ajax

his face is all cheshire cat grin as he sees ajax walk through their door, an energy that never leaves him visible behind his eyes. still, nero stays in his seat by the window, book open on his lap as he speaks. “good afternoon, darling. i was beginning to wonder where you’d run off to.” his eyes don’t stray from ajax as he closes the book and sets it aside. “well? any news to tell? stories to regale me with?”

“hustling more than you i guess,” jax teases and slides into the seat across from nero, his own devilish grin clear as his eyebrows quirk up, “but oh, I got some news,” he rubs his hands together a moment, “you remember alyssa? star girl that left us for school? she’s here, found her all bloodied up. she’s good as ours again,” perhaps he was being a little.... overzealous, but he was more than sure in his power to persuade, “i feel like a TA wouldn’t be too shabby on getting us some bodies,” he remembers the wad of cash in his bag, tugging that out and putting it on the table between them, a casual shrug, “then, the usual.”

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he heard the end of the commotion first, moved quietly until he got an eye full of the scene. he only showed up as everyone was gone... except the person on the receiving end it looked like. when recognition came over him, jax didn’t hesitate. he rushed to alyssa’s side and, at this point an old bro at taking care of the roughed up, “woah, hey,” he slips an arm around her waist and drapes her arm around his shoulders, supporting her weight as he spoke gently, “i got’cha,” he’s confused, but in his line of work, you don’t question. you just act. so he already is planning on heading to his place to clean her up, “you in a fight club and didn’t invite me, huh?” he pauses only a moment, “you wanna come see my place while we get that glass out of your face?” the question is gentle, teasing coming from a familiarity that flooded back when blood came out.

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“judgy,” if he wasn’t so instantly frustrated, he would have offered a chuckle, instead settling for a cool smirk, “i’m all for helping the community,” of course, it just depended which.

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he starts making the drink as soon as he hears it, knowing he’ll figure out the tab later. there’s a smooth smile firm on his face as he works, moving bottles like it’s habit, and at this point it is. of course, when he looks up, he pauses just a moment before she looks over, a little shocked, but he keeps going, even as she recognizes him. the moment is all he needs to assure his face remains steady as he hands her the drink, “i remember how you like it,” he said simply, “you think smudging my bar’s gunna make me change into another person?” jax lets out a small chuckle, “it’s me,” he quirks an eyebrow, “how’re things up in the stars, huh?” and truly, it’s only a little bitterness in his voice. part if him IS happy she was doing other things... but a warped sense of loyalty suited the fallen falcone well.

when she sees her brother, winona sighs in relief. she cannot hear it though ― dante is speaking so loud, walking beside her, yelling in her ear. she’s crying, though she is barely noticing it anymore. she doesn’t know what to do anymore. she can’t get him to stop. ❛ look, winsome, another person you let down ! are we going to make a club ? ❜ his humor is the same, but the look on his face isn’t. he’s just as winona left him. covered in blood & staring at her with devastatingly betrayed eyes. ❝ jax ! thank god. jax, jax, he won’t stop. i don’t know how to make him stop. jax, make him stop. ❞

when the world went silent, jax seemed to close off. never one to show weakness if he could help it, his face fell into a stony distant look as he tried to piece out what was happening, unable to hear a thing, all the while feeling his powers lock the panic away. that is of course, a familiar person approaches, and all he knows is that she’s afraid. not only can he see it plainly as she cries, but he can feel her mind going frantic. though he stands and reaches out to her, he doesn’t realize he’s speaking so loud and sloppily, “i can’t hear,” she seems to be avoiding something, so he puts his hands on either side of her face, trying to steady her gaze on him, “it’s okay,” he only knows one thing, he knows he might be able to help lessen her panic, “let me help,” he gently squeezes her head a moment to indicate what he means. he’s quieter, sloppy not being able to hear his words, and still loud for the distance between them, not that he can hear himself to know, “it’s okay,” he says, even though he knows it isn’t.”

her date was gorgeous. he was, and she’d said it, and she heard OTHER people saying it as they’d walked in, her arm in his, and as they’d roamed around, saying hello’s like they were in a medieval court and doing the rounds. he was absolutely drop dead worthy, with the suit cut to fit the lines of his body perfectly, and that charming smile that seemed FIXED in place. and she was, you know, confident enough in herself to be aware that at least in regards to looks, she was worthy of being on his arm - she was beautiful, and she’d known it before he’d said as much, and she was safe in this knowledge that they were evenly matched. which they were. in literally everything but in the enthusiasm she had when it came to dancing. “i’m gonna do it-” finally tired of sitting like a QUEEN at his side ( he made her feel it, just with his royal presence ), trixie hopped up ; holding her dress bunched together at her waist as she moved the few feet out onto the dancefloor, turning to face him as she started to sway, goofily. “i’ll dance right here, in front of ya.” shoulders bopped to the beat, cherry lips mouthed to the song that was playing, limbs started to move just a smidge out of tune.

he’d pulled out all the stops for her, that was for sure. there wasn’t a chance he was about to screw over perhaps the most interesting person he’d come across in years. yes, jax was most definitely interested, and he’d made that fairly clear in his actions. he met her in a floral suit, velvet embroidered with colorful blossoms in an effort to go with the theme. of course, in his eyes, it was nothing compared to her. she exuded grace, and the first time he saw her he sucked in a deep breath as if in preparation to wow her. he’d try, at least. it wasn’t often he wondered if it would work, but now? now he wondered. as she started to dance in front of him, his laugh was bright and he took it as a challenge, “oh, you don’t think i will?” he cocks his head, standing to meet her, bobbing his head in sync with her shoulders, “well watch out-- oooh!” he does a quick turn, “cause I go hard.”