Alexsander Cavanagh RP

[TXT] : answer the question.

[TXT] : you left your jacket here.

[TXT] : ignore that last message.

[TXT] : must be my fault somehow.

[TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway.

[TXT] : guess i misunderstood the vibe.

[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.

[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this..

[TXT] : i'm blushing shut up.

[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue.

[TXT] : be honest with me.

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

[TXT] : i'll explain later, just call me now!

[TXT] : i like it when you looked at me like that.

[TXT] : i should stop texting before this escalates.

[TXT] : i keep rereading that message.

[TXT] : are you trying to distract me on purpose.

[TXT] : i hate that you were right.

[TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed.

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.

[TXT] : i had a dream about you.

[TXT] : i thought you were coming?

[TXT] : wow that's crazy.

[TXT] : it's whatever honestly.

[TXT] : your stuff is still here.

[TXT] : open the door.

[TXT] : what are you doing right now?

[TXT] : don't screenshot this.

[TXT] : don't make me ask twice.

[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?

[TXT] : what are we?

[TXT] : no really it's fine.

[TXT] : you don't have to lie.

[TXT] : i don't feel great.

[TXT] : don't rush i've only been waiting.

[TXT] : i forgot the grocery list.

[TXT] : don't do this over text.

[TXT] : did i do something wrong?

[TXT] : i don't trust myself around you.

[TXT] : running late sorry.

[TXT] : you make it hard to be good.

[TXT] : i told myself i wouldn't text you tonight.

[TXT] : are you mad at me.

[TXT] : please answer me.

[TXT] : i told you not to do that.

[TXT] : can i come over?

[TXT] : i'm outside.

[TXT] : you're being unfair.

[TXT] : that's not an excuse.

[TXT] : can you stay on the phone with me?

[TXT] : are you busy?

[TXT] : please tell me you're okay.

[TXT] : i think i fucked up.

[TXT] : i need to vent.

[TXT] : do you want food?

[TXT] : this is messing with my head.

[TXT] : i should not be imagining this right now.

[TXT] : are you mad at me?

[TXT] : please say something.

[TXT] : can you lie for me?

[TXT] : i found your keys!

[TXT] : i just thought you'd let me know.

[TXT] : i know you're awake.

[TXT] : stay the night.

[TXT] : you look good and you know it.

[TXT] : this reminded me of you!

[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control.

[TXT] : i love how you only respond when it's convenient.

[TXT] : i love you and i hate that i love you.

[TXT] : you left me on read.

[TXT] : i cleared my schedule.

[TXT] : i can't keep doing this.

[TXT] : are you alone?

[TXT] : stuck in traffic.

[TXT] : you could've just said no.

[TXT] : i don't want to be alone.

[TXT] : who are you with?

[TXT] : something has to change.

[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble.

[TXT] : i'm done.

[TXT] : don't tease me.

[TXT] : i'm getting worried.

[TXT] : oh okay i guess we're not talking anymore.

[TXT] : where are you??

[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.

[TXT] : i hate nights like this without you.

[TXT] : can you come get me?

[TXT] : look up.

[TXT] : i trust you.

[TXT] : i need help.

[TXT] : this is flirting right?

[TXT] : i changed my mind about earlier.

[TXT] : it's fine do whatever you want.

[TXT] : it's not what it looked like, okay?

[TXT] : my brain won't shut up about last night.

[TXT] : please come get me before i make worse choices.

[TXT] : that was not funny.

[TXT] : i'm proud of you.

[TXT] : i don't know why i'm telling you this.

[TXT] : i'm sorry, i should've said something sooner

[TXT] : please don't be mad..

[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me?

[TXT] : i won't bother you again.

[TXT] : i almost sent this three times.

[TXT] : did you get home safe?

[TXT] : you don't owe me anything clearly.

[TXT] : i miss you.

[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..

[TXT] : i can't sleep.

[TXT] : i need clarity.

[TXT] : tell me to behave.

[TXT] : okay fine you win.

[TXT] : hello?

[TXT] : you did good.

[TXT] : do you miss me?

[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me.

[TXT] : are you safe??

[TXT] : you're unbelievable.

[TXT] : i shouldn't have said what i said earlier.

[TXT] : i hope you're asleep because this is embarrassing.

[TXT] : don't ever say that again.

[TXT] : are you flirting with me?

[TXT] : you owe me gas money.

[TXT] : stop avoiding me.

[TXT] : call me when you see this!

[TXT] : you still mad?

[TXT] : can we talk in person?

[TXT] : can i crash at your place?

[TXT] : you're going to get me in trouble.

[TXT] : i'm spiraling.

[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.

[TXT] : okay i'm done texting now.

[TXT] : you look cute.

[TXT] : glad you had fun.

[TXT] : i'm exhausted.

[TXT] : i'm trying to be respectful but you're not helping.

[TXT] : why would you think that was okay??

[TXT] : i want to move on.

[TXT] : thanks for the heads up i guess.

[TXT] : you left your panties here for a reason didn't you.

[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.

[TXT] : please don't tell anyone.

[TXT] : remember when we said we wouldn't do this again.

[TXT] : i can't find my shoes.

[TXT] : do you always do this or just to me?

[TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.

[TXT] : you crossed a line.

[TXT] : you up?

[TXT] : you didn't have to do that.

[TXT] : don't get smug.

[TXT] : i'm on my way!

[TXT] : i should not be saying this.

[TXT] : remind me to tell you later.

𝄞₊ ⊹ -- ❝Speak for yourself. My mother wanted me dead. I don’t miss her at all, and I certainly don’t miss her failed attempts to end my life.❞ Alexsander grumbled resentfully – and he had the scars to prove it.

Besides, Mother’s Day in the UK had already passed a couple of months prior. A day for quiet contrition and retrospection, perhaps, though he would never admit as much. In the end, he had driven her mad, and they’d condemned her to the asylum where she would later pass away.

…Wait. The realisation hit him slightly too late. ❝…Did you just say “do some crack”?❞ Alexsander fought to conceal his amusement, though the faint glimmer in his eye gave him away. He probably shouldn't have found that funny, considering he'd been forcibly "medicated" with comparable substances often enough during his own institutionalisation.

𝄞₊ ⊹ -- The pair of collared doves lay motionless on the ground, having met unfortunate and unsightly demises. They had plummeted right out of the overcast sky into the actively withering, yellow-tinged grass, where they would – at least, relatively quickly meet their ends. Their necks had then contorted in unnatural twists and wrenching spasms. Wings weakly fluttered as they barely strangled out their last feeble coos of parting sorrow, before their grey-brown feathered bodies inevitably gave out where they had fallen.

His curse was undoubtedly the cause of their synchronised perishing. Alexsander had known it the moment they’d dropped at his heel.

With reluctance, he drew his gaze away from the pair of birds his curse had killed. The grass around him was now beginning to shift into an unhealthy shade of brown. He redirected his attention toward the general proximity of the woman, his eyes flitting uncomfortably past hers – near enough to show attention, but never quite meeting them.

❝…I would apologise for the gruesome sight, but I get the distinct feeling you happen to be well-acquainted with such occurrences. Most ordinary–❞ humans, ❝–people don’t tend to stand around to watch.❞ 

Still, he couldn’t be certain how she might feel if he were to reach down and stuff the two dead birds inside his briefcase, so he resisted the temptation. Presently, at least.

The ghastly creature has been flying around trying to find certain items, primarily bottles and what not, for a certain idea. It was time to up her game and that meant causing a little bit of mayhem amongst the humans! Heh heh.

𝄞₊ ⊹ -- He’d only glanced away for a second to retrieve one of his carefully arranged dead flies from the grass – the rest of his assortment laid atop his ornate garden table, modelled to resemble traditional cast iron but made instead with titanium, to avoid personal injury. Call it a fae thing. 

Alexsander’s hands, marred with scars, stilled as he repositioned the partially decomposed fly, realising rather quickly that his sizable glass decanter had gone missing. He might’ve put the blame onto one of the resident spectres that haunted his property, if not for the faint rustle of leaves nearby. Whoever had swiped his bottle still lingered close, and none of “his” ghosts particularly frequented the outdoors.

❝…If you’re going to drink that, you’ll regret it.❞ he calmly forewarned the mystery pilferer – the fermented contents of the bottle quite foul, to say the least. Just the acrid bite of the aroma alone would be enough to turn anyone's stomach. Well...almost anyone's. ❝And should you choose to steal from me, have no doubt you shall regret that even more.❞ 

Claw tipped fingers drummed steadily against the table, awaiting their next move.

After Black Star delivered what was assumed to be a physical comedy act, the few patrons inside nearby chuckled in amusement. The defective Diopside was always outgoing and wanted to make others smile. And today since she happened to have picked up a few bottles of chocolate sauce, why not crack the joke while she had the opportunity?

𝄞₊ ⊹ -- It very nearly made him laugh, how differently people responded to the Gem in contrast to him. When she joked, it elicited mirth, but the moment he joined in, the laughter fell flat. Perhaps if it weren’t for the liquor in his tea, he might’ve found it within himself to be offended. As things were, though, he was just content to have dulled everyone’s sparkle.

People were enjoying themselves far too much. Somebody had to shut them up.

It should have occurred to Alexsander that responding to any sort of dialogue was a bad idea, his table now host to an unwelcome plus-one. He watched Black Star cautiously, as if to study her intentions, though he knew he only had himself to blame for her intrusion. He should have known better than to say anything that could be misconstrued as an attempt at being social.

Still, why anybody would want to join him was beyond him. Was she among those special few who were immune to the feeling – the dark, portentous reach of his curse that usually shot most mortals’ nerves to pieces?

This intrigued him slightly, but he knew better than to trust it, than to trust her.

❝…Why?❞ Alexsander wondered aloud, mistrustfully, though he didn’t protest when she pulled up a chair. His gaze avoided the Gem’s, finding more safety in settling idly on the tablecloth.