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“Well normally I go looking for the kitchens, the Hufflepuff common rooms, or the lake. This is none of the three. It isn’t even the Potions classroom. How can I be expected to remember the layout of a whole castle, Dar, how?”
The table was nearly overflowing with everything a professional baker could ever need and far more than someone with Alex’s skills would have any idea how to use. Tas was the baker in their apartment, and some days Alex was lucky to even cook spaghetti without messing something up, but she’d be damned if she let her best friend go without a birthday cake.
Post by Genevieve Remy Moss on Jan 13, 2018 18:08:07 GMT -5
Genevieve hiccuped. She smiled gratefully at the waiter who filled her empty glass for the third time with the house red. After the Siege of Azkaban Genevieve had gone off into seclusion. How was she able to face her fellow Order members after she had turned on them? Specifically Azrael. Her best friend.
That's all they were. Friends. That much had been clear from the kiss she witnessed between him and one of the inmates. Genevieve gripped the table, digging her long acrylic nails into the wood. A god damn Death Eater. He hadn't been imperio-d. He had his wand. He could've blasted the inmate apart and he didn't. Genevieve was so angry and confused by that ordeal that those feelings were almost covering up the shame she felt. She had landed a spell against him and yet he still didn't hurt her. She had drawn blood and he had been a complete gentleman. But then he turned around and KISSED some other woman. Genevieve slammed her head into the table in frustration and winced. Things were still a little tender after Azkaban.
Her ever so attentive waiter came to her table, "Is everything alright ma'am? You look... upset?" Genevieve looked up at him with a smile. He wasn't bad looking, a little younger than her but that didn't mean anything to her. "I'm fine, men are just stupid," Genevieve said with a smirk while pulling out her phone. She finished her glass before shooting off a text to her best friend.
G: Az, come to Sunfire! I'm on my third glass of wine and need a friend to eat dinner with <3
Post by Azrael Leland Rutherford on Jan 19, 2018 1:00:51 GMT -5
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real
The aftermath of the siege on his prison had been shrouded in complete chaos. No matter how many attempts he and Uriel Eliot Barnett made to regain control over the situation there always seemed to be that one prisoner determined to get a rise out of the situation, to capitalize. Losing so many inmates on its own had been a devastating blow. For the most part they had retained a good number of them, but that didn’t make the fact that they’d lost big names any better. Add into that the fact that they were now on their second time of having attacked the place, it was almost expected by now. His concern hadn’t been for himself so much as it had been for the ones he stood to lose should the fight have gone south. He had children to get home to at the end of the day. During the last siege he’d been at the school. He claimed as much responsibility for it then as he had now. At least this time he’d been there to help.
It hadn’t mattered in the end. They had all made it out alive, though some of them worse for wear than others. Asher had taken more than his fair share of the punishment and had served as a warning for the rest of them. It could have been him. It could have been any of them. Gen had seen her fair share of violence from the very beginning. Given she’d gone straight for the general she’d done rather well for herself. Ronan held his own like no other- as he usually did. Gen had stood up to the woman on her own, no healing and certainly no aid. She’d put on a more than impressive showing given her opponent and even he had to say he wasn’t expecting it. She was her own woman and had some fiery worldviews, all of which he adored, but this had been the General she’d taken on. He had his own opponents coming and going, none of which had been the inmates escaping, much to his surprise. He had a general popularity among a few that potentially was the only thing that saved his life that evening.
When he turned to find Gen with her wand raised against him that night- it felt like a knife being pressed slowly into his chest. He couldn’t hurt her. Even if it had come down to it, down to his wellbeing or her own. Part of him knew that wouldn’t have been what she wanted, but there was another part that had hoped seeing him raise his wand would encourage her to fight. If there was ever one thing Gen hadn’t been lacking, that was it. She looked worse for wear by that point and even he had to admit after taking such a blow that perhaps he wouldn’t have been able to withstand either. As guards they underwent a special sort of training but that didn’t mean anyone reacted the same under the Imperius curse when it came to a friend or an enemy casting it. The control was different. The fear and anger you had to be feeling was different. It’s easy to say you’d react a certain way without honestly ever knowing until you were actually in that moment. She’d landed a hit on him but they could be thankful in the end it was muffled by his defensive spell.
He’d been by the hospital to see her after, though he wasn’t sure she would have even known he was there. Her injuries had been extensive. So much so the panic was overwhelming when the DE had left and he’d rushed over to where she lay. There had been so much in need of being done at the prison but all that came second to her. He’d delegated a few tasks in the short hand to be done, leaving Uriel Eliot Barnett in charge as he’d carried Gen behind a few others to the emergency ward. He’d taken and given orders only by phone, pacing the halls on his third cup of coffee before being updated on her condition. Once he knew her to be well he’d taken off back to the prison to see to his duties.
Hearing from her tonight had been lucky. Though he’d sent her a few calls from time to time he hadn’t ever seemed to get through to her. He placed it down to her feeling yet unwell. He couldn’t say he blamed her. It was his first night off since the attack save for one and he couldn’t think of a single way better to spend it than catching up with Gen- seeing for himself that she was alright. He’d sent her a quick reply back before gathering his coat and taking off. His hand was still wrapped from being broken in the fray making it difficult to even do simple tasks like open doors. Thankfully someone had been on their way out as he was on his way into the designated area. He wasn’t one for going out or drinking, but on the rare occasion he was good for it. God only knew Gen deserved it. Amber eyes scaled the setting before falling on Gen. She looked beautiful as ever save a few visible cuts and bruises- but that was to be true of all of them at that point. He didn’t waste any time making his way to the chair in front of her, eyes scanning over her appearance for a moment before catching her eye and offering her a small smile.
”Look at you. You’d never know what Hell you’ve just been through. How are you feeling? I waited the night I took you in but they gave you something to help you sleep. I’ve tried calling- is everything alright?”
Post by Genevieve Remy Moss on Jan 21, 2018 1:17:28 GMT -5
Genevieve had been grateful for the opportunities presented to her as the hospital administrator. She had been kept in the loop about her condition fully, understanding all the medical mumbo-jumbo that was tossed around her room as she faded in and out of consciousness. She had finally awoken three days after the siege, only to learn what had come to the others after the Death Eaters had left.
Nobody had died, thank goodness but the losses they had taken were great. The Death Eaters had succeeded in breaking their targets out of their cells and Asher had been severely wounded. Genevieve remembered in the chaos of it all she had seen Asher, Ronan, and Azrael holding their own for a great deal of the fight. She was proud of all her boys and she had made a mental note to check on Asher herself once she was allowed out of bed.
Genevieve heard the gossip at the nurses' stand about her and Azrael. She heard how she had turned against him and how the spell that had landed didn't leave any lasting marks and how he hadn't raised his wand once to hurt her. Genevieve had been grateful that the woman who had put her under her command hadn't been out to kill because Lord knows what Genevieve would've done if she had awoken to find out she had accidentally killed him. She had heard the gossip on how he made her his first priority after the attack and how he had delegated tasks out to his lower-in-commands and how he stayed at the hospital all day until he learned she was stable.
This muddled her thoughts up. How could she stay angry at him? She held back tears every time she saw his name light up on her phone when he called. She wanted nothing more than to answer and request his company to keep her safe from the nightmares she had been having but whenever her hand went to accept the call she was forced back to the kiss she had witnessed. It was so vile of a thing to witness she thought she had to have been making it up. Everyone in the Order had such a strong aversion to Death Eaters that she was completely dumbfounded he hadn't blasted her into the ceiling.
Genevieve came out of her daze when she saw her friend walk in. She half rose to greet him and threw her arms around him. Her body betrayed her mind with that act but she went with it, she had missed him. "Az! As always, you're too kind," Genevieve said, flushing and looking down. She pushed a menu towards him then frowned as she saw his bandaged hand, she reached out to touch it gently.
"Don't worry about me, love! Most my wounds will heal," Genevieve tutted, "I got your calls, I must admit I was too ashamed to answer. I can't believe I turned against you!" Genevieve bit her lip to keep the tears from coming, the pain she felt just over the general concept of hurting him cut her deep. To tell the truth she doubted she would've reached out if it weren't for the wine. As if the waiter could read her mind he magically reappeared at her side with the bottle and a glass of water, both of which he left for Genevieve and her dinner companion.
Post by Azrael Leland Rutherford on Jan 27, 2018 4:50:29 GMT -5
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real
Azrael was just thankful he hadn’t frightened her by speaking out of turn and without having had her attention first. Gen looked as stunning as ever, even with what remained of her battle wounds. He was convinced nothing could dim her light, even something as precarious as having done battle with the Death Eater general not even a few days prior. She always looked so calm and collected, even when the world around them had been threatening to fall apart. It was just another thing about her he came to adore over the years. Her red hair sparkled against her pale skin and her freckles were nothing short of adorable against the shade of her eyes. In all the time he’d know Gen he’d always admired her spirit. There just always seemed to be something between them that kept them from one another. Azrael had work and enough child drama to keep him busy for ages to come and Gen had unfortunately lost her husband. There was a part of him that had wished he had been around more to help her through it, but it wasn’t his business or his place at that point in time.
Something about her seemed a tad off as she half rose to meet him. He glanced to the table alongside her for any indication of how much she may have had to drink. Not that he didn’t trust her to maintain her sense so much as he was worried what could have happened to her had she not reached out to him. Gen’s safety was always high on the list of his concerns. Having seen her at the prison was both chilling and comforting in a way he couldn’t quite place an accurate term to. She meant something to him, that much was obvious and had been for a bit. Whether he had any plans on admitting that to her was something else completely. Zelda was going through her own problems with the school and her breakup that summer and though he’d been overjoyed to see her when he’d left to meet his children, there was also that part of him that reminded him to keep his distance- not to mention the thoughts that always returned to Gen and if she were well in his absence or not. Gen, unlike Zelda, wasn’t one to have caution or maintain her distance so much. The timing of everything just seemed to fit- if he had the courage to say or do anything more than wrapping an arm about her waist as she neared him. Gen couldn’t ever see him as anything more than a friend, right?
”I’m just honest.” He replied, noting how she looked away from him for a second before moving to take her seat again. Was she nervous? Had his typical compliment carried more weight than usual with her? Almost dying did have a curious way of reminding you to live. Maybe that was why he was there instead of staying home, or why his phone was turned off for the first time in what seemed like years. He was thankful she was alive and he was going to give her all of him should she want it. Not just the parts of him that he could spare between work and being on call and of course, Zelda. He invested so much time into one of his dearest friends that it almost pained him to say it was unhealthy. Distance from her couldn’t have been anything more than a good thing given their history and their inability to ever form a future. The two of them just weren’t meant to be. That didn’t mean he hadn’t come to terms with that quite the while ago, and Gen deserved better than half of anyone. If he hadn’t come to terms, he wouldn’t be there. Gen deserved everything, and if he thought for one second she didn’t have an equal portion of his heart- he was sorely mistaken.
He took the menu she nudged in his general direction, absently reading over the front page as he considered what sort of conversation to begin. They’d had enough doom and gloom from the events prior to last them a lifetime, yet they both knew they were just the beginning. Time was precious for the both of them anymore. The attacks were only getting worse. ”I hadn’t thought to see you out and about so soon, but I’m glad you are. If you hadn’t gotten ahold of me I would have went mad being locked away in that prison all hours. No doubt you know what that’s like, given the hospital and such.” It wasn’t that no one else had asked him to go out and get away for a bit, just that no one was really worth calling it a day for except for Gen. That alone was telling for him, nevermind the grin that crept across his face when he realized it had been her that had texted him. If he weren’t careful, he had the potential to be in over his head rather quickly with the fiery redhead across the way from him- if he weren’t already. He seen her hand trailing its way over to where his rest on the table, choosing not to move as he felt thin fingertips brush against the bandages yet holding the wounds beneath together. He absently allowed his thumb to trace the exposed skin of her wrist before deciding to break the moment with small talk.
”Now, how can you tell me not to worry about you? It’s almost as if you don’t know me at all.” He teased back, knowing full well Gen knew he couldn’t not worry. It was a part of who he was. He may not have the best way of saying it, which he whittled down to years of working with inmates, but he was always good at showing it. He could tell everything that had transpired had obviously taken its toll on her in the days that followed. Her turning against him had been quite the talk amongst the Order in the wake of the attack. It would have seemed imperio was a favored spell among the attackers present that day. She shouldn’t have felt badly about what had happened. Everyone there had done everything they could, her included. He was one of the fortunate few to have been left standing in the chaos of the day. ”You shouldn’t feel anything but proud. Everyone did what they had to do that day. We all made it out and- you’re alive Vi, that’s the only thing that matters to me.”
He looked up as the waiter approached them, unhappy with the exchange being interrupted as they exchanged a look over the bottle of wine sat upon the table. Just how much had Gen had to drink already that night? She didn’t seem completely displaced, her speech was still in tact and her usual concerned nature present. Perhaps he was reading too much into it. ”How long have you been waiting?” It was the best way he knew to ask how long she’d been sitting here drinking without sounding accusatory in any way.
Post by Genevieve Remy Moss on Jan 30, 2018 16:16:57 GMT -5
Genevieve through her head back and laughed lightly, it was true she shouldn't have been discharged so soon from the hospital. The memory of getting released was a good one, the poor nurse in charge was new and much too afraid to argue with her. It didn't matter too much, Genevieve was a healer and well-versed in her own care, she knew what to be on the lookout for and she was recovering remarkably. "Luckily the nurse in charge of discharging me didn't have much of a spine," Genevieve said with a shameless grin, "But yes, I know that feeling - if only our institutions could survive a little more than a few hours without us that would be perfect."
She leaned across the table towards him slightly and absentmindedly, enjoying the feeling of his calloused thumb against her skin immensely. The gesture was so tender and relaxing that Genevieve didn't want it to end. If she wasn't careful she might end up digging a hole the two of them would be stuck in. "Well you shouldn't worry, you know that if anything were to ever happen to me and I was too, unfortunately, pass on that I'd spend my days as a ghost haunting you," Genevieve teased lightly. She understood the worry though, it was the same worry she had that sent her apparting to the prison within seconds of hearing about the attack. That worry had been keeping her awake but now she had seen Azrael in the flesh and seen that he was in no immediate danger of dying Genevieve could rest easier.
She listened to his words, so certain and reassuring that she should only feel pride over the outcome of the siege. He was so damn kind and good, why was somebody's God taunting her like this? First, she loses her husband, then she has Azrael in her life and he's everything good in the world, then whoever runs things from up above makes it so they're just friends. It wasn't fair. Genevieve worked in medicine, she understood the laws of nature. Not everything was balanced or right or fair but for once she wished that in this case, it was. "I know you're right, logically, but I can't help but think what if I had been hellbent on killing you because of the Imperio curse? Are you out of your damn mind, not raising your wand to me," Genevieve scolded lightly but still teasing, "I heard all about it from the nurses, man can they gossip."
After seeing the look Azrael gave to the waiter and hearing his next question Genevieve giggled and pointedly chose the glass of water to sip from next. "I've been here for awhile - way before I texted you and don't worry, I've been spacing out the glasses and snacking. Mildly tipsy is all," Genevieve said giggling again.
Post by Azrael Leland Rutherford on Feb 11, 2018 16:42:12 GMT -5
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real
Azrael couldn’t help the chuckle that accompanied her comments on the charge nurse that night. If he recalled correctly she was just about as headstrong as Gen herself. She would have known better than anyone else not to go toe to toe with the woman who was basically her boss even if in an administrative capacity. Often times he wasn’t so sure he should be going head to head with Gen either but it was all part of what made their relationship interesting. In their line of work and given their personalities it was difficult to find people so willing to oppose them. It was almost a thrill to sit across from someone who wasn’t afraid to tell you what they thought about you or how the world worked. Not that either really needed to hear it from the other but from time to time the banter and the carefree way she addressed him was just indescribably refreshing. ”Who could blame her when Genevieve Moss is the one standing in front of her?” His voice was light and teasing, not wanting to offset the evening with anything too heavy.
He nodded along as she spoke, eyes leaving hers for a minute as he thought over the last time either of them had really had any time to themselves between everything that had happened. There had only really been the one cute in between time he’d come to her rescue from the ferocious puppy she’d let into her home. Even things as brief and sweet as those meant the world. He tried to text her often, as often as she did him, but their schedules and obligations kept them mostly parted. That was true of too many people in his life as of late. ”What are they going to do once the two of us have decided we’ve had enough and pack our bags in favor of retirement on some beach somewhere?” He mused more to himself than to her. He wasn’t so sure what he would do if he didn’t have the prison and everyone within to look after. He cherished the time he got to spend with his kids but in another year they would almost all be on their own ways in life and he’d be alone again. What good would freedom from obligation give him if all he could do with it was stare at the walls of his house?
He noted the way she seemed to lean a little further in when the conversation evened out a bit. He offered her a smile without letting go of her hand. Whatever the two of them were was complicated. Gen had lost someone dear to her and that was something he needed to be cautious of. He wasn’t interested in suggesting something that would reflect poorly on him or her for that matter. He was fortunate to have never lost someone in the same sense- not someone he loved so dearly anyway. The thought of losing Gen had been enough and the look in her eye when the two of them stood face to face during Azkaban would stick with him until the day he died. ”It’s good to know, haunting or not, that I’d still have you.” He meant it as a joke but it was a tad more suggestive than that given their close proximity and the fact he currently held her hand. Maybe there was a part of him that had meant it as something else but he wasn’t so willing to admit it just yet.
Azrael let his hand slip from hers to lean back in his seat when the imperio had been brought up. Even in hindsight he wouldn’t have done anything differently. ”You wouldn’t have.” He had confidence in her. Even if she had thrown a hell of a curse his way it wasn’t a killing curse. It wasn’t like Gen to go down without a fight and even beaten down and tired, he didn’t have the first belief that she would have thrown a killing curse at him rather than succumb to her own downfall. She was doubting herself too much. His face fell serious for a moment before she followed it up with a joke on the nurses. He’d spent enough time in Mungo’s to know just how rapidly one little thing could spiral into a wildfire in a matter of minutes. ”They’ve got nothing better to do. Especially when it’s one of their own.” He broke the silence that followed with a question of his own and a glance to the waiter who wasn’t so much telling as he’d hoped.
Gen seemed to follow his look and answered it all on her own. ”Any particular reason you’re.. celebrating?” Celebrating wasn’t the right word and they both knew it but at least it sounded better against the backdrop of the conversation they’d just left.
Post by Genevieve Remy Moss on Feb 21, 2018 19:11:44 GMT -5
Genevieve tilted her head to the side, listening to his words thoughtfully. What were they going to do when retirement became an option? Genevieve never thought of it as an option before but now that she thought about it packing her bags and going to lay out beachside sounded delightful. The warm sand between her toes, the UV rays pinking up her pale skin, and a cold margarita in her hand - what more could she ask for in paradise? The whole idea reminded her of the days she would spend on the beaches of South America with August.
Hearing Az talk about retirement and remembering her days with August made her realize they wouldn't have to wait for retirement to experience that. The condo she and August had owned in Rio was still hers, just empty. Before she could think it over more Genevieve blurted out her idea. "If you can ever pull yourself away from your work you can take yourself and the girls to my condo in Rio," Genevieve offered, silently cursing at herself. She hadn't been back to the place since leaving after August's death years earlier. The bed was still probably unmade. But still, this was Az. She knew he loved his girls more than anything, maybe if he could get some time away he could spend time with them there.
Genevieve felt her cheeks warm at his suggestive comment over still having her. Anywhere else it may have seemed nice and friendly but over a candlelit table while holding hands? It carried a more intimate message. Genevieve forced herself to laugh, "Once you got me in your life it's hard to get rid of me, like an annoying rash that won't go away," Genevieve joked, relying on medical jokes to ward away the awkwardness.
When Azrael pulled his hand away she sat on one of her hands and drummed her acrylic nails on the tabletop with the other. She should've avoided the Imperio curse conversation, it seemed to have popped the little pink bubble they had been floating in. She ignored his response about the curse and went on to the nurses gossiping. "You know they mean well," Genevieve said with a smile, the nurses at St. Mungo's were like high schoolers. Nothing was kept a secret and she knew they went at it like rabbits in the on-call rooms. She remembered before she joined the administration side of things and she too would take part in the high school type shenanigans.
Genevieve couldn't help but laugh at his next question. It was a good thing she hadn't taken another sip of her water, otherwise, she would have had to spit it out. "I don't know if it's really celebrating as much as it is emotional regulation, but hey let's cheers to the fact that we're alive!" Genevieve chuckled, holding up her water glass. How was she supposed to tell him the emotions she was regulating were jealousy, anger, and shame?
Post by Azrael Leland Rutherford on Mar 31, 2018 2:42:49 GMT -5
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real
Gen’s offer caught him off guard on the subject of retirement. He knew enough about her to know where she was from at least though the stories he associated with Gen and Rio weren’t exactly pleasant ones. He considered what he should say carefully. He’d never lost anyone on the scale that she had and he couldn’t begin to imagine what she went through- what she still goes through. Picking up your life and moving on after something like that had to require a storybook for of courage he wasn’t sure he had himself. Zelda leaving to go back to Africa to look after her parents had been painful enough. They needed her and he understood on some level. The two were just friends and that was all they would ever be. Zelda had her own problems without him dragging her down alongside him, something he came to terms with ages ago. It didn’t mean it made it any easier to see such a good friend go. At least he still had Genevieve. Part of him hoped he always would. ”I’ve never seen Rio. It wouldn’t do me or the girls any good if we didn’t have you there with us to show us around.”
He hadn’t mentioned to Gen yet his intentions to adopt JASPER ANDREW RUTHERFORD by the time Christmas rolled around this year but there was still plenty of time for it. He couldn’t pinpoint why but for some reason it almost meant more to him that she be the first person to know that anyone else, even his own children. It was strange to think she held such a sway in his life while keeping her distance, not that he could blame her. His life was filled with an unpredictability even he hated. Loving him in any way other than friends meant long nights filled with worry and uncertainty that he would be coming home. It stood to reason someone that had already lost in their life wouldn’t openly welcome the trainwreck his life could be. ”More like a good memory. One you’re stuck with that brings light to your world, even when you want to be in a sour mood.”
”Emotional regulation.” He repeated slowly, watching her carefully for any tells as to what she meant. Any other context would suggest she was just coping with the aftermath of the fight but there seemed to be something more she wanted to say. She wasn’t drowning her sorrows, that much was obvious at least, so what was it that was bothering her? If she were angry they were mostly bested she would have said as much already. She wasn’t a shy woman, one of the many things he adored about her, but something about the not so subtle way she was looking at him set him on edge. Something was bothering her. Something about him was bothering her. It had to have been the reason she invited him here in the first place after their small avoidance spell. He sighed, leaning back in his chair a little as he considered the best way to approach the topic. He hadn’t done anything worth being upset about that he could remember. Maybe she was upset in general at his failure to keep the DE from the prison? It seemed unlikely. ”I know you, Gen. Something’s obviously on your mind..?”
Post by Genevieve Remy Moss on Apr 6, 2018 15:15:48 GMT -5
Genevieve's face lit up thinking about Azrael and his girls in Rio. She truly loved the place and the energy it held. Carnival in Rio de Janeiro was a festivity she missed. The colors, the costumes, and the people were all so happy and full of life it turned even the most grumpy person into a cheerful individual. She pulled at her hair and smiled at Az. "I guess I'll just have to come with you then," Genevieve said with a tiny smirk. In her head, she was already planning the sights they could see. They would spend the first day on the beach to sleep and take up the sun's rays. Then they could explore the jungles, even go hang gliding.
The only thing keeping Genevieve from her best friend in any romantic way was her own uncertainty. Uncertainty in herself, uncertainty in how Az felt about her, and uncertainty of her own feelings. Would falling for Azrael mean betraying August? She knew her husband, she knew he would want her to be happy and not die alone but things felt unfinished there. Genevieve didn't divorce the man she called her first love, they didn't split up or separate - August had died. What was she supposed to do with that? The closure her type A personality longed for wasn't there and she couldn't get it.
Genevieve had to laugh at his kind words. Azrael was so good to her, he truly brought out the best in her and didn't seem to mind the worst. She couldn't help but smile fondly at him. "I have been told I'm the light of some people's lives," Genevieve joked with a cheeky smile.
Genevieve nodded along with his slow repetition of her words. "Emotional regulation," Genevieve repeated again, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. She kept her grin up but her defenses were coming down. Here was the moment that had been building up for weeks. It had been leaving her so on edge she didn't know where to begin. The knot in her stomach was tied tight and a feeling of worry had begun to creep up her neck. After a little more prompting from Az Genevieve leaned forward and finished what was left in her wine glass for that liquid courage before settling back into her chair, copying his body language.
"I just think it's funny how you kissed the Death Eater in the siege. There was a moment you could have blasted her and you didn't. I guess I'm just confused because I know you Azrael. I. Know. You. I know you hate them just as much as I do and you kissed her? If it were anyone else that kissed her I'd be concerned they were a sympathizer! Like what was that? Did you even consider how I might feel about it? I don't want to make things all about me but come ON Az, you knew I was there. MY husband was killed by those monsters for Christ's sake and you're out here kissing them? I rather you kiss a toad or me, to be frank."
Genevieve took a shaky breath, realizing how shrill her voice had gotten. She put her face in her hands and sighed, trying to calm her breathing and avoid looking at him when her face was this flushed.
Post by Azrael Leland Rutherford on Apr 7, 2018 2:39:24 GMT -5
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real
The conversation remained as pleasant as it ever had with the occasional joke and the suggestive statement that suggested the other meant more than they were willing to let on. Azrael had his doubts that Genevieve was completely alright following everything that had happened but he couldn’t do much more than take her word for it. His concern for her had been obvious in the aftermath of the attack and something he couldn’t dismiss as friendly worry. The upset was written on his face in that waiting room as the staff rushed from place to place helping those they could. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the staff and though he’d hope it would have been kept quiet the two became quite the buzz. There had always been that underlying suggestion of the two of them given the close nature of their friendship. He couldn’t ever say they were just friends or cross that barrier of comfortable conversation in that regard. There was always a need to stay in her good graces, a need to see her smile, something that went well beyond what would be acceptable from a friend.
It only took a second for the atmosphere to change and he felt his smile drop as she adopted his position. She hadn’t spoken yet but he could tell just by looking at her that something was about to occur that even he couldn’t prevent. Gen spoke her mind and he wouldn’t want it any other way, even if it meant he was about to be given the fifth degree over one thing or another. Her concerns weren’t usually misplaced though it left him to question what he could have done to provoke her so. A moment passed before the mention of ZAHRA SAKMET ANAT MOUSTAFA came to the forefront and he glanced away from her for a moment before sitting upright again to take whatever it was she had to say. He kept quiet as her temper seemed to take control of her voice, opening his mouth to speak once before deciding better of it. He hadn’t been aware she’d been conscious to see his decisions when it came to Zahra but he couldn’t say her concerns were misplaced after everything. He couldn’t hold her eyes when she mentioned her husband, rubbing his temple as he considered the best explanation for his actions.
He frowned a little when she asked if he’d considered how she felt about it, confusion shifting to a slight clarity as she continued. Was she bothered he’d kissed a Death Eater or was this something else completely? Was the upset on him having kissed anyone at all in front of her? His reasoning was mostly inadequate. Zahra had kissed him and he used an unconventional distraction technique to see her to the floor when it was done. That didn’t really make it any better. He wouldn’t have hurt Zahra even if he’d had the chance and Gen hadn’t missed picking up on that little detail. His eyes returned to hers when she stated she’d rather he’d kissed her, tilting his head to the side curiously as she buried her face in her hands. Had he heard her right? He could feel the words tightening in his chest as he took a deep breath in, mind racing with the possibility that she could have been walking that line between friendship and questions the same as him. Should he even address the comment on her husband or would that serve to further upset her? She knew how he felt about these people and her situation and he’d be there for her no matter what.
A silence settled about them as he gave her a second to regain her composure before speaking. ”You’re talking like I really had a choice in the matter. She had me down. It was a decision I made in the moment to try and gain the upper hand through surprise, albeit a poor one. I could have put her through a wall but I’m not like the people that blasted a hole through my walls. I-” He paused, deciding to end his argument on the matter there rather than risk a further upset. A few more minutes of silence passed between them before he grinned and that atmosphere shifted as he chose to lighten the mood. ”If it counts for anything, I’d have much rather kissed you.” He teased slightly, focusing on her own words for a moment before realizing how truthful that statement actually was.