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What in the seven hells was he doing, here? Araxfell stared up at his own apartment ceiling, contemplating his life choices and the woman who'd taken over his bathroom half an hour ago, leaving him chilly and confused under the sheets for what must have been the hundredth time these last few...

Araxfell knew he was in over his head the moment the enchanting young lady placed her lips upon his. She'd prefaced the kiss by playing along with his little story, but the fact that she took it a step further proved to him that she'd not gotten the warning beneath the improvisation. He tried to...

New Zealand, and more specifically Bleak Street, was Araxfell's home now. It had been just over a year since he stepped food on Kiwi soil, and for the simple fact that it was a place he'd chosen to be, he loved it. Living with Yevheniy Kharchenko was quiet and relatively peaceful, so long as he...

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Araxfell ceased speaking after he was cut off, and the pitch that followed made him crease his thick brows in confusion. He may have been drunk, but he was sure that what he was listening to was too good to be true. How much of it was true was another matter entirely. The Danish man may have...

Araxfell looked at Yevheniy blearily. "I'm pretty sure I'm too far gone to do much good," he warned him, but the Danish wizard decided to put his trust in the man as he had done the same for him by offering his wand to try. Granted, he'd just told him that he'd never cast a proper spell in his...

Pleased, Araxfell lifted his glass in salute and finished off his drink. Yevheniy was way ahead of him, drinks wise, so he raised an eyebrow at his newfound friend and poured himself a shot, knocking it back with a small grimace and an innocent grin. "Cheers." [hr] "See, I don't really talk...

Araxfell had finished his first drink and was topping off a few more fingers of vodka as he listened. He couldn't help but agree with Yeveniy about New Zealand- he had only chosen it because it was as far away from Denmark as he could imagine, that spoke a language he understood, but he was glad...

Araxfell nestled in against the stained, patchy vinyl of the booth seats, watching Yev order and keeping an eye out in case he got some unwanted company while he was gone. The foreign man soon returned with vodka, which somehow didn't surprise the Danish tourist, and he poured himself a couple...

Araxfell decided to teasingly oblige him, stepping back smoothly and cutting a bow that a lord would be proud of. He'd never met anyone he was able to just be silly with. He liked this man very much, and Yevheniy had promised to show him a lot of fun. Axel kept his composure, but inside he was...

Araxfell's eyebrow quirked at the intonation Yevheniy applied to 'women', and he wasn't sure whether or not he liked the implications of his disdain. It certainly suggested what sex the blonde preferred, even for an innocent like Axel, and he didn't know what to think of that one way or another...

Well, there was a lot to object to in those statements. He surely did come to Bleak Street to look- why else would he be in a dirty maze of twisting alleys? Araxfell was starting to rescind his assessment of 'kind' as the young man brutally squashed his pride into paste by essentially telling...

Clearly everyone else here was used to getting physical, because some kind person turned up and sent the derelict tumbling over their own feet to get away. His 'saviour' was pretty young, but he'd managed a damned threatening voice, which Araxfell couldn't help but find attractive in a...

This place was creepy. It was delightful. Araxfell was finding that the wizarding town of Obsidian Harbour had a lot more to offer than just beaches, ice cream parlours and music shops. Tired of Mister Fisker looking over his shoulder as he read the loca maps, he'd dismissed his tutor to go kick...

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Axel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her eagerness to sit by him. He recognised the language her companions called out to her in, and considered resuming the conversation in the same language for her convenience, but it seemed that they were comfortable enough in English. He wondered if...

Bop. Araxfell received a beach ball right to the side of the head, and though he was mildly perturbed, at least it wasn't interrupting anything important. The young Danish man was sitting by the surf with his feet in the water, moonbeam pale and sticking out like a sore thumb. He was acutely...

Date (Maybe in later years! xD)

Rad!!! Muahahahaha...