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About Alexander Winfield

  • Birthday 04/25/1999

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  1. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    "Hey, that was smooth and good. You love my quirkiness." Eyebrows wriggled once more as his lips pursed together in an effort to design a silly expression. It seemed as if some of the important ladies in his life had finally started to get along with one another. That was the kind of path he wanted for them, that bond that could develop especially since the both of them could potentially need it with the coming issue on the horizon. He knew, however, that not every feeling couldn't easily be assuaged and that time would need for that kind of closeness to develop in many cases. "It's definitely much better than leaving them in the 'care' of my Mother, that's for sure." If they ended up turning out like Lauren or even the awkward Lorelei it could make things a bit more difficult. It also meant that what ever had been targeting Cassandra and her family would also target their daughters once it had been figured out. "Understanding the Wizarding world would help them out anyways too. It may not be their magic style, but the studies do bring a kind of awareness of the society and the way they work. Can't pass up the benefit of being social, either. That helps a lot more than anything else so that they don't end up so unattached." A soft sigh exhausted from him as he thought about all the possibilities and hurdled they'd need to go through, deciding what the right path could be with the least amount of danger. "We'll have to see how the world is different when they come to that age, right?" He had intended to make it to see them grow up, to raise them himself. However, Alex ended up gasping at the accusation that he had cheated for his win. "I'm hurt, HURT! That you would call that cheating! It was a strategic victory." "Ahaha... Yea, I guess to me it's more a matter of the reality that me knowing that only helps me feel better. Out there? It's still going to dictate a hell of a lot." It was the truth he'd hoped to avoid for so long, that capability wouldn't deign to decide so much of his life. But in a world of Magic, where doing things at the flick of a hand, the call of will itself had been the societal norm for success? He had to work harder to prove, work harder to hide and to protect so much all at once. "Sidelines? You? You'd practically be in the game, grabbing my wrist pulling me along and slapping people out of the way. Hahaha." Imagery had been a cute thought and more ironically that he could actually see that occurring. "She did seem happy about the thought of me choosing to want to work in medicine. Still weird having someone that is proud in that manner." By that, he meant more in the position of a 'Mother-like' figure. "Understanding what Muggles have discovered themselves might actually be super important to, the two differences or even whatever maybe similar might help find that answer that I'm looking for. I don't expect it to be anytime soon but one day... One day I'm hoping to find the solution." If life chose to make it unfair for those like Himself, Caleb, and DJ? Then he'd force it to play by his own rules by leveling the playing field. "And don't worry, I don't plan to give up the Guitar. . . But I do plan to give up -A- Guitar. I plan to give Sapphire to Caleb." Alexander pouted and added the puppy dog eyes to boot as she chastised him about his thoughts. "I can't help that I want to build with you~. I even do readings to see just how big of a family we'd have. I mean, I don't see shit because it literally hurts. But I think it's the thought that counts! Er. . . Well, it's the thought that got us in this situation, eh?" He chuckled lightly at the playful wording. He enjoyed the abrasive nature of McBobbin and even more enjoyed the way he tended to show his care by watching over the children. There were times he even swore he could see him watching over Cassandra in the dead of night. A bit too much like Chucky for him but it was good to know someone else looked over her too. "Alchemical Gold, I want to see if he guts nutty over it! What can I say he deserves to be rich like an Irishman." He shifted a hand to weave through her red hair gently. "Hey, stop ruining my other gifts! Because I got you a -naughty- version of your Hogwarts stuff with Gryffindor on it."
  2. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    "Flattery did take me to Ireland." Alexander's eyes brows wriggled at the insinuation, he rather enjoyed the 'Homeland' he'd visited on various occasions. "Oh, yea, I get what you mean. That feeling that the atmosphere just seems a tad bit. . . Off." When he first moved in with Cassandra and Cate he felt as if he needed to play a secret agent in a home that wasn't truly home to him at that time. Almost as if strangers had housed him and humored him for a temporary moment even though they had been anything but. Sniggling queued as she nudged him and his smile beamed happily. It dimmed slightly as she went into details on what she'd meant by different. "Otherworldly. . . Yea, that would definitely be pretty bad considering that'd be largely eye catching." Though he didn't see it with his own eyes or in his own dreams the picture had been illustrated to give the girls their own style while still having bits and pieces of their heritages embedded inside. "If they actually do pop out like that then we'll have enough time to come up with a plan so that it doesn't draw them attention they don't need." That wasn't a promise he knew that could be kept either. Not when he thought of Lauren and Lorelei's own situation which caused him to bite at his lower lip. "Hahahaha, Oh, we're tossing out that kind of stuff now huh? I can always break out Sapphire and serenade you, the right song and tone will have you dropping your panties faster than a drop bear." In one fell moment he could feel lust and love of unimaginable levels when it came to her, almost as if there had been some hormonal trigger that didn't understand pacing. It always surged in a wave that refused to be held back, probably one of the few reasons that ended them up as future parents. "Just remember, I still have the winning score of knocking you off your feet." It may have been due to the sudden marriage proposal but he had now officially counted it as a point in his arena. After explaining his personal opinion and what he'd expected to be his position in the grand scheme of the schooling and the future then it had been his own turn to listen to her. She'd always been a support for him even before he'd knew about Adele - maybe barely but the fact had always been that since he'd arrived at Tallygarunga the young woman had been there as a helping hand. Often a pushy hand to try and keep him going even when he held the more grim realization in words of certain circumstances. "Well, yes, I know that. You know that and my family knows that. . . But that isn't really something that I can go around saying as an actual excuse given the circumstances." As far as the modern wizarding world knew what he was didn't 'exist' or no longer existed depending on what long-lived crackpot a person would listen to about beings that once made their life on the world and no longer do. "Considering the Head Master is wrapped up in it due to Lauren then maybe he might understand better my predicament being uh. . . Well, different. But even then, even knowing all that knowledge and wanting to apply it. . . The success rate of doing it right now is rough." A sad smile formed and it had been followed but a softer sigh. "I also had been considering that it maybe less of a burden on Adele and the Head Master trying to find reasons or excuses for me. To be honest, I don't think the whole 'I'm sick' bit is going to fly much longer." He forced the smile to be a bit brighter as if he'd been telling a badly designed punchline. "Not to mention, I'm going to have to learn how this new kind of magic works once it has room to breath away from my Wizarding blood. I can just see it now. . . Still making random fires! At least I know not to go thinking of growing a family unless we -both- agree." What changed the solemn moment around in the quickest turn for him had been the look on Cassandra's face when she opened up her gift. All Alex could do had been to stare on her teary eyed expression in awe. That was the smile that he worked hard to see every day and put in all the effort to see that light in her eyes twinkle. "Hormones? Is that my name now?" He nudged her gently while he laughed. "I hope McBobbin gets used to it, I had to go around looking for the one that would be a nice home for him and also give him all the stares and admiration for people that see him. If he really needs it I can always hang a four leaf clover on the in side, give the whole good luck appeal to things!" His hand slid along Cassandra's cheek and rubbed it gently. "He's looking out for the cool kids in the house, he's got good taste! Haha, I imagine he'd probably watch over them like a hawk. What he won't expect is that they'd be watching back like a hawk. It seems like most people on my mothers side of the family have that steely gaze bit going on. I think it skips generations though." The only stare Alexander seemed to have had been a 'Come hither' one. "Also I got something a bit. . . Geeky, but I loved it too much to not do it." He gently stood up and grabbed hold of a somewhat medium box that typically signified a form of article of clothing. Then it had been placed next to Cassandra where once opened it would be a green shirt with golden trims, Kingfisher on the center of it with words that encircled around it obnoxiously '#SpencerForLife'. "I know. It's corny, awful, but that's what makes it so amazingly great."
  3. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    "So far, It's gotten me a lovely wife. I think It's winning out on anything else after that." Flattery, it had been a tool of safety for him every so often. At least if it had been believed. "Who said anything about the house itself? I know, I know. . . It's a lot more restricted with everyone around. But our room is our room and I think here... We can wear whatever or nothing at all." It meant less of their 'sexcapade' moments like the hot tub back at Cate's place. But it also meant they'd have the found of getting creative, going out or maybe even to some fancy hotel just to celebrate a proper noise making. He wasn't sure how temporary this all would be but he also couldn't leave Adele and the others without knowing for certain they were all okay and that they'd be okay afterwards. "I think the answer is 'Alexander'. But I could be wrong." A cheeky grin formed. Alex chuckled and then shrugged casually. "Do we really fit in at school? A sick guy, Irish chick - Married - and randomly finding little corners of the school to canoodle in. I'm pretty sure that final part is the ONLY normal part." He wasn't sure if that was a good relation or bad but fitting in had never been a strong suit for him. "I figured they'd be beautiful though. They're bound to take after their mother." Even though they often joked about how all of his relatives looked as if they belonged in a Bay Watch sequel, to him Cass held a beauty that had been breathtaking. "Oh? I'll have to 'deal'? Hm... Well, If I don't think I can argue with that. It would be a shame if you pinned me down and found all my triggers to submit willingly!" While it did weird him out if she managed to hit the right buttons it would easily fly out the window. Resistance had always been a futile attempt even when they both agreed they needed to be 'good' it some how always turned out to end up with undergarments flung about. "Tell me about it. . . But I can say I somehow ended up happy." There were moments of stress, still are in many cases. Yet, regret hadn't been a thing within him other than not having the time to introduce his father properly to Cassandra, To Adele. Even with the time he'd spent getting to know Rheldor and the way he took to the man he often felt as if he didn't deserve a second chance with his biological Father. "Huh. . .? Well, yea. . . That. . . Would I have much of a choice? I mean, Cass, I'll most likely be twenty repeating the Sixth year. If anything it maybe better to drop out and go after an equivalency." Things hadn't worked out as he had hoped but they had resolved as he had expected. His head leaned back gently against the headboard, her presence against his side had been comforting but it still didn't assuage the full weight the topic held on him. "Oh boy, bullied to staying in school. You're sure showing the heavy hand there!" Even as her lips pressed against his once in a small embrace the sense of mediocrity lingered inside. He'd been behind so badly, unable to make the proper proof on why he shouldn't be in that current position. The feeling of having dreams but being in a position that they couldn't take the proper root and grow, that he had been on the whims of another's judgement on whether he'd been prepared or not for the next complicated step. Cassandra's demand of a present struck the dejected thoughts with a sheer forceful punch. His genuine smile beamed as he started to shuffle and gave a flourished bow. "But, of course, Mi'lady." The first present he had in mind to give her had been one he rummaged through for quite sometime in trying to get. Shifting towards one of the medium sized ones with wrapping paper that looked very much like a Leprechaun. It was then gently placed on the bed. "This one I got because I know how much a certain little heirloom means to you, the importance. Something for. . . Protection and to pass on to the girls when the time is right." If she were to open it she'd find there would be a glass case, much similar to the one perceived for the Rose in Beauty and the Beast. Except it would hold a stand for a puppet-like object, the glass itself had been enchanted with a clear pristine case designed for protection and admiration. Next to the display case had been a series of tools ones designed to maintain it with care, without having to rely on using the wand but putting the hands to productive work. "I remembered back at the party how you said if anything were to happen to him it'd be pretty much a downer. . . So, I had always thought, what about a case when you aren't busting him out to party? One that shows your proud heritage? But also, a few tools here to really get personal and close. That's what makes a heirloom even more special from generation to generation. Not the dust or the history but the care."
  4. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    "What? Me? No. Don't you know? Part of my condition is selective hearing and manufacturing of conversations. It's very common for those in my position." Alex's smile grow wide as if he were completely innocent. Every look within his eyes screamed the very contrary of it all. "Technically. . . She's a Queen elsewhere too. . . But that's not the point here! It's your birthday. It's a lot of firsts here. Your first birthday in the land where everything tries to kill you, your first birthday with your Husband. " The thought alone reminded him every day that they were building a family way ahead of the schedule that they'd both wanted. No regrets, but it had been an unexpected surprise for him. "I wanted to also show you how much I appreciated your existence. Things have been. . . Rough this years. I wouldn't have gotten through any of it without you." If it weren't for Cassandra and Adele he wouldn't know where he'd be with anything. The taste of her lips against his sent a relieved sigh, the way she kissed him anytime felt like it tackled every stress that his mind could hold. Smitten, would be an understatement on how he felt for her. "I know it's a lot of food. But I just couldn't decide on what to present to her Majesty. So, I opted for making some of your favorite things and letting you decide!" His attention turned back to the presents that littered the room just behind him as he chuckled. "Well. . . Some presents are specifically more for me than for you." The amount of lingerie he'd picked out in her size just to allow her to feel always sexy in her own right when they cuddled and shared a bed and managed to do the good bedroll tussle. "Now, I know you've been down in the dumps a bit on being set back again with the pregnancy and all. . . But I wanted to show my support also too that once they are born you will have full choice to follow that dream. Dance shoes and new leotards." If she'd been adamant about him following the path of medicine and never stopping his music, then he could only show the same faith in her. If she wanted to be a dancer he would do whatever was necessary to allow her to get that dream. An eyebrow raised and he shrugged. "It's possible? With their magic and yours connected as they are. . . It could be kind of foresight in a way?" He scoffed lightly. "Oh, I know. But I also know the whole energy bit too - That and the fact they did make you walk an extremely long trek just to get to Adele's place." He also hadn't forgotten the way she stared at him, as if they knew exactly whom he was without him saying a thing. While he tried not to allow that awareness dictate when he gave Cass all of her Alex time, it had been difficult. He'd have to make it up to her afterwards and avoid his thoughts on making a family being a founding moment. "Sleep? As if I would ever let you sleep the day away." He sat comfortably next to her feeling that presence of her head leaning against his shoulder. "You don't need to thank me, Cassy Cat. I do it because I love you and also because I like to see you smile. Probably one of the best smiles around town." A hum resonated as he leaned his head against hers gently. "You know, it wasn't all that long ago we met and from there things kind of just. . . Barrel rolled. You know, with you hitting on me in the Common Room." He gave a grin, that wasn't the exact interpretation on what happened a few months ago. "It's almost already the ending of the year, too. Just a few more weeks. "
  5. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    Everything had been planned mentally and it all needed to go perfectly well without a hitch. Even with the protests of him not making it such a big deal, he needed to do it. Not just for the reasons that they might lose one another but it was more attributed to the fact that he wanted each memory to be one everyone could look back on and see the positive impact behind it. The intentions, the fun, the connections that grew and were established with everyone around at that time. That included their daughters who in their own way would be aware and remember this day as vividly as anyone. This also felt like a proper solution to fight against the darkness that the nightmares held when they came back, the change had been rough and he knew it. Being exposed to Caleb, DJ, and Adele probably helped a bit too in trying to shape a protected and secure environment. Alex knew, however, that it would feel much different than the protection Cate's own presence and work had given. That familial security that couldn't easily be replicated without work and effort. As much as he wanted to look like an innocent bystander the shit-eating grin that had been unending showed every ounce of the Cheshire Cat deep inside of his little Spencer heart. "Really? That's what you said? I thought you said 'I hope my husband spoils the mess out of me! Because I am a Queen!' Which, you are in my eyes." She deserved to be respected and held up to him and what better day to let it be known he'd always do so than her own birthday? "Oh, hey, hey. That's a pretty heavy knighted title given by the Queen! . . . Mmmm, I shall take it gladly!" Arms lifted up the full weight of the tray. "Now sit up, because boy do I have a surprise for you that would make a kid hyper for -days-." Did he really need to make a Fae MORE hyper? Probably not. But he tried to incorporate a breakfast with a few of her favorite choices in the realm of sweets. If she decided to sit up he'd gently place the tray on top of her lap. But regardless he'd explain his 'Menu'. "We have. . . Scrambled eggs with cheese, Home Fries, a lovely waffle in the shape of a fish - You would not believe how long it took me to get THAT right, topped with Phish Food. I know, I'm awesome and funny even in cooking!" He laughed and allowed for his grin to grow even more. "With the ever so warming presence of a Super Duper Hot Chocolate with loads of marshmallows." Finally the smile lightened as he glanced back towards the presents. "And a bunch of presents of varying things! All courtesy of your adoring Husband and our Daughters who probably worked well to give me a bit of time to prepare all this." He couldn't imagine the scene that they drafted for the Young woman but whatever it had been was just what he needed timewise. "We're going to have a very full day too. I know you've been getting more tired lately so I promise it won't be literal running around but I figure we could go exploring near a river, dunk your feet in a bit. Then the four of us could have a nice little picnic as a form of lunch." There were other things he wanted to offer but with the girls as aware as they are well. . . He was much too conscious to offer up a sexy time card for his lovely Red-Head. "And Dinner? Well, that's going to be a surprise from all three of you." As much as he could keep anyways.
  6. Class The way that Boulder Rolls

    A gaze shifted towards one of the other students as he watched the pebble sized rock smack her dead center on the forehead as if a rubber band effect. He winced with a pained expression that formed in sympathy. "Ouch. . . I think she won in the whole 'Who did worse' line up this time." Then again. . . He looked down towards his own rock that hadn't even propelled. "Retract that, I'm still bottom bad for that." The tips of his fingers scratched into the back of his head in slight frustration that had been stripped away by the consistently growing tree. "Woah. . . I thought I was the only one you made grow." He mumbled in a whisper. Probably not the time for one of his lines. Then he kneeled down and picked up the rock in his hand and tossed it up a couple of times. He just said create the rock and make it hit right? He never said in -WHAT- fashion. Fingers wrapped around the stone tightly and he slid his wand into a holster that hung at his belt for it and then he got into a pitchers position. Lined his eyes up with the boulder he intended to hit before then game the forceful throw as it smacked and bounced off. "Done. Ha! Magic thought it'd beat me this time, didn't think I'd pull that off." He wouldn't get many chances for that to happen. Alexander passively listened to the Teacher and whatever questions he'd answer yet his attention drew more towards the tree when Cass brought it back to focus again. He made his way up to it and pressed a hand against it just to feel the life filled surface of it with a soft smile that grew on his face. "This is still pretty awesome." At least with her particular accident something good occurred which was still a positive thing in his mind.
  7. Invite The Queens Day (November 25, 2018)

    Alexander Winfield
    To say that the last few weeks had been a chaotic whirlpool of depression and sadness would be an understatement. Luckily, it wasn't ONLY a black abyss with the small bits of good news being heavy in quality in his opinion. Today being one of those days that would be one of pure light and goodness even if he needed to pull the very sun into the room at any cost. He'd risen up early, before the sun even would peak in a blinding light as he needed to prepare for Cassandra's birthday. There were plenty of preparations that needed to be done and it all had to be in place before her eyes opened up or else it all would have been a botched surprise to see a smile on that beautiful mug. Each movement intended to be that of a Ninja or his impression of a ninja as his gaze turned to the dozing red-haired woman. A single finger pressed to his lips. "Now you two need to work with me here, alright? No sudden motions or power jumps, okay? This is Mommy's day and it needs to be a perfect one. Operation: Happy Fairy is a go." It felt weird knowing that they could understand and feel, that they held enough awareness and control. But it worked in his favor in hoping that they'd behave themselves until the perfect moment to wake her up. Then he bolted out of the room on his tip-toes where he'd sneak towards the living room. It didn't feel weird with the new living arrangements but it meant that he needed to be even -more- stealthy and careful to not wake up a bunch of people. He pulled out a few presents out from the back closet where he had hid them for sometime a neat little trinket that had been enchanted as a form of camouflage on them. When he removed it a trove of them came into perfect view where he'd take each one and brought them back to their own room and strategically placed them in a winged form. Some on the left side of the door against the wall, some on the right arranged with the smaller presents at front and larger ones built up at the back like a series of sky scrappers. For the last few months he'd been saving up, pulling out more gigs in different parts of the city and different events to make this a memorable Birthday. It seemed that had been his gimmick, make birthdays memorable in their own way. Once he double checked to make sure each gift had been moved into the room he rerouted to the kitchen where he'd start to make up a Breakfast meal of unique variety. Hand prepared waffles in the shape of a well-crafted fish, crisp and crunchy edges along that ran in good consistency. On the side he made a batch of home fries, scrambled eggs with cheese, and topped off the waffle with Phis Food ice cream. A bit of an extra treat that he'd looked up in a recipe, usually it used something like Vanilla but a quick exchange had been easy enough. He took up a wooden tray and carried it along with everything placed neatly on a tray with a tall glass of super duper hot chocolate with marshmallows cascaded inside and already at a half-melted form while he made his way back to the room. Once inside he set the stand up, placed the tray on top of it neatly and clicked in a few straps to hold its edges down securely to allow it to take on a portable form. Both hands pressed against the wooden handles and he pulled the platter up and walked his way towards the Bed, the bright rays of the sun had already started to peer through the window in a warm greeting. "Okay girls, It's show time. Give mommy a gentle wake-up."
  8. Invite Something Happened

    Alexander's eyes narrowed towards Adele at the question where two of his fingers would pinch together and slowly slide along the length of his lips. "I can't tell, Doctor-Patient privilege!" Mostly because it was a bit fun to keep her wondering on the true teller of secrets. Though he personally found it quite adorable that she'd try to hide the talent behind that form of humbleness. A desire to hear everyone play and express themselves through the instruments had always been there and knowing that it was possible for everyone part of him wanted Caleb's idea for a Band to come to the surface in full force. Now with a brief moment of silence and a slow in his chosen activity while waiting for the treats to finish cooling and the girls to get back, thoughts rampages through his mind on the various things that had happened tonight. It was all exhausting and not just for those that had been much more impacted than himself - Adele, Jezebel, and Améa had gone through an ordeal with Lauren and Lorelei holding a heavy burden of the events that had occurred. He had started to feel a bit more lost as if the Maze of uncertainty had only grown deeper. It was uncertainty that drove at a slight uncomfortable pit at the depth of his stomach on where the next movement for their family would be, beyond dealing with the fact someone had wanted to take someone important to everyone and had been more than willing to cause pain and death to try and make that point. He leaned against the counter with his elbows rested on top of it, a hand breezed through his hair and grasped it lightly. "I'm going to have to make these days memorable for everyone. . . Which means Christmas is probably going to be a very interesting time of year." After a heavy huff pushed by his lips he'd turn around and awaited for Adele and Cassandra to come back with the blankest. Maybe building up some forts would help distract himself from the wandering thoughts.
  9. Ha, a Formal Ball. When was the last time I slapped a suit on? Though I don't think I trust Professor Sparky with deciding music. I may have to do a Spencer hijack moment. 🙄

    1. Cassandra Sullivan

      Cassandra Sullivan

      April. And I hear he's dating a musician, maybe she'll guide him for that (not that I don't agree we should take over at some point.) Honestly, I'll be happy if I even fit any of my dresses, otherwise there's a shopping day with my name on it.

    2. Alexander Winfield

      Alexander Winfield

      April... Haha, yeap that's pretty far back. Hey, no one has smooth music takeovers like me, you know this! Shopping day sounds good I can think of a few girls who need the distraction.

  10. Invite Something Happened

    Alexander had to hold the hope that Bethianna would arrive when she felt it was suited, though in his opinion it had never been a 'late' arrival but surely one of impeccable timing. He'd been trying not to fall into a habit of constantly relying on her, to allow her to gain proper rest but also not to abuse or take for granted that established connection between the two of them. But the knowledge and the effects that could echo from the pregnancy had a cost that couldn't be ignored by him. The widest smile that he could have possibly grown shone and it had been from the simple sight of seeing his sister blush. Actually -blush- in embarrassment, it must have been an early Christmas present because it was one of those rare moments he never thought to see for the next thousand years or so. Though he made no call of attention to it leaving her that much dignity to keep her usual 'face'. "Caleb might try to induct you too knowing that, Cassy Cat. Better sharpen up quick to keep up with us long termers." He gently squeezed her shoulder playfully. "And you're totally going to play for me one night when you least expect it, Del." That she could hide such a thing from him! It hurt his musical soul! Not really, but he was happy to see that she did indeed hold that talent which seemed to be a trait many in the family did. An artistic nature even if it held varied degrees between everyone it was a way for them to connect. Curiosity struck within him if any of them have truly attempted to connect in that way, to send their message where words just wouldn't suffice? "Sounds good! Doctor Cook needs to do just that! Kind of." A shrug flowed as if he were just trying to make bad puns. Well, at least he had the 'Dad' puns in the bag whenever the time came for the youngster's to emerge and full grasp and understand. In the moment that the two women had left he turned around to face the counter and wall and the usual smile express dropped slightly and a soft sigh exhausted. 'Didn't expect exhaustion to hit me like this. . . But can't stop, won't stop.' Words of realization within his own mind rang. After another inhale and exhale his smile grew back as if trying to fight off the tide of darkness, natural. Afterwards he proceeded to gather up various ingredients. Primary ones that would make up, as expected, the 'Marshmallow Squares' had been the full form marshmallows, vanilla extract, only a hint of cinnamon for a gentle kick of flavor, and rice cereal - which tended to be a better options with vanilla and cinnamon addition. After the butter had been added to grease the pan, the marshmallows added and melted into it making a thick sticky paste, and finally the rice cereal smothered over and mixed around within it the process of putting it on a baking sheet commenced. He flattened the concoction out evenly and placed it into the fridge for the time being while he handled the clean up of the new mess. "By the time they get back and we put everything up. . . Should be close-ish to finish. . ." A lot of hijinks could happen between setting up a blanket and pillow fort that could make the time fly by unknowingly. At the very least, it seemed the two important people to him were starting to get a bit more comfortable around one another. But it dawned on it just for a brief moment. . . "Crap, I'm out numbered even more now."
  11. Invite Something Happened

    "Ah well. . . You know." Alex shrugged lightly at being the one pointed out. "Some people stay optimistic because the grimness of their reality is far worse." His hand raised and waved dismissively as if that hadn't been his own reason. "Others, like my lovely self? We know that ignoring the actual good things is how you get truly burned." After all, If he had chosen to storm out of the Library the day he met Adele? He wouldn't have a Sister, a family. No, if he'd be much more similar to some of the other family he probably would have distanced himself quick and fast. Though he nodded gently. "Right, their safety and yours is extremely important. They'll have yours and their best interest in mind. I promise tonight isn't a good way to gauge it." A good point had been made which caused him to laugh lightly. "Then it means I'll have to study hard to see where the difference would link to. The Fae are quite ancient in their own form of Magic. Unlike Wizardry which in consideration is far younger." His fingers tapped at the edge of the chair he sat upon the tune of it helped for his mind funnel through information. "I'll probably be working with someone else that is very aware of the condition of the Sorceraic blood. I'm sure between that knowledge and whatever can pop in my crappy noggin, might be able to get a good understanding of it." At the very least that meant he didn't have to worry about Cassandra as much in certain ways if the twins would keep her protected. A sigh pulsed from him as he started to stand up and headed towards his bag as he started to rummage through it. "You'll find Del is full of surprises." His eyes narrowed slightly as a grin touched his lips. "I have it on good authority that she's actually an accomplished pianist in her own right." That one he'd been holding in for sometime since Caleb had told him. The young lad desired a family band after all, well, an almost family band with a few being pushed out of the chance to do so. His handed lifted up as a finger pointed towards Cass. "Exactly! Blanket forts with a bunch of snacks to get the best snack hangover in existence." A small bottle had been pulled from his bag where he'd snap it open and roll out a couple of small objects from it, they almost looked gelatin-like with a deep orange-brown coloration. Then proceeded to toss them into his mouth and chew. "If you have marshmallows and a box of cereal, cinnamon, powdered sugar, and some vanilla extract I can make something up something quick." Alex held many 'survival' talents especially after certain events in the beginning of the year and he'd took to cooking quite easily. It did help that it went hand-in-hand with his desire for medicine. "Luckily you don't have to hear me play a guitar. I left Sapphire behind. Heart breaking, I know - Old gal probably misses me."
  12. Invite Something Happened

    Alexander always knew the subject was touchy that the effect of it all wouldn't be some easy to speak truth and he'd even been prepared for Adele to put up resistance. But it was a flood of emotions that stemmed from both women. A persecution on a level he couldn't relate towards, not in being what he had been as of yet. He was aware of the beginning of the things she'd spoken. Something of similar aspect said by the couple of their race that he'd asked, those that had offered up information for him to understand to break certain naïve penchants. Immediately he'd begun to look around for a chair because he couldn't stand and contain both such floods without being like a dam to brook them. Once located he situated just between the two and sat down and his hands extended out to both of them as he clutched. "Hey, hey. I understand this a charged subject. A lot of hurts and assumptions, hurts that are quite beyond me, let's be honest here." He kept his gaze forward towards the wall, looking at either of the women would be too heavy for even him understanding his own care to see the hurt he's always seen etched on their faces would do him no avail. "Del, I don't think either of us our naïve enough to believe it's time for the world to 'see'. Truth is the world of Wizards and Muggles will never see. There are those who try, most certainly, but the chaos will always be much larger because it is the hatred and fear that can never be stopped." It was a sad truth. One could consider that 'maybe in time things could change?' yet even the small victories won hadn't turned the tide of battle for any species. "I was never under the impression that we could just go blabbing. But I had been under the impression that as family we came together and tried to be forward, especially to those that understood that they need to hide themselves." A strong clutch of both of their hands to offer a physical comfort. If he could go back in time, to change those hurts - alter them? He would have. The most he could do had been to stitch at those festering wounds of pain. Of course, his own had to be opened up in this moment. He hadn't been aware of how strong the power of mind and desire had been to the point it could push life into the womb. Cassandra's confusion, the fact her life could be considered in danger from the pregnancy - This effectively had been his own fault. Not that anyone would point that obvious fact out but they didn't need to. Hands finally retrieved from the women as he settled them onto his lap. This had only been on top of the fact that his Mother -intended- for life. She wasn't as young as he was to make the mistake, she knew. It wasn't some drunken night of passion with man she told herself she barely loved. If Adele was meant to be 'tossed away', he'd been meant for the true disposal bin. Not the kind of fact he should be telling or emphasizing either as much as his mind screamed it. "Well, I've always known I wasn't wanted, right?" He made light of his own desirability or lack there of and moved on. "Regardless of her choice of our choices. . . We're here as family. I know it isn't the way anyone here wanted to do things, to have things happen. But we're in this kind of a battle together, the battle of defending and keeping ours safe. We will grow and more will be born. It's just the way of things." A hand weaved through his hair with a sigh that exhausted past his lips. "It's not stupid to want something that's natural, movies may grandstand it but it's still a natural thing on it's most basic level." He felt like he'd repeated himself again in that regard. They were romanticists and it had been their mutual stance on what they expected that had been touching. "You both seek something strong and there's never been anything wrong with that. But it won't just happen. . . It takes work, acceptance, and understanding. The fruits of that strength show up in moments like these." He honestly wasn't sure where to go from here with the two of them. But he also knew that wasn't his decision, he could push but it ultimately took both of their approvals of one another to make it work. "And more family does paint the pretty Christmas picture, am I right. . .?" "But I am sorry. I'm sorry that you have to relive those pained memories, Adele. . . I'm also sorry that you did also, Cass." The responsibility of these proceedings were on his shoulders. "It's . . . It's been one kind of a night. . . What do you say we get some rest? We can start the whole operation 'Get my Sister and Wife to actually be friends' in the morning?" A small smile curved on his lips.
  13. Invite Something Happened

    "At least load up on the mini-marshmallows. Need to get that nice frothy cover at the top." The least he could do is try to lessen the tension that had been this entire evening. Much of it wouldn't go away and the current conversation that had been suited more towards himself and Cassandra provided a distraction of sorts. Though he perhaps had been subjecting themselves to the weight he felt it was somewhat more bearable for the time being. At least in comparison. Hearing the hiss emit from the red-head he quickly went to the sink and pulled a few sheets of paper towel, turned the water towards cold. Running it over the sheets and pressing it just over the area Cassandra had burned herself after she'd served Adele. "It's like I told you before, the boys don't tend to have the best track record of 'survival'." His teeth nipped at his lower lip for a moment. "Means a few things have never actually managed to happen most likely. Like. . . A male getting a woman pregnant. Certainly not a woman of your own heritage, either." If she were fully a Wizard that would be something they'd have a bit of an idea about. The territory that they've embarked on was much too fresh and new for certainty even for some of the older members. Alexander nodded slowly towards Adele's explanation while he led Cassandra towards the empty chair and firmly guided her to sit down while he stood behind her and wrapped his arms comfortingly around her neck as a rest. "It's everyone is able to kind of keep connected even far away. You'll find that a lot of the women in this family have a unique. . . Headstrong nature to them." He smiled widely as he considered a fact that would be difficult to refute. Way too many examples in his mind that point out to it. "We're lucky to have you around, Del." If one considered that Adele truly had no one to guide her as he did with the absence of Lillian then he could see why mistakes happened. People by nature were still 'human' bound to mistakes and without a proper hand to help they would become bigger without the intention. "What. . .?" A quizzical look formed on his face a she stared at Adele. Not because she asked for them to move in but because it had been in a thought he'd been considering the moment he heard of David's death. That she would need someone here and one that wasn't truly bound to other things, that could make that change and that it wouldn't cause too many earthquakes elsewhere. "Are you reading my mind or something? Because that had been something I was considering offering after a discussion." His lovely wife seemed to beat him to the punch of agreeing of sorts, well, her and what seemed to be those that she bore inside. "They want to? Would you look at that, they already love being at their auntie Adele's." That was awkward for him to say and it was even more awkward for him to think that his Father would be excited about this prospect. Well. . . At least one of them would be able to enjoy it. "Well. . . At least they'd get to meet one of their grandfathers." A moment he hadn't considered that his adoptive father would miss. This year wasn't the 'best' for many reasons and that had been such a grievous bad that it tended to overshadow a lot of things that were intended for the positive route. Never-the-less he shored up his emotions and blocked that part of him from being thought on and even addressed as he quickly rolled into the request of knowledge from Cassandra. He'd remembered what Lillian had stated of it being Adele's choice ultimately, the efforts that she'd gone through to protect everyone from persecution and that many sacrifices made. "If we're moving in, it probably would be a good idea to know? She's going to see a lot of crazy things much more." Shoulder lightly lifted as well. "Especially since to get a better understanding and watch. . . We will need to contact Auntie Bethianna. At a later date, of course, I don't think we need to stress you out with her showing up now." While he had always been over-joyed to see the woman, that same couldn't be said of how his Sister felt of her. If anything he wanted to make sure that the rest of her evening and dealing with tragedy had been the easiest possible. At any cost that he could provide for her.
  14. Invite Something Happened

    A weakened sigh followed after the laugh. "She's. . .Told me a bit. No extended details but enough that I know about her." In terms of the scale of 'worse' his mind wouldn't allow for him to place Bethianna in the same bracket as his mother. Even knowing certain aspects, seeing that she hadn't denied things that could be considered damning on many levels. She was still the woman whom proctored his life, kept it sustained for many years, offered up more to him in knowledge of who he was than most, and placed herself in harms way for his life. But that didn't detract away from the fact that he didn't agree with her methods. A stance he had made as clear to her as much as his devotion and loyalty to her. "How about we plan for a day we call 'Siblings escape day'. Hang out at such kind of lodge and you can unload it all on me, yea?" In his mind he still needed to learn so much more of what made Adele tick, how she had been shaped as a person. To let her know he wouldn't shame her mistakes and didn't judge her as a person on them. "Only a little?" He couldn't help but shore up a grin as he shook his head. In the scenario of their life he wasn't sure who the most injured party had been amongst the secret of his birth. No father would ever want to be unaware of their children, he understood that now a bit. But he also felt even stronger about no Brother being without his Sister. His Sister. Alexander rolled slightly away to give her more room to pick up Caleb while he pushed himself up from the ground. It seemed like pure trained finesse the way she hoisted the small boy up and laid him to rest in bed. An image that painted her as the kind of mother you would see nurturing a child after a terror or a major grief. He followed close by to see the various ranges of guitar's posted along the walls and a smile firmly took hold of him. "Savage." This was the scene of a passion that he could condone. It may not have been bands but that meant he had the capacity to eventually move with various styles, that he could be one of the few style of musicians that never stuck to a single genre. Albeit, with guitars but that also had been his instrument of choice and focus too. "We're going to need a nice big room charmed with some heavy sound-proof so he can rock out full throttle without worry." And maybe give his mother a bit of a break from the strummed chords. They could grate on the nerves when learning songs or styles of play, after all. The ever out-tune chord had also been a possibility for any musician. In the living area he'd take a gander at the cleaned dishes and what seemed to be a quick bite to nibble on for Adele. How Cass sounded, however, caused his eyes to squint slightly in examination of her. Had something been wrong with her? Was she also crying? "Well. . . It is pretty scary. I've been trying not to let it get to me too much." Considering the tricks that the little ones had pulled tonight, re-evaluation of not letting it get to him maybe in order. "But we're also not going at it alone. I think that's important, that we'll have a strong support system to handle and manage." It was good that he at least told everyone before hand about it. Cassandra would have all the support necessary regardless of the outcome of other things. "It is also a congratulations to you, too. First time being an Aunt, get the fun of spoiling them and then making me deal with the headache of it all. Come sit down a bit, Del." Alex started to grasp at two chairs to pull them over as he turned his attention towards Cassandra. "You should probably sit down too when you get the chance." How long had she been on her feet? They hadn't rested much since she arrived aside from a brief sit down to collect a bit on what had occurred to her. Even that he imagined didn't harbor any satisfactory response of understanding of how severe the situation could be. "It would help a bit to know what to expect. You know, aside from Mother's usual pop in and pop out things." He had full expected Lillian to show 'interest'. The twins were girls and that much he knew from the power and will they exerted. It had been tacked on the fact that in any story spoken about the many children she always seemed to be there and something almost always seemed to have happened. "That way we can all prepare ourselves keep a kind of watch on that." Asking Adele these particulars at least helped to enlighten them on what he needed to watch out for, though the more extensive 'How would this effect Cassandra' bits would need to be held for another.
  15. Those Awkward Memories

    He hadn't meant to seem as if his explanation had been another excuse, something to shoot down her goodwill. She'd been trying and that was something he had started to admire in this young girl, the effort that she'd gone through to try and help another person. It was an impressive sign to him that a person who wasn't by nature a socialite had that kind of heart and mind to extend themselves for another person. Not that he'd been too surprised not with the kind of interests that seemed to be held for the reservation and trying to nurture and care for Animals. Many needed it especially those that were on the cusp of being wiped out entirely and needed intervention as their protection. "Oh, it's never a waste - believe you me. I don't mind doing it, not really out of my way. That and I would be more than glad to do so." Part of the drive had been that he wanted some of Mrs. Mary's cooking. The stuff of legends in his opinion though it also had just been on the way to a lot of his stops involving family members and other friends he'd attempt to visit like Frankie. But he had never minded doing what he could for those that had been considered 'Friends', whether Chole knew it or not he'd already judged her as someone that is one. "Never look a gift Granian in the mouth." A smirk turned upwards along his expression. "It isn't any harm in thing I need to get done. I tend to spread out my time pretty well and I have no time extensive obligation. It'd be a cool way to hang out too." It seemed to be the best way in his mind to not only ease her into the daily things but to have someone close enough in age and that knew her to offer faster comfortability. It was never a good feeling to be in a place where a person could potentially feel as if no connection could be made with anyone that could be considered a colleague. A softened grunt rumbled in his throat, she didn't know and couldn't have known there might not be a 'next year' for him. "Hey, hey. It's fine, Chloe, really. It will be lots of fun too, I promise. And if it isn't we'll make our own fun, simple as that."