xaviercrimson

[xaviercrimson]

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Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his voice rang through. In actuality his voice was her favorite — it was home. She was simply trying to avoid conversation not sink into it. Xavier was a lot more than Cassandra’s baby brother, he was home, he was the only family she had left, and he was her best friend. With all of that love came a lot of protection — too much he might say, but Cass hasn’t really been the kind of woman to welcome people into her life with open arms — not since she had her heartbroken, not since she lost her parents. Technically this was just accepting someone new in Xavier’s life, but even that felt like a difficult task to take on. How the hell was she supposed to ignore emotion and go on as if she had no heart if her brother insisted on delving into topics such as tonights? So, at the sound of his voice, the mere glimpse of his figure, she shot back whatever bourbon was left in her glass. As he ordered his drink, she signaled the bartender for another pour for herself. “A prayer circle? Do you want me to fucking burn?” She scoffed, inhaling sharply, as she released the breath, she released the tension — or at least as much of it as she could. That shouldn’t have been the first thing she had. Well, no going back now. “I’m sorry.” The words would have felt odd if she was saying them to anyone else. Xavier was her exception, to everything in life. “You know I’m not good at letting people in Xav, you know that and you chose a text message to tell me about — what’s her name?” She should have asked that before, she should have tried harder to care. There was no use in could-haves or should-haves, at least she was here now, she would try now. She couldn’t ever shut him out face to face. As their glasses filled her body shifted to face him, resting her arm against the bar, glass in hand — her free one reaching up to grab hold of his. “Tell me everything, really. I do want to know, I promise.” She gave his hand a light squeeze and offered him a smile — a peace offering.

Xav keeps his comments to himself, knowing that if he pushes it, it’ll just to lead to another screaming match. He’s tired of fighting with his sister about something so small; he’s tired of fighting with her period. She’s the only family he has left and if he can’t get her on board with whatever’s going on in his head, then he’s not even sure how to approach anything anymore. “We’re all going to hell anyway so might as well right?” There’s silence then and even though she’s probably the only person that he could be his most authentic self with, he doesn’t know how to broach the topic without setting her off again.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to but Xav wishes it wasn’t to hear Cass actually apologize to him. They’re not good at fighting with each other and it shows. “Violet.” His finger tap on the counter, leg bouncing to wait for the rest of her reaction. “I didn’t think it was too bad because it’s not serious. We’re just fucking around. That’s all. You’re going to see her coming in and out of the apartment a lot so I figured why not tell the other person who’s almost always there anyway.”

He gives her hand a squeeze, relieved that she doesn’t take this against him. “There’s nothing to say,” he rolls his eyes. “I swear you’re making this more than what it is.”

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vimadden​:

violet hated how badly she wanted to see xavier, even with all the constant teasing and back and forth somehow she couldn’t get enough of his stupidly handsome face. when she saw his text she easily that his invite for dinner would quickly turn into one for a sleepover. usually that’s how it went between them, but she never minded because she actually enjoyed his company, not that she’d relay that message to him. 

since the last time she went over his cabinets were starting to look bare, vi did the nice thing and brought dinner and snacks to him. approaching his door with grocery bags on her arm and a full take out bag in her hands she did her best to place a knock against his door. “don’t i know you or what?” she teased, smirking at him as she made her way into his apartment. “luckily i’m two steps ahead of you, xavier.” she walked into the kitchen, knowing the way by heart. placing the bags down on the counter the red head looked over her shoulder, “will you put the snacks away while i take dinner out?” 

Xav doesn’t remember the last time he’s had someone over this much. It’s really only him, Vi, and his sister going in and out of his apartment at this point. While it should point to something he doesn’t want to think about, he can’t deny that the company isn’t too bad. The activities of the night are certainly one he’s grown to enjoy. It’s come to the point that he really doesn’t even look for it from anyone else. Vi knows what he likes; why would he need to put the effort in finding someone who’d probably fuck it up anyway?

There’s an urge to kiss her then, saving them both from a night of going out, doing grocery shopping, and all other things he really isn’t in the mood for. Instead he rolls his eyes, and follows her to the kitchen, taking the items out from the bags. “How much do I owe you?” Xav starts putting them away, using a system that Vi’s somehow managed him to work with. “Jesus, you know that I’m the only one that lives here, right? Why are you buying like we’re about to feed a whole ass army?”

[xaviercrimson]

Usually Xav waits for Gemma to stop by the shop with his orders, but he figures he needs a break anyway. The mayhem at the gala boosted his sales — the ‘safety’ behind a gun looking promising after left with nothing for defense. Managing the cashier wouldn’t be as irritating except for the fact that everyone seemed to have called off. Taking a longer lunch break than necessary, he makes his way to the port. He probably should have asked if she was even available. First stop would be in her office but the sight of the woman in question leaving said office has Xav wondering if there’s finally a break in his streak of bad luck. “You working today?” He takes a look around to see if there’s anyone within hearing distance before adding in. “Came to see if you wanted to test out the new inventory.”

open starter | gemma x anyone location: port of chicago @crimsonstarters​ & here’s her bio

It was no secret Gemma felt most at home near the water. For as long as she could remember, she’d beg to accompany any member of her family if they needed to go to the docks. So when she had the opportunity to finally take it over, she didn’t hesitate. Now, she and Darcy handled everything, each of them taking a different piece of the Port, but also working together. They were an incredibly efficient team, getting more things done than ever before. 

Gemma was working on new orders, Xav had requested some new things. It wasn’t difficult by any means, it just meant she needed to be thorough and careful not to raise any flags. Nothing that out of the ordinary. However, in this moment, she needed a smoke break. Stepping out of her office into the ‘fresh’ air (because really, the smell of fish isn’t exactly fresh), she was quick to notice a figure ahead. She needed to keep the Port safe, especially now. Furrowing her brow, she called out with a brief whistle to get their attention, “Hey,” a pause, “Can I help you?” 

[xaviercrimson]

TW: blood, guns, gore, violence, all that jazz

[xaviercrimson]

Xav has somehow managed to make his way back to the manor, his hand still grasping against the graze that bleeds through the slips of his fingers. The handkerchief does nothing to slow the trickle of blood but thankfully it’s not so much so that he has any danger of dropping out of nowhere. Instructions are to go to the med suite and that’s where his feet take him , ignoring the throbbing pain that seems to center around his shoulder. Entering, he’s only a bit surprised at the sight of Oliver but he shrugs it off, or at least tries to. “Got nicked,” he says presenting the graze, the sight of it infuriating him at his mistake. “I think it’s not too deep. Bullet made its way out anyway so I think worst of it is done.”

Open to: Fausts & Faust Affiliates

After they had escaped the clutches of the maze, and were able to get everyone back to the manor. Oliver had settled himself down in the medical suite. He had stitched himself the best to his capability, and now he loomed over the surgical equipment. Their medic was injured during the attack, but that didn’t mean she was far from observing his work. He winched before he turned to the sound of steps descending into the med suite. Oliver spun to his responsibility, now that the children had also been picked up from the sitter, and were asleep unknowingly of the chaos their family experienced. He could feel the growing hole being burnt into his skull from Eva across the other room.

“Alright, tell me your injury, and we will go from there.”

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It takes a moment to keep his focus from the scent of rust that fills his nostrils but Xav manages to wipe most of the blood off his face. His only thought is to get out, find Vi and Cass, and get them the hell out of there. The maze is difficult enough but Xav’s still trying to get the blood from his vision. As quietly as possible he makes his way around, taking random turns. His phone’s dead and there’s no other way of contacting anyone without outing his location. His best bet is to get through the whole maze and just hope to God he runs into them. If they were smart, they’d be searching for the exit.

Not exactly looking at where he’s going, Xav ends up bumping onto another figure. He steps back quickly, hands already up to shield whatever he can. “Fuck please tell me you’re not one of them.”

closed @strcngerwrcld​

[xaviercrimson]

The champagne flute feels breakable in Xav’s fingers and while he did opt for something stronger earlier, he figures he should keep a level head before Violet calls him out on drinking too much. What she doesn’t know and what he decides to keep for himself just to avoid any arguments is that Xav isn’t used to all of this: the wine, the fancy clothes, the tablecloths that probably have a million thread count. Is that how that even works? Xav’s not sure.

They didn’t come here together and his sister’s probably mingling about so he’s left on his own devices for the time being. The fact that he’s under the same room as the other families doesn’t really deter the man, knowing that when it comes down to it, he’ll go and do his job. It’s basic instinct at this point. Of course it would be easier if he had something on him — irony hits the gun store owner not even packing — but there’s not much he could do there.

Tiny sips, people watching, and standing by the sidelines occupy the man’s time for now. He’s just counting down the minutes until he gets to go home when a voice to his side catches his attention. “That’s poetic as fuck, Shakespeare. You moping because you have the itch to do something?”

A Foreign land {Open}

Walking throughout the crowded room, jacob couldn’t supress the discomfort that he felt within himself, with his shirt collar feeling like vise around his throat, the only comfort he could gain was from the free drinks that flowed through the room, although it wasnt his prefered drink of choice, it was free drinks none the less and that was something not man of his upbringing could ever turn down. Finding himself to the side of the room observing those that mingled with others, it was being quickly clear the faction that stood within the room, although the illusion of fitted suits and sparkling gowns did a exception job to hide what lay below the illusion, passing glances and body language between the select few showed all to clearly that this was anything but a time of peace within the city and more of a temporary cease fire. “All but an illusion for the sake of appearances…” Jacob scoffed as he spoke to himself “What i would give for the days when knowing friend from foe were easy.”

[xaviercrimson]

Alcohol, amongst other things, swim in Xav’s system as he meanders through the crowd of Wolves, avoiding familiar faces that seem like they’d be the type to strike a conversation. While his sister would berate him for being a grump, he feels that his alone time should be treated as such. Though he could’ve gone somewhere quieter to drink or hell, stayed at home to drink, there’s really no other place he’s comfortable in.

Xav figures the cool night air would loosen him up some more and so he makes his way outside, trying to keep his temper from showing when he’s pushed this way and that as he exits the establishment. Too many people out is a clear indication that he should find another place to go to, but it’s too early to go home and it’s too much of a hassle to find another spot. The voice has the man turning, his frown turning into a sneer at the familiar face. “What’s lesson number one, kid? You always gotta be prepared,” he snorts. “Besides, aren’t you like 12? Can’t have a preteen in there you know. Bad for the business.”

OUTSIDE OF WOLVES, 10:04PM.

It’s easy to become an underaged barfly when you have a fake ID. It becomes trickier when you left yours at home. This is the predicament Daniel finds himself in this evening. Normally it wouldn’t be much of a problem, he’s a regular, they know his youthful face. Tonight, the new bouncer is working the door, and apparently he’s a stickler for the rules. Daniel tried to smooze, then beg his way in, but the guy didn’t budge. What a fucking narc. 

In ten months, this won’t ever be an issue again. But until then, he’ll enjoy the things he can legally purchase, like his dwindling pack of American Spirits. He’s planted himself on the curb before the bar. Thinking, planning, praying for a way to get in so he can enjoy his nightly IPA. Daniel’s about to give up, he practically has his arm stretched to throw in the towel, but hope arrives in the form of a familiar face. 

“Hey!” Daniel calls, dropping his cigarette butt on the ground. Standing up, he steps upon the butt to put it out. “You going into Wolves?” He doesn’t even allow a chance for them to answer before he adds, “The bouncer is new, he won’t let me in. Maybe, he’ll let me, if I go in with you?”

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Letting out a little scoff she leaned in towards the man, “What? Don’t like a little mystery?” she asked bringing up one side of her lips before moving straight back in her chair once again. “What do you want to drink?” she asked the man taking off her glasses, “What are you doing here tonight?” she asked still looking in front of her at all the bottles. 

Mystery. Xav resists the urge to point out just how pretentious it all looks. That probably might sway her offer of free drinks so he keeps his mouth shut. “Anything strong. You’re buying so I don’t really care.” The glasses are off so the insults brewing simmer down. “What is anyone really doing out in a bar? Drinking. I drink because it makes me feel good. Why do you drink?”

[xaviercrimson]

If there’s one thing in Sal’s life that he wouldn’t give up for anything in the world, it would be Dylan. Now while he knows his parents had the picture perfect marriage before being gunned down, he’s sure he could top it. What he has with Dylan is something that just makes his world tilt just right.

And so the most logical thing to do is get married. They’re young, but they’ve known each other practically all their lives, so that shouldn’t even matter at this point. While he couldn’t give her the big, fancy wedding she deserved, he managed to save up some money on their ensemble.

Somehow he managed to convince the judge to let Dylan walk down the “aisle” even if standard procedure makes them walk up from a bench. It’s not very romantic but he pulled some strings.

Uncomfortable in his suit, Sal makes himself stand still, waiting for Dylan. The music surprised him a little but a quick glance at his sister’s direction showed him just who was behind the whole thing. He rolls his eyes at her before looking down to see Dylan making her way towards him. Breath taking. Sal isn’t one for sentiments but he could feel his heart clench at the sight.

Fingers interlocking, he smiles down at her, mouthing back his own ‘I love you’ as the judge starts in. He sneaks in glances and tries to keep the stupid grin off his face. “You sure you still want to do this,” he asks, making sure to whisper when no one else is looking. “You still have a chance to back out, you know.”

closed starter for @xaviercrimson flashback — i do. 💍

waking up today was like waking up on heavens ground. there was nothing that could ever possibly top this day — except for maybe their future family. she was marrying her best friend today, and she was sure there was nothing in the world that could ever take their happiness from her.  to most, it was nothing big. a civil wedding ⏤ his sister would be their witness. but it was all that they needed. it had been the three of them for so long ⏤ they were a family. the one thing dylan and sal had agreed to splurge on was what they’d wear. she’d only dreamed of this day since the very first day ⏤ the day she first realized she’d loved him. there were only two things that ever stood out in her mind when she thought of it ⏤ her in a beautiful white dress and sal in a sharp suit. just the two of them as happier as ever. so when they finally started to plan the day, that was the deal ⏤ it didn’t matter where they were, or who was there, as long as the two of them were.  it may have been a just a  civil wedding, but it felt like pure magic. she had his sister to thank for that. she’d convinced them to give the pair a longer slot so that she could play the music as dylan walked in, so that they could share their personal vows. so that this day, could be the special day they both deserved.  she was shaking, but it wasn’t nerves ⏤ she was excited and the adrenaline was coursing through her. she didn’t hold any flowers in her hands, though at this moment she’d wished she had only to hide the anxiety you could see as she fiddled with her hands. she bit down on her lower lip as the music started to play, she closed her eyes inhaling slowly through her nose and exhaling through her parted lips.  she pulled the double doors open, her eyes traveling from the floor beneath her to meeting sal’s. she wore a smile before she saw him, but it paled in comparison to the warmth that filled her now. look at him, she thought, the love of my life, look at how handsome he is. her smile met her eyes, and they glistened, but she wasn’t crying, yet. her feet carried her towards him, but really it felt as if she was floating. her hands reached for his, and the moment they held his, all the nerves melted away. ‘i love you.’ she mouthed, taking her place across from him. 

[xaviercrimson]

Xav’s not sure why or how but he seems to be craving Vi’s presence moreso now. The thought of it actually irritates him and he may have been lashing out lately, but it’s still something he needs to process. After his disastrous talk with his sister, he decides to actually take matters into his own hands. How? He’s not quite sure yet. All he knows is that talking to Vi is out of the question and so he has to act as normal as possible. Well, normal for him is a standard asshole, so maybe he should lay off of that.

After sending out a text to meet him in his apartment again, it takes a few moments to realize that he actually has no food in his kitchen. Knowing Vi, he’d probably get made fun for it, too. Sighing, he’s about to order them something when there’s a knock on the door. Too late. With a firm set on his shoulders, he makes his way to his entrance, wrenching it open with “we have nothing to eat” already slipping from his lips.

closed @vimadden​

[xaviercrimson]

This is what happens when Xav decides to be a little open with his life for once. He could have gone it a better way, but his sister is someone he doesn’t necessarily keep secrets from and so whilst he’s wracking through the inner turmoil on just what Vi was, he figures why not let her in on it too.

Mistake. A huge one, apparently, as the response he was expecting differed greatly from the ones he got. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Xav tries to not fling his phone across the wall. It’d be a bitch to get a new one. Now while he could just let his sister blow off some steam, he also doesn’t want her to go around the city in this mood and so like any good brother, he goes and looks for her.

It’s no surprise that he finds her drinking in a bar. Throwing an angry glare at anyone who looks like they’d take advantage of her, he makes his way to the seat beside Cass. “God you’re so fucking dramatic,” he throws back, ordering a drink for himself because why not. “This isn’t high school or a prayer circle, Cass. This is me telling you that you’re taking all of this way out of proportion.”

location: cataleya open to: all

it was like any other tuesday for miss harris. how did that drake song go? in the club going up on a tuesday. well, this wasn’t a club, but that was fine by her. she wasn’t really here for a party tonight, she just wanted to take the edge off, and alcohol did that. the edge she needed to cut was a pure result from the thread of texts between her and her brother. it wasn’t a bad conversation necessarily — he wanted to tell her about the new girl he’d been seeing. her eyes rolled at the thought. she knew nothing of the girl, other than the mere assumption that she wasn’t good enough for her brother. no one was. she figured it would be better for her to not express her dislike for a woman she didn’t even know. so instead she let him talk, while she drove herself back to sanity. she sat at the bar with a bourbon on the rocks, twirling the glass in a circular motion, trying to fill her mind with anything, anything at all, just not that. she took a sip from her bourbon, and offered a smile to whoever it was that decided to fill in the seat beside her. “careful, tonights mood might rub off on you — the alcohol hasn’t hit yet.”

[xaviercrimson]

Xav leans back, careful as to not let himself fall off the bar stool, but with a couple of shots in, he’s surprised he hasn’t made a fool of himself yet. He raises a hand to order another round when someone offers him one. While he’s not sure if it’s free or not, he gives the woman a shrug. “Fine by me.” He turns to her fully, regarding her with a sneer. “So you always go around with sunglasses like a douche or is this a trend you’re following?”

Anita sat at the bar of Eden looking around the club. Even though it was dark she still wore her sunglasses low on her nose. People asked why this is the place she hung out the most and it was because no guys hit on her usually since they are too busy looking at the dancers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone sit beside her, “Want a shot?” she asked not even fully looking over at them. 

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angel’s smile drooped when he grabbed the cup, downing the rest of her own drink. that was definitely not what she had in mind when she’d promised alcohol. “well geez xav. hey don’t judge the short red head trying to navigate in this mass of people,” she told him. he seemed upset by something but angel would push it. “alright let’s go get drunk!” she said, trying to lighten it up. 

Xav rolls his eyes, making his way through the crowd without slowing the least bit down. “Not my fault you can’t keep up.” The bars surrounding the area are filled with people and he’d just go and drink in the comfort of his own home but Vi did make him take her to that stupid movie later. “Just get me drunk, Angel,” he practically orders, pushing his way in to a decent enough establishment.

[xaviercrimson]

There’s no set routine to Xav’s workout, usually finding himself so in tune with his body that he knows exactly what to do to make it seem like he’s good for the day. For that specific mood, he decides a jog around the park would make do. The conversation with Vi as well as the not date still has the man in a sour mood. It’s the confusion that sets in whenever he so much as has a fleeting thought about what it could mean that really sets him on edge.

So lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the stick thrown his way until he narrowly dodges it. If Blair could see him now, so distracted that he can’t even fend off a stick, she’d probably make fun of him for it. He’s not so much of a pet person. Xav’s already got himself to worry about and he doesn’t need something that won’t even pay rent living in his home. Crouching down, he ignores the owner at first, weighing the stick down as if he’s actually contemplating at playing with this thing and ends up heaving it far across the park. “You should be careful where you throw things man,” he gruffs out, throwing a glare at the stranger.

@crimsonstarters​ LOCATION: chitown park STATUS: open to all 

archie’s dog was almost as big as him. walking around on all fours, the malamute stood at over two feet but when he liked to jump up on archie’s shoulders, the dog would meet his height. so when archie took wade out on walks, he tried to be mindful of people who thought wade’s size was terrifying after a few instances of children crying or grown men shitting themselves. but it wasn’t so easy to keep his dog contained when the park was so busy. 

picking the barest section of grass he can find, he lights a cigarette and picks up a stick from the floor, launching it over and over for wade to retrieve. after a few minutes of back and forth and the stick now thoroughly covered in dog saliva, arch throws the stick and just missed the shoulder or a passerby. “shit, sorry!” but wade runs to retrieve the stick regardless and instead of racing back to archie, he drops the stick in front of the stranger. arch runs over, grabbing wade by the collar to stop him jumping up. “ha, sorry, he just really likes strangers.”

[xaviercrimson]

👀 do you have feelings for anyone?

I have a lot of irritation towards certain people who make things confusing.