#crxalex

@crxalex

devin relaxes against the bed that isn’t hers. she’s in the boys dormitory, easily making her way into male-dominated territory because of the lack of charms. she hasn’t seen alexander in some time, both of them too busy with too many things and with her slowly trying to find a way back to her normalcy. and now, she finds that she almost...wants to see him. the world has been tipped on its axis recently and alexander is a constant she’s had since childhood. so, naturally, she goes to his room to wait for him. 

normally, she wouldn’t come here. their housemates are always present, always watching and, while devin is already annoyed enough by the things that are said about them both, it’s the random girls who approach her concerning alexander that finally tip the scale. from then, she refuses to hang out in his room as often. 

but, as she takes a look around the room, she realizes that she feels almost...tender about the familiar surroundings. for the first time since those hazy days, her heart settles. finally, she can close her eyes without seeing blood smeared across her fingertips. 

breaking her thoughts, the door to his room opens and devin sits up, silently watching alexander as his eyes land on her. she’s dressed casually, as casually as her style can get with her enveloping, layers of black. it’s after hours after all.

which makes her wonder.

Feet carelessly rest against the surface of the wooden table. As always, Yong has been expecting more and more students to visit his office. Mainly because of detention and because of intentional ones to see how the professor is doing. 

Rumors that he’s dead has circulated during his leave of absence and the students feel like he’s now a changed man the second he’s back. But really, he’s still the hot headed Professor Yong. And the kid who’s about to walk into his office has not changed a bit. 

Relationship building: Accepting!

“Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours.“ 

It was one breakfast she was particularly distracted. Her eyes were vacant and distant, lost in thoughts and daydreams about her classes and plans with her friends when she saw him walking calmly towards the table, face revealing nothing which disturbed Violet.

Her imagination started to work again and she imagined what would happen if she threw him a spoonful of jam to his cheek. Would he turn slowly and shoot lasers from his eyes and poof! No more Violet? Would he actually be mean to her and throw strawberry jam back at her which, knowing her friends, would lead into a whole food fight? And with that, one of the professors would catch them and they would all get expelled... But a food fight would be fun on a rainy Monday morning she supposed. Or would his lips part as waves of laughter flooded out of him, surprising everyone with charming laughter?

@crxalex noun. a noxious creature that creeps, hisses, or stings.

the house of serpents. venomous fangs coated with rancorous intent. muscles rippling beneath leather skin, coarsened since the early steps of childhood. the conundrum of the snakes of emerald and silver is that evolution has edified them in the language of obscurity. nothing rattles when steps are taken closer and closer. the tail has lost its warning. it’s hypnosis, cloying until a precipitous invasion. some learn the language and slither their way around the massacre. some are the osprey, talons outstretched to cling on the weaker. some are the rabbit. xeno is none.

( he spent the first few years learning the snake charmers ways however                                                                      he soon learns it is not befitting for this badger. ) “so we’re partners,” xeno states after he finds his partner in the humming heard of humans. nobody knows but he’s long written out a tacit ploy. first impressions on soft clay kneaded by the pupils of a different slytherin. a paradox, xneo reads the eyes of a person who sends his hair raising on his neck in order to learn the nature of strangers.

( but this is how survival works, even if they are not roaming the safaris of nature.  )

rumors of the boy before him are proverbial. however, for now xeno leaves them the lone flute playing in the summer night breeze. classmates. group mates. a new word to bind them and he will see it until the end. he must. xeno offers a soft polite smile.

hearts headcanons (open)

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

In all honesty, Zach’s ideal date would be to a Quidditch league match, even though it may not be all too popular with his potential date. After the match he’d most likely want to go to a pub to have a couple of bevs and/or go hang out round his place in London as well. 

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

Answered here!

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

@crxalex

    the soft light of the afternoon sun flittered through the open window of the library, illuminating the open pages of her textbook, her eyes unfocused on the words that seemed to blur together, eyes wandering to glance outside instead. her thoughts no longer on trying to study, more focused on the world outside those walls than of the ones within the books, the sounds of birds chirping in the distance filling her senses, the calm something she welcomed greatly. 

    her peace, however, is interrupted by the sound of distressed mewing in the distant, the girl not hesitating to get up from her seat, peering out the window next to her table in search for the source of the sound. a small kitten clinging, frozen in fear, to a branch right outside her window catches her attention. without much thought, she finds herself climbing onto the table and reaching her hand out the window... only to find that she her arms would never reach the kitten, or get even close to reaching the kitten. 

    “it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll get you down somehow,” she murmurs softly despite the fact that the kitten couldn’t hear nor understand her. she proceeds to look around the library, in search of anything that she thought would aid her in her quest. her eyes falling upon a boy sitting a couple of tables away. 

"Come to think of it, I was thirteen when I met you" he says, gazing at Alex with a premonition of embarrassment. “I was sitting at the Slytherin table and the first thing you did as an introduction was to ask me if I’ve snogged anyone yet” he says. “I dropped the bread I was eating and said no” he continues, pausing to recall the rest of the story. “Being the Alexander Noh that you are, you stood up on the table and started yelling that Bei Caixin needed someone to snog with-- bloody hell right?”