#xfaye

Who said I love you first?

Faye. Probably during a fight. Rion just doesn’t say things like that. The first time she said it he probably looked shocked for a moment and then called time for a sex break.

Who laughs when the other trips?

Both. After making fun of other people together, making fun of each other is their next favourite activity and falling over presents the perfect opportunity for that.

Who pays the bills?

Rion, normally. He doesn’t particularly enjoy them but Faye finds them even worse and the last time she attempted to get them done ended with significant late fees. He took the pain of them from then onwards.

Which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

Faye. She gets excited a lot more easily about anything than Rion and while he does like good party, Faye likes one even more. Their place is almost always excessively decorated for any holiday.

Who’s more clumsy?

Faye. With the kinds of practice that Rion had to do for Quidditch his balance is top notch and even thought Faye isn’t clumsy, she is more prone to making missteps than he is.

Who checks their daily horoscope?

Faye. Rion practically loathes horoscopes and will always tell Faye that Mercury is in retrograde, even when he knows that it isn’t. Faye just tends to give him a little slap each time he does.

Who sings louder in the car?

Faye. She loves singing and will ensure that the whole world knows how much she loves it. Sometimes long car rides can be difficult for them.

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

Both. Leaving the cap off can be a perfect way to passive-aggressively annoy the other without actively starting a fight. It becomes a bit of a game after a while.

Who is more up to date in pop culture?

Rion, just. Both of them have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with knowing what the famous people are doing but Rion somehow always manages to find out some little things which Faye misses.

Who insists on going to see the newest movies?

Both. They both are very certain in what they like and what things are worth watching and they rarely want to see the same things. It often ends up a battle of wills to work out what they’re going to see this time.

Who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

Neither. Crying isn’t something that either do frequently or even like to do in front of each other and something like mistreated animals isn’t enough to make them. However, they are still both moved by the adverts.

Who’s the lighter sleeper?

Rion. Given how lightly he sleeps, it’s something of a miracle that he even manages to function. Getting back to sleep again is even more of a problem with how much of the bed that Faye takes.

Who believes in ghosts?

Both. They were at Hogwarts, they have to.

Who does the grocery shopping?

Both. Neither particularly enjoys the task and would much rather that the food just appears for them but they find themselves forced to get it for themselves. Their bickering makes it last longer than it really should.

Who updates their facebook status more often?

Who said I love you first?

Faye. Blandon isn’t one for just admitting feelings like that so abruptly while Faye is much more vocal about everything and would definitely be the first to say something that. Of course, Blandon would reciprocate without question.

Who laughs when the other trips?

Faye. She isn’t intentionally mean (most of the time) but seeing Blandon, who is normally so formal and proper, land flat on his face is a guaranteed way to make her laugh.

Who pays the bills?

Blandon. Of the two, he had always been the more responsible of the two so it was really never a question as to who would sort out the finances. Plus, it helps him to stop Faye from spending too much on chocolates.

Which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

Faye. The blonde always did love the spectacle of celebrations and parties, something which holidays give her a chance to indulge in. And being the centre of attention is always a good thing for her.

Who’s more clumsy?

Blandon. He was never able to fly with anything approaching ease and that translates to when he’s on solid ground, too. If he goes a day without tripping his own feet once it is a good day.

Who checks their daily horoscope?

Faye. Blandon has the total of zero interest in knowing the future, preferring to live it how it should be, but Faye seems to care about her horoscope much more. And on the days when it proves true she never fails to proclaim its accuracy.

Who sings louder in the car?

Faye. She’s the kind of person who simply can’t keep her enthusiasm to herself and the car is normally filled with the sound of her competing with the radio as to who is loudest. Oftentimes, she’ll punch Blandon in the side to get him to sing along, too.

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

Faye. Normally it’s because she just forgets but on the mornings when Faye wants to piss Blandon off she’ll take the cap and hide it in random places.

Who is more up to date in pop culture?

Faye. Pop culture never really held the same kind of fascination for Blandon as it seems to do for Faye. Rarely will anything even partly significant escape her attention for long.

Who insists on going to see the newest movies?

Faye. If the advert catches her attention for even the shortest moment you can be certain that it is going to be the one thing that she talks about for at least the next hour. For everyone’s sake they end up going.

Who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

Neither. Unless she needs them, Faye is normally able to keep her tears in check and Blandon is too reserved to cry over them. They both still feel uncomfortable as they watch them.

Who’s the lighter sleeper?

Blandon. He was never a particularly deep sleeper and he often wakes up during the night. In an effort to not disturb Faye he often reads in the lounge for a while before he feels ready to sleep again.

Who believes in ghosts?

Both. Ghosts are real.

Who does the grocery shopping?

Blandon. He finds something oddly peaceful in strolling through the aisles, looking for whatever they’re going to eat for the next few days. If Faye does come along she’s normally only interested in the sweets.

Who updates their facebook status more often?

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♕: The first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your body

Rion didn’t even remember what it was that he’d actually said to her, probably something vaguely flirtatious knowing him, a simple way of testing the waters that he often threw in with most people he met for the first time.

But the reaction was priceless and one he would never forget. The way her eyes widened in shock as she realised the words that he’d said and then slowly narrowed. “Oh, bloody hell, it just had to be you, Hannifan, didn’t it?”

A cheeky grin spread across his face as her words matched up with those ingrained in his head. He’d hoped to not hear them for a long time but he could certainly have a lot of fun with Faye. Slipping an arm around her he said, “Pucker up, kiddo, we’ve got a long future ahead of us.”

Wrinkling her nose, Faye pushed him away, a teasing grin on her face. “Maybe once you’ve had a shave. And a shower too.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not due one for another couple of weeks.”

“Looks like you’ll have to wait a couple of weeks for your kiss then,” she patted his face with more gusto than was strictly necessary before walking away.

“You can run but you can’t hide, Blondie,” he called out after her. “We’re gonna be together. Forever.”

She turned around, all the while continuing to walk backwards away from him. “Keep on like that and forever might not be as long as you think it is.” And with a two-fingered salute she rounded the corner and out of his sight.

♕: The first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your body

Of all of the places to meet your soulmate, the library was pretty low down on the list. Honestly, Blandon often came here simply to get away from other people and the possibility of having the rest of his life set. If he could put it off he sure as hell would.

He’d never spoken to Faye before and from what he’d heard that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Later on he would suppose that he only had himself to blame, if he hadn’t chosen to ask her if she’d said something to him he might have been able to get out of it.

“No,” she answered and he internally breathed a sigh of relief. Those words weren’t the ones written on his wrist. But then she carried on, “But while you opened the gap for conversation could you like not breathe so loud. It’s distracting.”

Shit, it couldn’t be, could it? Rolling his sleeve down he checked the words there against what she’d just said. His heart was in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to run away but he knew how he’d been taught to respond.

Holding his arm out for her to read he said, “I think we need to talk.”

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

“What the fuck?!” Blandon found himself face down on the floor, arms sprawled out in some ungainly manner as a body collided into his own and landed on him.

“How about you watch where you’re going next time, Zabini,” the girl on top of him called out. He recognised the voice instantly and wished that the ground would swallow him up in that moment.

Faye. Of course it just had to be her. He sighed heavily as he spoke, “Where I was going? You are the one who ran into my back, do not try and pin this on me.” He wriggled around for a few moments as he tried to move himself out from under her but to no luck, they were pretty well tangled up. “Are you going to get off me or what?”

“Seeing as you’re lying on my hand then there’s really not much that I can do.”

Blandon had wondered what the thing that had been poking into his side had been, thinking that it was something from his bag, but he rolled over and let her draw her hand out. “Done. Now, are you going to let me get out now?”

“Depends. Are you going to admit that it was your fault?”

“No, you ran into me.”

“Shame. Looks like you’re going to be there for a long time, Blandon,” she giggled.

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

Rion barely had time to register the sound of hinges squeaking to his right before he was dragged into the closet, the door slamming shut behind him. A harsh white light sprung up from the tip of a wand and a small face bounded with yellow hair came into view.

“You’re not who I thought you were,” Faye remarked, as tactless as ever.

“Neither are you, if I’m honest,” he shrugged. “But as a word of advice, people don’t generally like being dragged into a closet by surprise.”

“Really? You expect me to take advice from a man who looks and smells like a wet dog?” she asked, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

“What’s the matter? Scared you’ll get fleas?”

“Well, yes,” she cocked her head to the side, a completely innocent look on her face.

“If it makes you feel any better I got treated for them last week. Could probably do with a worming though,” he smirked as he opened the door. “Just remember, kiddo, that whatever it is that you were planning on doing in herethese doors lock from the outside. I’d so hate to have people walk in on you whilst you were compromised.” He stepped out of the cupboard and closed the door behind him, leaving Faye with only her wandlight.