she had been trying to round up enough courage to tell him how she felt. It was now or never. Luckily, alcohol did make it easier to talk and she had to take advantage of it. Lifting her head off of the pillow, the brunette turned her head to the side where Crash was, only seeing part of his silhouette due to the light peering in from the open door. “What do you want with us?” she sputtered out in between sobs, not quite knowing how to word her question. Hopefully, Crash would understand her drunk talk.
Can't keep my hands to myself no matter how hard I'm trying to ...........................I want you all to myself; you're metaphorical gin and juice
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
So come on, give me a taste of what it's like you be next to you Can't keep my hands to myself; I mean I could but why would I want to?..............
That morning was just like any morning. He was up a few minutes before the alarm clock, tiptoed to not wake Alex as he showered, dressed, and brushed his teeth. Breakfast that morning was toast. And even though she was asleep, he was always sure to press a goodbye kiss against her forehead before leaving for work. Except that morning, he didn't go to work. Crash had already alerted his superior that he would need the day off. For personal reasons, he eventually explained to his boss. Because this particular day, he was going to need all of the preparation he could get.
So he visited the coffee shop and indulged on baked and fried sweets alike. (But ********, nothing's quite the same as having a doughnut from America. Oh well.) Several hours later, he was at the park, listening to music on his cellphone and skating down the sidewalk. Then he apparated to a quaint little beach a couple of hours away in Bristol, to sit in the sand and relax. And when all was said and done, he was home early, waiting for Alex to get back All or Nothing.
And he was ready. Or at least, as ready as he was going to be. He was sober, which was an absolute necessity for this conversation. He had spent the entire day rehearsing everything that might be said. At the root of it all, Crash believed this could go one of two ways: one) they'd break up, or two) well.. he's still not sure yet. What would even be the next step after this? Marriage? Kids? (Hopefully just a puppy?) Whatever it was, he did want it. He was just.. afraid. What if he buggers it all up? What if he ends up like his dad? A coward who runs and bails out when life gets hard. Or his mother? Who crumbled under the pressure and clung to an addiction as if it were life itself? No. No he didn't want that. But it was all he could think about as he sat on the back porch with a cigarette pressed against his lips, waiting. He couldn't hear the fumble of keys at the front door, or the lock as it unclicked with the door churning open. But he did hear it close. Crash snuffed the butt of his cigarette against the stone steps tossed the end into the nearby rubbish bin and moved inside to greet her. ”Alex. Hey, did you have a good day?” He was trying to be nonchalant, but it just felt awkward. ”I uh.. picked up dinner if you're hungry.. should still be warm.” Yeah, no. This felt ridiculously ******** awkward. Geez, has he even blinked once since he started talking to her? ”If... If you're not too tired from work I was hoping... thatwecouldtalk?”
╔══════════════════════════════════╗ Alexandria Quimby-Scott Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Three - Pureblood - All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop ╚══════════════════════════════════╝
When Alexandria originally applied at All or Nothing, she had the intention of learning to tattoo. Until this day, she was still just a piercer, which honestly, she preferred. The only reason why she wanted to learn to tattoo was so that she could mark her clients’ bodies with her art, but she really didn’t consider it as her art if she was just copying an already picked out design. Instead, she’s been piercing ears, noses, belly buttons, you name it and in her free time, she’s been sketching, painting and even designing a bunch of tattoo ideas for herself or for others who came by and looked through the shop’s idea booklet. The woman found more pride in doing that and seeing how much others fell in love with the designs she created.
Today was like any other day. Alex woke up after Crash had already left for work to sun shining through the blinds, popped a bagel into the toasted and jumped into the shower before putting her hair up – she didn’t want it to get in her face when she was making a hole in somebody’s body – and apparating to work last minute. If she had enough time, she would typically walk out the door. The neighbours become suspicious if they don’t see her very often, but she was Alex, and Alex was always running late. On the way back, she decided she’d make herself a little more apparent and apparate into a nearby alleyway before walking the rest of the way home.
Alexandria kicked off her shoes and threw her bag onto the chair after unlocking the door and letting it slam shut behind her. As if on cue, Crash stepped through the back patio doors. “Um, yeah, it wasn’t too busy today,” she responded, noticing the way he asked her about her day was rather unusual. At the mention of dinner, the woman eyed the to-go box that sat on the counter. “Thanks,” she said as she picked it up, feeling the warmth radiate from within the styrofoam. Without even looking at Crash, she could still feel his eyes on her. How odd, she thought, looking back up at him in time for him to sputter out if they could talk.
“Is this about me not cleaning out the drain after I washed my hair the other night? I already said I was sorry I forgot,” she said, defensively. Immediately, her mind began bouncing at other possibilities of why he wanted to talk – did she forget to wipe the counter after washing her face? Or maybe she left her clothes lying around on the couch and he had to clean up after her? Whatever the reason, Crash seemed really off. One conclusion jumped into her mind – one conclusion that she really wished wasn’t the reason he wanted to talk, but it was something he would do. When it came to his fight or flight instincts, he chose flight. Alex and Crash have been having problems for a while now, and maybe he decided it was time to run from them. How typical of him. Even Alex hadn’t given up on them yet, and there were plenty of times when she felt like doing so.
You don't know how to love me when you're sober ...........................When the bottle's done, you pull me closer
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You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober..............
She knows. Goddammit, she already knows. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, it would've beaded down his forehead but he put a stop to that with a quick swipe of his hand. Hopefully she didn't notice. Right now, he figured he had a 50/50 chance of Alex being too tired from work to put all of the pieces together. He wanted to get this off his chest, and sooner rather than later, preferably. But if that was the case... He should've let her finish eating first. Ugh, oh well. ”That's good,” he said, not that he believed it. He tried to offer a comforting smile, never mind how suspicious it really looked. So he swiped his hair out of his eyes and looked everywhere but at her. ”What? No! No, not that,” he said, shaking his hands. How did she jump to that? How did it ever get this bad? Back in Hogwarts, their biggest problem was not getting caught snogging by the prefects after hours. Now? It's hair clogging drains or sweaty socks on the floor. ”No.. just... look, I didn't really go to work today.” He admitted. If there was any place to start, might as well be there.
”I took the day off... I went to the park and the beach and had picnic under a tree; and I did a lot of thinking.” Crash held up a hand to quiet her because he knew she would have something to say. But he had to go through this first. ”I was thinking about us. About... how we've been and... how we don't really talk anymore. Not like we used too. Alex, are you unhappy? I..” he breathed short, and his words were just as slow, up until now. ”I feel like I've done something wrong, something to upset you, but I don't know what and I want to fix it but I just need to know how,” he said in one rushed breath. ”I want to make you happy. And I want us to stop fighting. And I know a lot of that is my fault too; I'm scared. I'm scared of what's supposed to come next. I'm scared I'll be just like my father. I'm scared I'm not good enough for you...But none of that really matters because I'm terrified of losing you. Just... tell me what I have to do to make us okay again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I won't run from our problems anymore... I promise.”
”Shhh shhhh shhh, it's okay,” Crash tried, but Penny was having none of it. She cried and cried, then he wanted to cry too. Her bottle didn't work, she didn't need changing and had just woken up from a nap, she wouldn't even look at his funny faces (and his monkey impression was getting damn good too.) These sobbing sessions were occurring less and less (thank you!) but Alex always seemed to have better luck than he did. What if his own baby just didn't like him? For a second there, his stomach knotted with nausea so bad he thought he might puke, then he burped. ”Okay babygirl, I think you're just being cranky for no reason, in hindsight, I ought to enjoy this while it lasts... Y'know... before you hit that cute little age where you start talking back.” Penny wailed in response. ”I know, you don't want to grow up to be a bratty little teenager, you want to stay da's little girl forever, don't you?” He knows he does.
So he continued pacing around the house, holding Penelope in a swaddled bundle in both arms against his chest and rocking her all the while. Alex was... somewhere. Where was she anyway? He couldn't hear the shower water anymore, but how long had it been off? Curious, he weaseled around the corner of the hallway and tried to peek through the bedroom doorway. ”Awwww, we missed it Penny, mummy's already dressed.” Crash stuck his tongue out and booed as he crossed into the bedroom. ”This loft is getting pretty small for the three of us. Especially if Sleeping Beauty here keeps it up. Maybe we should start looking for something else...?” He told Alex, and not once had the three month old stopped crying. There were few intermissions to catch breath into her tiny little lungs, but holy bloody Merlin, could she scream if she wanted to. Luckily, Penny was winding down to an exhausted choking sob. Maybe she was finally tiring herself out. ”Shhh, it's okay, mummy's here now, I know she's your favorite.” He told the baby, then wildly looked up at Alex mouthing the words 'Help me.'
[OOC: Sorry for not ever posting at the vacation thread—I was about to PM you and ask if I should post there or if/how to start a new scene but decided that might take a while so I went with what we talked about in PM and started the scene with the baby. If you want me to change anything let me know!]
╔══════════════════════════════════╗ Alexandria Quimby-Scott Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Five - Pureblood - All or Nothing Ink and Board Shop ╚══════════════════════════════════╝
Alex wrapped one towel around herself and another around her hair before stepping out of the shower. Quickly, she dried her body, then proceeded to make her way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where she had tossed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt onto the bed. Examining herself in the mirror, she was glad to see that most of her baby fat had disappeared. Looks like the gym is paying off, she noted as she pulled up the shorts and slipped into a shirt before removing the towel off her head. Parts of her pregnancy were awful and made her crave food while at the same time, made her nauseous just thinking about it, but once Penelope popped out (after sixteen hours of labour) and Alex got to hold and meet her baby for the first time, she wouldn’t have changed anything. Sound traveled through the home; that was when she heard Crash speaking to Penny. Alex crept up to the bedroom door and peered out although she couldn’t see where they were – probably in the kitchen. However, she continued to listen, smiling at his monologue all the while. Then, silence. So, she turned back around and pulled out her earrings.
As she was poking them through the appropriate holes, Crash weasled his way over and tried to spy through the doorway. “Ha ha, very funny,” Alex responded, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s comment but laughing along nonetheless. “I swear, with us as her parents, her first words are going to be ‘tit’ or ‘arse’.” Once Penny was a little older, like maybe ten months or so, Alex would start to tone down the swears. Until then, though, her daughter wasn’t going to repeat anything. Biting her lip in thought, she answered, “You know, that may not be such a bad idea. I mean, we did move in here because there was enough room for two people, not three.” And if they had it their way, it’d still be the two of them. But, Penelope was a blessing. Maybe she was a sign that their relationship was actually working out after all. What were the odds that after years of sex, Alex only managed to get pregnant after the couple sorted out their issues? The look on Crash’s face as their baby sobbed was almost enough to make her mother burst into laughter, but she controlled it into a chuckle and reached to pull Penny over to her. “It’s okay, baby, I got you,” she said in a hushed tone, rocking her daughter up and down in an attempt to calm her down. “Oh – ! That’s my tit,” she blurted out when Penny reached up to grab it.
There's a reason you're everywhere ...........................Breathe you in like you're in the air
((OOC: It’s all good, and this scene is perf! I think Crash’s age might be incorrect though?))
Every second here without you, I pretend we're skin to skin Every single breath reminds me that you never, ever left..............
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