#ft. peyton

The week was not exactly going in Baz’s favor - Hell, the year in general wasn’t. Perhaps that’s why he was out on the town, licking his wounds with a round of drinks. He typically avoided people he knew when he was at the bar, but when he spotted Peyton out of the corner of his eye, he thought differently. “Hey,” he said hesitantly, trying to force a friendly smile. “Are you having a good night?” For some reason, the djinn thought small talk would smooth over all of their past issues like nothing had ever happened. 

Rianne hadn’t seen Peyton in, well, she couldn’t remember when, which was concerning for the witch. Since starting at Sensations, he was easily her favorite part of the job. Perhaps that’s why she decided to go in on her day off. (That and she might have been on the lookout for something to use with Yas and Myles if they ever took the next step.) As soon as she entered the store, she could hear his voice and all she felt was joy. Running up the the man, she flung her arms around him - what could she say, she was American, she didn’t exactly have manners. “Peyton,” she squealed, “are you alright? I feel like it’s been a thousand years since I’ve laid eyes on you.” / @peytonfox​

One thing Baz had learned about small town life was that word got around quite fast. At the fitness centre alone, he had heard at least two people talk about an attack on a local warlock. At first, his mind panicked and went straight to Peyton - was he alright? But then, he figured there were thousands of warlocks in the world. It wasn’t until a client of his specifically named Peyton that he found out, for the most part, what happened. If Baz were to be honest with himself, he would have realized that he was angry. Had his relationship with the male worked better, he would have been around to protect him. Alas, he wasn’t. 

😡 + peyton

Baz had been tormented by his last interaction with Peyton for weeks. The unreciprocated kiss that had been placed on his lips made him feel a deep, heavy sort of guilt. He had done so many things to fuck up the relationship, so the idea that his ex would want any sort of friendship was laughable. He still had to try. Perhaps it was against better judgement, but he found himself showing up on the man’s doorstep once more. This time, he had no chocolates, no flowers. There was nothing on his person that he could use to butter Peyton up. He had to use words this time. Fuckin’ scary, if you asked him. 

Weird things had been going on in town, everyone knew that much. The fog, the disappearances, and now the dead bodies didn’t really bother Rianne all that much. Sure, it was sad that people were getting hurt but it didn’t effect her. Her view started to change a bit when she thought about her friend, Peyton. In such a short time frame, he had lost so much. There wasn’t much she could do or say to comfort him, that she knew, but she could just be there. The brunette headed over to his place and knocked, nervously waiting for a reply. The minute the door opened, Rianne flung her arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug. “How’re you holding up, sweetheart?” Her words were mumbled as she pressed her face against his chest while in the embrace.