#c:alexandria

[ofwishfulthinking]

who: alex @xallmywolvesx where: wine and cheese festival

Attending the festival had been a spontaneous decision. Usually, Edgar wouldn't have even thought twice about it, but this year, he didn't have the excuse of his family or his business to keep him away. "Strange attending one of these things as a participant, isn't it," he asked, glancing over at his sister. Edgar reached out a hand to secure a glass of wine -- it was nothing compared to the wine their family produced, but it would do. It was a nice day, sunny and warm but not overly oppressive, and the festival was small enough that they'd likely be through seeing every stall within a few hours. It was a nice distraction, he decided. "Do you ever think about going back home?"

[aaronhalc]

🔒 - our muses get stuck in an elevator together

“This is one of those moments where I’m beginning to wonder if it is something about me that make things like this happen.” Aaron grumbled when the grinding of the elevator came to a halt and the lights flickered out. Honestly, he really was questioning his luck by this point. “Either that or this town needs an upgrade-- Stop fondling around.” He snapped after a moment.

@alexandriarcsier​

[chip-foster]

@alexandriaheliodor​

It was hilarious, that he thought he’d get any sleep after his shift. He’d been occupied with some...personal business, then hauled into an interview the moment he was found. It set him on edge. He might’ve dozed off, but he spent most of the night staring at his ceiling. He was already on his third cup of coffee when another Gamemaker entered the break room. “G-Gonn-nna need a few more m-minutes,” he said, pointing to the coffee pot. 

[gabrielaofwar-blog]

Moodboard (1/?) -- @alexandriaconway

[derrickincaid]

---- ALEXANDRIA ROBERTS;

“I can relate to that. There are certainly days when I question what kind of fun I could get into if I wasn’t a nurse. I work a lot of tireless hours, and sometimes I wonder what other jobs that I can do that are less exhausting.” Alexandria replied, sending the man a wink. “I don’t think that I could be a stripper either, to be honest. I would probably break my neck trying to walk in the heels that they wear.” She added, knowing that Alix herself was a huge fan of flats. “It sounds like you are able to have a lot more fun at work than I am. Although, granted sometimes the children I work with are hilarious.  

“All jobs are exhausting in their own right.” Derrick responded, “Don’t really think anyone wins in that department, just as long as they like the job, I guess.” Derrick knew that that came a long way. He, himself, had worked some pretty shitty jobs while working his way through the police academy. It truly went a long way when you got up and went out to do something you somewhat enjoyed. Of course, not everyone was that lucky, but for him, he was doing what was the best fit for himself. He gave the girl a small shrug, “Depends on your definition of fun. I mean, I’d consider what I do fun. I enjoy the rush, but not everyone can handle the job.” He stated, “For example, I couldn’t handle yours. While there’s major respect for your career, it wouldn’t be a fit for me. All about taste.”

[ofwishfulthinking]

who: alex @xallmywolvesx where: swolemates, mal's office

This meeting had been weeks in the making. Maybe that was why Malachi was feeling nervous. As he sat behind his desk, waiting for Alexandria to show up, he rearranged the stacks of papers on his desk. Malachi wasn't an overly tidy kind of person -- he preferred a controlled sort of chaos -- but it had been a few days since he'd been able to clean up his desk, and the majority of the surface was covered in stacks of papers. They were important, he knew, as many of them detailed the renovation plans and invoices he'd yet to take care of, but seeing them on his desk made him feel almost claustrophobic in the space. With a sign, Mal combined the stacks and dropped them into the top drawer of his desk.

As he was working, a knock came at his door. Malachi's gaze drifted up to find Alex standing there. "Ms. Fortier," he greeted her with a smile, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. "Please come in."

[ofwishfulthinking]

“It’s the thought that counts,” Edgar mimicked, a sardonic smile spreading across his face. He wasn’t quite sure that he believed that. He’d always been good at things, too afraid that not being good would incur his father’s anger. So, not being good at marriage was simply not something he would accept. He just wasn’t sure that he’d discovered the formula for success yet. “It’s easy with the children,” he admitted with a shrug. At this point, Edgar was sure that he was a better father than he was a husband. The children were relatively easy to please and appease. Plus, they hadn’t managed to master the art of shattering Edgar’s heart with a disappointed look. Not yet, at least. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for them. Nothing else matters. Marco knows that but his idea of love and safety is more emotional than it is physical, and I’m not sure I know how to do that. Not in the way he wants me to.”

Alexandria sighed faintly at his words and nodded in agreement. Until the last year she'd been complacent in the idea that she was just not cut out for a relationship. Her existence was a carefully curated mask, built to perfection in her years playing the part of a good child. It took her so long that her success in Heira Tech, while something she was good at and even loved in a way had only been to show Xavier that she could succeed without him or his Wine empire. Each success a jab at a man who would never accept her. "It appears we are, but atleast we're trying. That's all we can do right? I'm sure Marco can see that, and your children adore you. You have to know you've succeeded in giving them a better home than we ever had, more love and safety"

[chip-foster]

It’d been just a little under three months since Chip officially joined the Gamemaking team. He hadn’t met many beyond those he worked with everyday, but he did recognize some faces. And though if he didn’t really want to, he knew he should make nice with the people he worked even distantly alongside. “H-how’s your department d-doing?” he asked who he thought was another Gamemaker. The shoulder width plus the height and gait told him it was Alexandria, but he was suddenly unsure as he looked at the masked face. The question itself left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he was all around uncomfortable as he waited for a response.

@alexandriaheliodor​

[derrickincaid]

---- ALEXANDRIA ROBERTS;

“Oh wow, it sounds like you have had quite the day.” Alexandria replied, sending the officer a weak smile. She had extreme respect for Police Officers because as a nurse she understood how it felt to work a million hours a week. Not to mention, she had met enough cops while working to know that their job surely wasn’t easy. “Maybe she was just convinced that she could figure out a way to avoid doing time or something. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone talked their way out of something criminal in this country.” She added, shrugging at the man. “That whole situation does sound like a great chapter for a memoir though.”

“You think? Eh, I don’t know, maybe I picked the wrong profession.” He began, “Strippers can make some great money, and what man doesn’t love getting butt ass naked for a group of women?” Derrick went along, completely playing into the scenario for a moment longer, before breaking out into a wide smile. The laugh breaking through once he could no longer suppressed it. “Nah, while I can respect the art, my ass would never make it.” The biggest reason being that he couldn’t dance worth shit, nor did he care to. “Guess I just thought it was funny she thought she’d still be making that party. Or her wedding date, for that matter. Ripping the rug out from under someone who thought they had it beat? It never gets old.”

[ofwishfulthinking]

who: alex @xallmywolvesx where: the stables

In a perfect world, Lindsey would have been able to spend the entirety of her days at the stables. Instead, most days she could barely carve out an hour or two. Today, though, she'd been intentional closing up the shop early and heading over to the stables. "I have this horse," she began. Her fingers ran across the wood of the stalls, the smell and feel of it nostalgic. "Oasis is his name. I'm actually looking for somewhere to house him now that I've permanently relocated to the city. You wouldn't be willing to rent a space for him, would you? I'd of course pay whatever you asked, as well as for any upkeep or extraneous needs." She was sure that, to some, it would've seemed like an outlandish request, but Oasis was her dearest friend, and there would be no limits to what Lindsey would give to ensure his comfort.