* ˖ ✶ ❝ Forget my brain, remember my pain

this summer had been so much more than xavier could have asked for. what had started as a desperate attempt at somehow occupying his time -- forced upon by his BRUTE of a mother -- had turned into something so much MORE; and it was all because of madden. the other had consumed his thoughts and his time for the whole duration of the heat-filled months, fulfilling a thirst that xavier didn’t know needed to be quenched. seeing madden’s curly hair and dopey smile was the on sort of SALVATION that xavier readily accepted. he walked the beach, finding himself at THEIR spot underneath the pier -- a spot that was meaningful and a little bit terrifying. xavier didn’t look at his phone, knowing that somehow madden would know where he was in the almost deserted beach. saying goodbye after months of whatever they had shared would be hard, but was nothing that x couldn’t handle -- or so he told himself.

XAVIER: if there's a chance of you meeting me there then definitely (:

XAVIER: maybe???? ):::::::::::

XAVIER: please come )::::

XAVIER: can't properly enjoy a beach day without u

XAVIER: i will if you're gonna be there ;)

beckford had never been good with emotions, but he knew all too well how rocky felt about his father -- a man that could strike FEAR deep within from just a gaze or a thought. a trait that would be inspiring to beck if it wasn’t for his overall hatred for anyone who wasn’t rocky. his father made beck’s already phlegmatic demeanor even more frigid because of how much beckford really SHOULD fear him. instead, in the place of fear, thoughts of his father were greeted with nothingness. which, were he anyone else, would have been worrying. beckford clasped his hands behind his back as rocky inquired further as to what exactly they’d be eating, which was only met with disdain from mr. ashkahni. “yes, father ?” he asked innocently, although everyone in the room knew that beckford was ANYTHING but innocent. the twin’s reply was met with nothing but a piercing LOOK, the one that silently commanded obedience. the small altercation between rocky and their stepsister was not missed by beckford, consciously taking in every word and rolling his eyes at the puerile jibes and the rebuttal from his twin. as always, the small confrontation escalated into a borderline skirmish, which beck wished had come. the surgical student felt an overcoming feeling of deja vu, which he hated. repetition was his second least favorite thing behind complete tranquility and boredom. what he REALLY wanted to do was give all parties, excluding his twin, a quick punch to the face ( just for fun; an exciting break to the over all disaster of a dinner party ), but he’d learned how to contain the person who wanted to fucking KILL everyone ( except for last week, that was a minor slip. hospitalization was nothing these days. ). a chuckle broke through his stolid façade as rocky called their step mother a gold digger, a response that warranted another LOOK from his father -- which beckford ignored. “what ? that was funny. you can’t tell me that wasn’t funny.” he justified, laughing dramatically just to piss his father and stepmother off more. “five WONDERFUL minutes, i love these family gatherings, i really do.” beckford commented, words so full of SARCASM that he himself almost couldn’t spit them out. at his double’s recounting of the little hospital trip ( not his, obviously, the other guy was a fuckin COWARD ) beckford raised his hand to his father for a high five, only to be received by another LOOK, which... repetition. after lowering his hand, beck nodded at his father’s warning. he hadn’t REALLY been paying attention to what the other had said, but beck really DIDN’T CARE enough to start and sort of scene other than the one that would make everyone end up in a hospital -- but that really was last resort because orange definitely wasn’t his color. beckford too was disgusted by the pet name, but not for the same reasons as rocky.  he genuinely didn’t understand why anyone would use the words darling, babe, baby, etc. when referring to someone that they loved. they weren’t two, were they ? they weren’t a BABY, so why would anyone want to be called one ? that was one of the many things that beckford didn’t understand about “normal” people ( as if HE was the freak when they called each other “baby” ). hearing his twin’s words whispered in his ear, beckford silently agreed. this dinner, although it had only been ten minutes tops since they’d arrived, had drug on for far longer than beck was equipped to endure. “please save me, god.” he whispered back, although he definitely didn’t believe in anything holier than the last girl that had spread her legs for him. “what’s our plan ? i’m up for starting a fist fight with someone if it comes to it.” beck didn’t know how, under any circumstances, it would come down to a fistfight, but he wanted rocky to know he was willing. 

beckford let out a small chuckle, something that rarely happened around anyone other than his brother. “that’s true, i’m way too BRILLIANT to be tricked anyway.” he shrugged, teeth grinding together in the most casual way as beck awaited certain DEMISE, or an hour of pure entertainment. it could go either way, depending on a variety of factors, mostly the behavior of himself and rocky -- but who could really forecast the future ? seeing his stepmother open the door was not a surprise, nor was it pleasant. from beckford’s viewpoint she had sunk her perfectly manicured claws into the ashkahni twins’ very DANGEROUS, but also very rich father for no other reason other than that mr. ashkahni was worth more than she could ever make in her lifetime. “always nice to see you, mumzi.” he greeted with faux cheerfulness, the term of endearment meant as anything but how it traditionally appeared. “house looks great, although i’m sure that that’s because of the maid, not you, am i right ?” he asked; big, pseudo smile spread across his features as he patted her shoulder and made his way past the woman. beck always was more covert with his insolence, but he had never been the type to just say what he actually meant. actions speak louder than words, after all. beck barely looked at his step sisters ( they weren’t worth his time ) and went straight next to his father. beck knew he should be feeling a certain type of way, but his person was void of emotions. a lot of the time beckford felt as if IRRITATION was all he could feel. “yeah, not all of us can sit around all day in our fancy mansions like you, dad.” it was a joke, but one that was probably best kept to himself. it really wasn’t beck’s fault he had no filter. “what did susan make for us ? because we all know mummy over here can’t cook for SHIT.”

despite his insistence that he was always and forever would be very busy, beckford had somehow been roped into this family dinner. he’d complained to everyone he knew about the trepidations of the eminent family dispute, not that he was actually frightened by the impending altercation brimming upon the all-too-close horizon. “this is gonna fuckin’ suck, can’t believe i was tricked into this mess.” beck rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he thought about how much he wanted a smoke ( a sweet SALVATION between his fingers ), how he wanted to be anywhere but here. “however, m’sure that we can find SOME way to make this bearable.” he tried, looking over to his twin to give him a closed mouth smile. beckford’s knock on the IMPECCABLE white wooden door was without any intent, looking up at the house that hadn’t felt like home in a long while. he hoped that neither his step mother, satan ( which is a lot to say coming from beckford ) nor her daughters, satan juniors, opened the door.

[BREATHES DEEPLY] I NEED A PLOT WHERE MUSE A AND MUSE B HAD BEEN DATING FOR LIKE 3 YEARS AND IT WAS REALLY HELLA SERIOUS BUT ONE DAY MUSE A JUST UP AND LEAVES BECAUSE SHE GETS SCARED OF THE COMMITMENT AND ALL OF THAT AND THEN LIKE THREE MONTHS AFTER SHE BROKE UP WITH HIM IT’S POURING DOWN RAIN AND SHE SHOWS UP AT HIS DOOR STEP COMPLETELY SOAKED TO THE BONE AND SHIVERING AND SHE’S PROBABLY GOING TO GET A COLD AND SHE’S ALL “I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO” IDK ??? LIKE THIS IF YOU WANNA DO IT