Tension

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">A deep hazy fog settled itself around upon the quiet street like a heavy blanket. In Ivy's opinion it gave Bleak Street a terribly cliche looking scene for any psycho killer lurking about. Not that it mattered to her if someone of that caliber came along or not. Ivy was completely content where she was at the moment. Her thin frame was angled perfectly against the brick wall of an old pub. Ivy liked to hang out here when everything that needed doing was finished. It was better than being at home wasting away. Even if this pub was rather shallow and shady looking. But Ivy liked it here. As her grandmother told her many times, troubled girls like her belonged in the shady places like these. Ivy's grandmother never really appreciated the beauty the darkness could bring so it was no wonder that she would underestimate the beauty of this place as well. At least in Ivy's opinion it was beautiful. The old building held a dark gothic quality to it, Ivy loved that. That was something one rarely down in New Orleans. Ivy's hometown. One might ask what Ivy was doing so far from home. Normally they didn't get an answer other than a wand shoved into their face. The last thing the witch appreciated from strangers were questions concerning her personal life. It was none of their damn business why she was all the way in New Zealand. Ivy wanted to get out and see the world. New Orleans managed to lose the spark it once held in her heart. Ivy had no family back in New Orleans so it was as easy to just pack up and leave. Like the wind, she was gone and never heard from again. It didn't take long before Ivy found this place. The first time her pale green eyes landed on the old building she had fallen in love. There she was introduced so many different customs of life. Dark magic was among the many. Ivy had been raised and taught at home by her grandmother. So strangely left dark magic completely out of her lessons. It was hard to understand why though. Bad magic was fun magic in Ivy's opinion. Especially when she was feeling angry or frustrated. It was so easy for her to just pick up her wand and mutter the incantation for one of the dark spells. Sometimes she was barely even able to think about what she was doing until it had been done. Ivy loved it. 'Forgive me grandmother. For I have become exactly what you tried to shelter me from.' Ivy wasn't sorry in the least bit. Screw that old bat for trying to keep her from something so...so wonderful. It would have broken the old woman's heart to see her baby girl end up on the wrong side of the tracks. But why fight against destiny? The fog begun to lift a little but Ivy focused herself on flipping through a spell book as she remained leaning against the old wall. Her pet Screech Owl, Dionysus was perched silently on the roof directly above her. Normally he was flying about, doing his absolute best to protect his companion. He liked to attack just about anyone he could that got close to her, unless Ivy commanded him to behave. "There is nothing remotely useful in here to use. Damn." Ivy muttered and closed the book with one hand. How boring. Ivy tucked the old book away into her knapsack and motioned for Dionysus to stay put while she headed inside. Ivy was feeling something nice and warm to drink.

Ivy adjusted her sweater as she stepped inside the quiet pub. It appeared to be busier tonight than it normally did. No matter. Ivy preferred not to really socialize with people she could potentially use as a target practice. A few eyes drifted to her form and she narrowed her eyes at them. "You wanna lose your nose?" Ivy growled, her voice laced with a southern twang to it. But it was so light, some may consider it to be almost cute. If not for the fierceness in her eyes as she spoke. They all turned away and Ivy rolled her eyes. Half the time she knew they stared for once reason and one reason only. She didn't look like she belonged here. As Far as they knew anyways. Ivy would love the chance to mess up every single one of them. Too bad the thought of Azkaban scared her more than her love for suffering existed. "Coffe. Black. Make it to go." Ivy ordered quickly and slapped some money down on the counter. The man at the service counter handed her a foam cup with warm roasted coffee. Ivy grunted a thank you before she popped on a lid and returned outside. The cooler air along with the fog greeted her. Ivy felt it surround her form. Dionysus lifted himself from the top of the pub and flew behind Ivy as she headed away from the building. Ivy was kind of pissed off at the moment. Now she needed to find a new damn book in order to uncover the spell she was looking for. There had to be something that existed. Unfortunately in her annoyed state she was practically storming her way down the street. It was in a more elegant fashion than most. But it would be easy for others to see that she was not in the mood.​

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[Axel Zhefarovich]

This is perhaps one of Axel's first trips down Bleak Street in so many years. He preferred to stay away from this place because there were many idiots around here, thinking that they were better than one another because of something stupid. Axel knew different, and that was because he was a pure-blood. Axel was also a Death Eater, but he worked discreetly. His job was simply framing Aurors for killing one and another, and he did that in various countries, but as of recently, Axel had no choice but to discontinue that once he was a father again, and he was ordered to watch over his great family. Roaming the streets, he was still unsure of why he was even here, and he thought that it was rather silly for someone like himself to come down here without any sort of reason except to get away from the pressures at the Zhefarovich Manor and to get away from his kids. He was as stressed out as the next person when they were put in his position, but right now, he could just care less over what was going on. Benjamen could handle everything while he was enjoying his time out. The Bulgarian man continued to walk through the streets, his strong shoulders moving others from his way with his black robes and cloak blowing after him as he walked the roads. Axel had his eyes on the ground, and a hood over his blonde hair. His dark eyes were shielded from sight, and so was his face and expression. No one could tell what he was thinking. That may be a good thing, but he also just looked like any other dark person that roamed the streets. He did not wish to bother the others around here, as he figured that they were either pathetic or out of their minds. Perhaps both. Axel was a stuck up Death Eater, and only appreciated those that were similar to him. Those that were either in the Dark Arts and looked similar to him, or pure-bloods that were easily to manipulate, or even better, when they were both. Chavdar had one, but the woman was unfit to even bear the mark of the Dark Lord. Axel never liked that woman. Axel did not think that anyone liked that redheaded woman, but when he was thinking about it, Axel noticed something about himself and his set of triplet brothers. He enjoyed the blonde women, his younger one liked the brunettes, and Chavdar liked the redheads. Axel wondered why that was, but he did not mind it so much, because it separated them from ever having to worry about one stealing a woman from another. Axel doubted that his brothers had women right now anyway.

There was an interesting fog that had settled as he had curved around. Looking up to the sky, he could see that his bald eagle was flying ahead, and he whistled before the eagle came down and perched upon his shoulder. With his broad shoulders, the bald eagle was rather comfortable upon it, and he looked up ahead, before he decided to get his wands out in case someone were to come around and attempt to pick a fight with a tall Death Eater. He was more the type that one look too intimidating to pick a fight with, but some managed to. Axel was one of the worst of the brothers, except Kalif. He knew how to torture people, men and women alike. He did not care who it was, and he would continue to go on, getting whatever he pleased and whenever he did. Right now, he was growing more and more agitated because he was lacking something that he needed to have almost every day. He could go weeks without some of these actions, but it caused him to grow irritable. He never would have chosen this for himself, but it managed to happen to him again. Axel was growing to hate people, more and more. Even more so, anything less than pure-blood. He hated them. They were nothing short of annoying and they were worthless. Three of his children were not pure-bloods, but because they came from him, they were accepting. His bald eagle made a small sound in the back of her throat, causing Axel to look ahead. The fog was lifted, but he saw something else. Something that looked like they did not belong in this alleyway. He did not belong here either because he was much better than that. The woman appeared to be coming their way as well, but Axel merely stopped in his tracks. Especially now, he remembered that he should never trust a woman with blonde hair in the middle of Bleak Street. In fact, he could not trust anyone around here because they were all likely to be out of their minds. It was not something that he was prepared to deal with. Instead just as the woman continued to stomp her way around, Axel made sure that he would move out of the way. The last thing he wanted was to be in the woman's way, and cause her to bump into him and fall down. However, things might just happen like that anyhow. The streets were small, and his large form was massive. Nothing like a Part-Giant, luckily. However the moment he started to move forward, what he thought was the blonde woman getting out of the way turned out to be a sudden stop, as the fog managed to take away from his vision, and run smack into her. Whereas he did not move much, the blonde was not so lucky. The Death Eater on the contrary remained silent, his silvery eyes darkening as he glowered down at the ground.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy had a knack for having bad luck when it came to meeting strangers. She always met people in the weirdest ways. Sometimes it set off a really good impression, and others, well....it explains why Ivy never really had that many friends. Today was no exception to her bad luck either. Ivy had been paying more attention to the ground than she was at where she was going. Ivy didn't think that she would have a problem with running into people. The alley was small but Ivy wasn't very large herself so as long as someone not too large came through, they could pass by one another without a single problem. Ivy didn't want any trouble tonight either. She just wanted to find the damned spell she needed and chill out for awhile. Whether fate was going to cooperate with her on this or not was unclear. Ivy lifted the Styrofoam cup to her glossy lips and took a small sip. The black coffee within was scalding hot. It literally burned her throat as it went down. It felt good though. Coffee was only good to her when it was hot and black. Any other way and Ivy refused to drink it. Dionysus made a noise above her and Ivy turned her head to look up at the bird. What was he freaking about up there? where there another bird or something? Dionysus was not the most friendly of birds. He did not appreciate other birds, particularly other Owls to come around Ivy. He was possessive of the human who took care of him. Ivy had been taking care of him since he was a baby so they had been buddies for a long time. He was found huddled into the corner of a tree trunk calling for his mother. He had fallen out of the nest. Ivy couldn't just leave the poor thing there and took him home. It took awhile for her to teach him the things he needed to know like flying and how to eat, but he learned. Now he was like her little guardian. 'He seems stressed out.' Dionysus continued to make noises and flap overhead. Maybe he was trying to warn her of something? Hopefully there was nothing dangerous ahead. This was the way Ivy needed to go in order for her to get home. She knew of no other way to get there. Ivy didn't pause in her walking and clutched her knapsack more tightly to her back. Ivy turned her head to the sky once more to make sure her owl was alright, but before she could look straight ahead, her body collided with someone else's. It happened to be someone rather thick and large too because it felt like they hadn't moved an inch while Ivy here was taken onto her butt.

Scalding hot coffee flew from the cup and onto her form. Covering her with an uncomfortable burning sensation. "F*CK!" Ivy cursed. Instead of being able to drink the hot coffee, she was now wearing the hot coffee. It hurt too. Not enough to make her cry, but enough to make her feel like cursing the man who had knocked her over. Why did he not move over if he noticed that she wasn't paying attention? Ivy's pale green eyes fell onto the man. He was extremely tall and built. Or at least he seemed to be that way. He could likely snap her like a little pencil so maybe it was not best if she yelled at him. Ivy wasn't the type to become a drama queen over things. But she was still pissed off. A curse would have worked lovely here. But did he mean to knock her over? Probably not so why should she have the right to yell at him? 'Because he's good looking and covered you in hot coffee so now you look like crap.' Oh yeah. That might be why. Ivy picked herself up from the ground and pulled off the black sweater she had on. It was soaked. So was the grey long sleeved shirt she had on, but not as badly. Her skin still burned either way though. The black sweater was thrown into her knapsack and Ivy stared at the man before she sighed and returned to trying to clean the coffee mess off of her. "This day is unbelievable..." It seemed like she wasn't going to catch a break today. Ivy shook her head and turned to walk around the stranger. "Thank you so much. I was really looking forward to wearing my coffee today." Ivy stated sarcastically. He didn't even look sorry about this. He probably wasn't and was going to state how she had gotten into his way. If she still had coffee and he said that, she would've dumped some on him. But now she needed to go find some aloe, and get some more coffee. Thanks to this wonderful stranger. ​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel brushed the eagle from his shoulder, and Astrid took to the skies, further from the two as well as away from the woman's own pet. It was not exactly something that he wanted to see, but apparently, the drink that the woman was carrying went all over her body. His eyes slowly narrowed to absorb what the woman looked like. Unlike most that were around here, she was not hideous at all, and she was a blonde. Those were good qualities to keep Axel from acting like an ass that he sometimes could be. He could be helpful too, but only in rare occasions and when he could receive something out of it. Due to his large structure, she bumped into him, and he thought that it was entirely his fault. He knew she was coming, and why he did not move from her steps, he did not know. Both of his hands went up to his hood before he removed it, revealing his masculine features. His expression alone seemed blank, almost empty. As if his own soul was trapped within but it was not. He merely had no reason to show anything. No smirk, no smile, nothing. In his mind, he debated on what he would do about this situation. It had been the first female he had met outside of his family in such a long time. With the things he was going through, one would not blame him. He put his darker wand away, basically saying that he was of no threat despite the fact that he could probably break her in a thousand ways with his bare hands. Despite of his darker nature, Axel would not resort to killing today. There was no reason to. Axel could see what sort of liquid covered her as it was steaming. Coffee, apparently freshly brewed as well. That would leave many burns if it was left untreated. It was the least he could do with his lighter wand, to heal her burns before she would get too uncomfortable. Axel stuck his hand into his robes before pulling out a lighter wood, his healing wand. It was definitely not his main wand, and the feel of it was not nearly as right, but it would do. He held it in his right hand despite being left handed, because when he battled with two wands, this one was always in the right, making defensive spells to guard himself. It was excellent for when he would get hurt and he would heal himself. At one point he attempted to heal his father, but his father always had this pride thing going on about never being healed. It seemed like his children did not pick up on that trait, especially after the deaths of Arnost and Raisa both because the two Death Eaters refused such healing for unknown reasons.

Her language did not even faze him. Axel slowly bent down as he stared deep into her pale green eyes, looking for the type of person she was. If she was anything like Nicolette, he would not waste his time. Axel had better things to do. "I'm terribly sorry," murmured Axel even though his vague facial expression said otherwise. He stood up back to his height before he realized that she was soaked, even through the sweater. He really should have watched what he was doing, but alas, he did not. Now he seemed to ruin another woman's day without even realizing he had done so. He could not think of any other reason to bother caring, however he was thinking of somehow repaying her. Her sarcasm made him snicker, and when she had turned to walk from him, Axel spoke up, his Bulgarian accent flowing through his words, "Wait." Axel did not wish to touch her in any way, but with a step or two, he was somewhat next to her, attempting to have her stop and hear him out though it was not like he was going to say anything. With a few spells, the burns were healed for the most part, and the mess was off. Axel put his healing wand away, hoping that it at least did the job. He was a little rusty on healing spells having not used them in some time. He folded his arms across his chest, before he said, "It was my fault, and due to what a mess this has made, I feel that I owe you a coffee. In all due respect, it never looks good on anyone unless they've said the wrong thing." Axel shrugged lightly. She did not need to take him on his offer, but he was simply being nice. Perhaps if he showed some kindness to some people (and he was praying she wasn't some lowly mudblood), then something good might happen to him in return. It was definitely worth a shot, and he felt that he had nothing left to lose. Even though he could be a killer, Axel could also play the gentleman card.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy stood completely still as she watched the man removed his hood to reveal his face to her fully. He was very attractive, at least in Ivy's point of view he was. But being attractive meant little to nothing to her right now. Good looking or not, he still managed to ruin her night within a matter of minute's. Even if he intended to or not. Evidently he wasn't too phased by the fact that he had caused a girl to dump hot coffee all over herself. It wasn't something a typical first meeting would be like in her mind. Then again, in this kind of town, this was probably the best meeting she could ask for. "Yeah....you look it." Ivy replied in a light sarcastic tone when the man said he was terribly sorry. He didn't look like he felt bad at all. It probably was a complete accident. But it kind of stunk that it had to happen to her though. Ivy had rotten luck sometimes. Especially around strangers it seemed. One time, moments after meeting this really handsome man at a carnival she ended up getting sick due to the smell of some distasteful food. Or another time when she was trying on some clothing and her shirt got caught on the door. She tried to struggle free but it ended up ripping the shirt and everyone in the mall was able to see more of her than she was willing to show them. Bottom line was, she didn't make awesome first impressions. In fact more often than not she ended up making a fool of herself. People already had a hard time getting along with her thanks to her sarcasm and blunt nature. They seemed to mistake the way she was for rudeness. Really it was that she happened to tell it like it was. Some people could not handle that though. This man didn't seem offended by a few harsh remarks though. Which Ivy was thankful for. The man bent down and Ivy leaned back out of instinct. "What?"She didn't feel like getting into it with him because he was upset by her sarcasm. If he had been in her situation she thought he might act somewhat similar. Hot coffee was not the greatest feeling in the world. Especially not on bare skin. Which she had plenty of on the upper chest area. Her hair was likely going to reek of coffee as well. Ivy was lucky she had a sweater on. Otherwise her skin would probably be far more burnt and uncomfortable that it was right now. First thing she intended to do when she got home was rub some aloe on it, then she would take a cold shower and hope that it went away the next morning and left no marks. But it appeared that the handsome but rude stranger had something else in mind. What else could he possibly want from her now? To dump more coffee?

Ivy halted and turn her head to look at him when he commanded her to wait. It took him not even a step or two to get over to her as well, he had very long legs. But what surprised her was that he actually took a wand out and healed her. The stranger who had caused her to dump coffee on herself actually apologized and healed her?! Ivy let her mouth fall open and her pale green eyes stare him down before she fully turned to look at him. He didn't have to heal her. Even if this was her fault it was rare to find chivalry in a place like this. "Uh...thanks." Ivy was wondering if there was a catch involved. Like she needed to give him her money or something. Which if that as the case, he was screwed because she had very little cash on her right now. Ivy wore nothing of value, and she herself wasn't much of an asset. So hopefully his kindness was for nothing but sheer kindness and not because he expected to be repaid. Ivy watched as he folded his arms across his chest and on top of that he offered to buy her another coffee. Wow this guy was really something. There had to be something up with him. He looked like the type that would be into tearing people apart. But here he was offering her another coffee and healing the burns he caused. Ivy rested her hands upon her curvaceous hips and cocked her head to the side to look at him closely. "You're actually offering to buy me another coffee? Are you for real-you know what, as long as you aren't intending to poison the coffee or date rape me, you've got yourself a deal. Come on stranger." Ivy decided not to ask him if he was for real. That felt a little more rude than she was willing to go. But with a wave of her hand she motioned for the odd stranger to follow her. If this was for real then she would not go coffee-less tonight. But Ivy was aware that she did need to be on her guard just in case. Dionysus flew ahead keeping a sharp eye on his owner. The blonde wondered if the man's bird made hers nervous. Ivy was a large fan of birds. Especially hawks and owls. They were so cute and powerful. ​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel let out a sigh and knew precisely what she meant. He had been really horrible at showing what he truly felt for the longest time, possibly caring a poker face all of the days that he had been around. One thing he knew for sure, was that he meant what he said, and he was one of those meant that no matter what he said, his face may say otherwise unless he managed to say something that had the same impression of being blank or vague. Axel looked down at the ground for a moment, before he shrugged lightly. He honestly did not expect for the girl to believe him, and did not expect anything from it either. "I don't say what I don't mean. If I had meant to do what I did, I probably would have smirked or laughed. Not that I expect you to believe a stranger." Axel began to wonder if this woman was clumsy or some sort. It was kind of hard to miss him coming someone's way, with his large structure and whatnot. If someone saw his little brother Chavdar coming, then they would have moved from his path quickly. He was a large man in bulk. It actually aggravated Axel that Chavdar was larger than him. He was the oldest of the triplets, and having the youngest and the one that did not look like him was just unnerving. Axel and Benjamen were alike in physical looks down to the last detail. The only way to tell them apart was the fact that Benjamen had longer hair. That was all. Axel and Chavdar were different, even though they were the two Death Eaters of the triplets and Benjamen thought that it was ridiculous on how they joined. Not that Benjamen would say that opinion to their father, wherever he may be. Axel shrugged again, but he said nothing. He was simply studying her actions and her expression because he wanted to be sure that he would not be messing with some Auror trash right here in Bleak Street. The last thing he wanted to deal with were Aurors. He did not have the ability to deal with them on such short notice. He had to have plans so that he could make one Auror seem like a murderer of another, and thus killing two birds with one stone, one simple spell would have done it. Axel had that specialty, and it was a grand specialty. He was an assassin for his family as well, and he was just excellent at what he did. Axel looked like what he did on a daily basis as well. He used to run a shop, but dealing with that many kids, he handed it over to his little sister Raven. Axel preferred just not working, not being out there, and living off of the money that he had made beforehand, which was a considerable amount. Plus his family assisted him as well.

The Death Eater raised an eyebrow when she seemed sort of surprised that he had done something like this. Healed her after making a mess of her evening. He was not expecting anything good to come from her, but something else in his life to make it all worthwhile. He would not have wasted his time otherwise. Axel let out a soft sigh when she even thanked him. That was better than having someone ***** about not having anything done to them. Axel hated it when people did that. If something good came from their day, then thank the thing and go on. Don't yell at it unless the person wanted nothing more but to be hounded on and make themselves miserable. That was the way that Axel thought. Some things like that were just so annoying, and he would be glad to rip them to shreds. Axel might not be a kind person per say, but he was someone that was one of those blunt people, and would do things to benefit him and his family for the most part. He did believe in karma, and he figured that if he did something good, something good would happen to him in some way. He wanted his life to be put back together and not seem like a train wreck with the family freaking out over Asparuh's sudden departure. Axel looked at her as she placed her hands on her hips, could not resist noticing the curves before his eyes went back to her own. He didn't want to have to repeat himself, that he was offering, but then she asked if he was for real. Axel didn't really comment, but that was because he didn't really have enough time to before she motioned for him to come with her. Axel started walking after her, before he said with a subtle smirk, "I don't poison or date rape. Most are too willing to do the latter. But yes, I am obviously for real." Axel did not even mind that he did not know the woman's name. And she seemed to not mind not knowing his own as well. That was preferred for now anyway. It was not like he wanted anything. For all he knew, this could end up as a coffee and a chat, and that be all. As soon as they arrived to the place to get the coffee, Axel did one thing that a man hardly did anymore, he held the door open for the lady to step into, before he himself would.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy immediately figured that this guy would have an awesome poker face. If what he said was true anyways, he was good at keeping his emotions under check. Ivy had a hard time reading people to begin with so this guy was proving to be a challenge already. Even if he really wasn't that sorry it wasn't like it mattered or anything. "I bet you have a killer poker face. Nonetheless, it's fine. I believe you." Ivy told him. He probably wasn't the type to gamble either. That was the irony of those kinds of situations. The people who had the best poker faces never played that sort of game and the people who sucked at it played all the time. Ivy was horrible at keeping a straight face. Sure she wasn't the sweetest peach in the world, but she found a lot of things amusing. People often confused that with her being friendly and cheerful. No, she found things a lot funnier than others would, that's about it. Her face was expressive. It showed just about every emotion she was feeling. Especially her eyes, they were so damn reflective. Right now they would probably display a mix of amusement and annoyance. But neither were to be taken serious because this man and she were strangers. They would likely remain as so too. Ivy had half a mind to ask if that was what he always did when he met new people. Dumping scalding hot coffee onto them to get their attention. But he also didn't seem like the type of person who would do that just to get someone to talk to him. It was probably the other way around. People probably dumped things on him to try and get his attention. 'Definitely not what I intended to do though. This literally came out of nowhere.' Ivy pondered to herself. She didn't mean to run into him. Ivy had been spacing out until it was too late and the coffee was all over her. He was awful tall so one might think it was hard to miss him. but they clearly didn't know Ivy all that well. Ivy was clumsy. Very clumsy. She knocked into people all the time when she wasn't paying attention. But why didn't he move out of the way when he noticed she wasn't going to move? Didn't he see her when he was walking this way? Oh well, it was in the past. Ivy figured so long as he wasn't going to do it again there wouldn't be that much of a problem. Hearing the man's comment about the poison or date rape made Ivy smile that typical goofy grin of hers. It was almost goofy enough to the point where many thought it was contagious but he also didn't seem like the type for that either.

"Yeah you look like the type to not need any help with that. Still, doesn't matter for some people." Ivy meant referring to his features and thee fact that he probably wouldn't need to go as far as drugging a woman to gain her affections. He was an attractive guy. But Ivy was pretty sure that it didn't matter to some men whether women flocked to them or not. "Oh wow. You even hold open doors?" She was surprised to see that he opened the door for her. Inside the coffee shop, Ivy turned to make sure that the guy was still following after her. But that caused her to run into and nearly trip over a stool. "Ugh." Ivy grunted and re-caught her footing before she made sure the stool wasn't going to fall. Ivy was almost afraid to turn around in case the guy was looking at her as if she was an idiot. Which she could easily be sometimes. Her grandmother tried to educate her and turn her into a graceful little lady. But it didn't work that way. Ivy was clumsy, goofy, and wild. Her grandmother just couldn't removed the wild from the child. When Ivy was given a new cup of coffee she practically inhaled half of it right then and there. The warm creamy bitterness that crept down her throat awakened her senses. Mmm, Ivy freaking loved coffee! Not as much as she loved iced tea, but the people here sucked at making it the way she liked it. Ivy continued to sip her coffee but she headed back outside. Now she could venture on back home. but not before she thanked the stranger once again for buying her a cup of coffee and all that. He didn't have to even though it was his fault. When he too emerged outside Ivy turned her pastel green eyes onto him. "So, thanks again for buying me a new cup of coffee. I should probably be on my way now. It was nice meeting you....um...dude. Keep it real. Try not to dump coffee on anymore girls!" Ivy turned in the direction that she was heading on earlier but as luck would have it, the cup of coffee she had within her hands managed to accidentally nudge the side of the wall she had been leaning against. The cup sloshed hot coffee onto her head and out of immediate reaction, Ivy dropped the cup of coffee. An sigh of irritation left her lips. This was getting ridiculous!​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

The Zhefarovich gene was shining hard and proud as he continued to look over at the woman, showing that he was truly lacking any emotion as of the moment. He did not need it right now. However the woman was not exactly someone that seemed at all that dangerous. Axel was very good at seeing that about someone when he first met with them, and he could tell right now, she was not going to be a threat. What could she do to him? Axel could have her down begging for her life, but Axel was not that type of man unless he was brought to it. When she said that she could wager that he had a killer poker face, his expression then changed, to one of confusion. "I suppose I may." However he would have to research that, because he did not know what that was, but he would be disgusted if it was anything muggle-related. However she believed him, which was not any sort of relief to the Death Eater because frankly, he didn't care. She could believe what she wanted, because it was of no consequence to him. Axel studied her eyes, and he could see the emotions perhaps too easily. She was amused, which he did not know why, and she was annoyed. However Axel only took these with a grain of salt, and he looked down at the ground that stood so far below. He wondered if this was something that she did often, bump into large strangers that could rip her apart and managed to befriend them in some sort of fashion. Of course he did not consider her a friend, she was merely a woman in the streets. The only thing that he knew was that she was clumsy enough to bump into him, and not get all raging mad, which in turn would have made him something similar. He did not want to show that much anger but with his life out of whack, his oldest children graduating, and finally, his family were out of control as of right now. Axel could not take back what he had done, but she was lucky he did not take out his frustrations out on her. Axel was very good at controlling himself. However he could imagine that she would look good screaming for her life, but what woman wouldn't? Axel did not do that unless the woman deserved it. As far as he knew, this woman did not. She could not be muggle-born. What muggle-born would be stupid enough to come through here, and live? Axel had heard whispers of tales, but none of them shook his bones. They were actually entertaining, and he did not think much of them. After all, he was prideful in who he was, and he did not fear anything. Well, except his dad but that was another story.

The woman seemed to have a goofy smile, but he was not so immune to the contagiousness of it. His lips twitched into a sly smile. "I have charms, when I use them," smirked the Death Eater as he told the fact that he had charms. Well, he did not use them often, and he did not need to use them for years. Except perhaps now. Though right now his needs can wait. He wanted to be able to do something good that would in turn perhaps benefit him to some sort of fashion. If karma existed, then it might assist even now. She seemed surprised that he held the door open for her, but he shrugged and intoned, "I have nearly no choice but to be a gentleman." It was how he was raised to be. That and a killer, but the latter would not be seen tonight. He was following after the woman, and she managed to trip into a stool. Axel put his hand to his forehead before he managed a thought, 'Please don't let her drop another cup of coffee on herself.' Axel paid for her coffee, and in turn got himself a hot espresso. He needed the energy anyway. He took a healthy drink of it, the bitterness like sweet nectar to him. Axel followed the girl outside, and before he shut the door behind him. This place was good for their drinks. He may come here again the next time he took a detour into Bleak Street. Now was the time he supposed that they would be on their separate ways. Axel had no arguments either way. Axel nodded when she thanked him for buying her another cup of coffee, and called him 'dude'. He raised an eyebrow, before he smirked, "I'll keep that in mind." Though he was not sure if he would come across anything like that, and the moment that she started to head out, Axel was on his way to turn before he heard a noise that couldn't be what he thought it was. She managed to spill coffee on herself, and drop the cup. Axel let out a sigh, and he looked at her before he looked down at the ground to see the spilled coffee. He took another drink of his own, before he inquired, "Should I get another one for you, hold it and have to walk you home before you end up covered in coffee before the day's out?" His tone was still cold as ever, but there was a change. He was teasing her somewhat. He had a smirk on his lips.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

He seemed very confused by the term 'poker face'. It was obvious by the expression that he had om his face. Ivy thought it was hilarious. He was stone cold one minute, and now he looked unbelievably lost. It was funny to see such a change of emotions come from him. Chances are he had never even heard of poker. It was primarily a muggle thing, but Ivy had seen many fine Wizards and Witches play it too. Ivy hated muggle-borns but she slightly tolerated muggles. Not enough to the point where she would ever help them or anything, but to the point where she would use them for the things she wanted. They had interesting objects. Like coffee. They invented coffee and she absolutely loved that crap. Oh there was also things like gumbo, handcuffs, and Mardi Gras. As annoying as they were, they had some good ideas. ”Poker is a card game. A poker face just means you’re good at concealing your emotions from others. Next time I end up at a Casino or someplace….I know who I’m bringing.” Ivy winked. She was only being remotely flirty. But it wasn’t because she was looking to catch his interest or anything, that was just the way she was. Ivy didn’t really buy into the whole realtionship thing. They never worked out for her. Whenever she wanted something deeper the guy she was with didn’t. So she figured casual fooling around, or vague friendship was just best. Ivy liked having friends anyways. Especially one that could make her laugh. Ivy wondered if the man was native to New Zealand or not. He didn’t sound like he was, but it was hard for her to tell. Everyone who didn’t have a southern twang to their accent sounded funny to her, even though she was often laughed at around here. ”Then again, you also look like the kind of guy that could be an undercover cop. In which case, I’ll have to ask you to leave if you are.” Ivy narrowed her eyes. Her voice getting ever so slightly colder. By cop she meant cops from the muggle world, and the Aurors. A bunch of law enforcing ninny’s who always ruined Ivy’s fun. They were such killjoy’s. No wonder none of them had many friends. Ivy would never want to party with one of them, unless she didn’t know it what they were, and they were ridiculously hot. But in her opinion, they rarely were. Chances were that he wasn’t a cop. He looked too…bad? If that was even the word to use for him. Even if it was attractive, there was a certain sense of darkness behind him. Enough to make one want to be careful around him.

”I don’t know whether that’s a good thing..or not.” Ivy didn’t have any charm herself. She was clumsy, goofy, and often a little too wild. Sometimes she repelled others. But that was no big deal. It wasn’t her fault if they didn’t know how to have fun and accept her for who she was. It was their loss because Ivy could be pretty damn fun when she wanted to be. Ivy turned and gave him a look. ”Really? Where were all the guys like you back where I’m from?” Back home, the men were jerks. It didn’t help that they were incredibly cute on top of that, because Ivy became attracted only to find out they had no game whatsoever. Firemen and Chef’s, that had been her weakness. Now that she was in the Wizarding world more often than she was the muggle world, it was a lot easier to resist them. Except every now and then when she actually met a Wizarding who could cook instead of using magic to do it for them. It had been awhile since she messed around, but that was because she was both not interested in any of the men New Zealand had to offer, and she had been to busy with other things. Now with coffee in her hand, Ivy was in a much better mood. It seemed like the guy she had run into was in a better mood as well. She had no idea what his name was, but since they were about to separate and go on their separate ways, it wouldn’t be worth it anyways. Ivy kind of felt like tonight, she just wasn’t meant to get any coffee. This was the second time she had spilt it on herself. Ivy puckered her lip out and trued to keep from kicking the empty cup sitting at her feet. Come on! All she wanted was a cup of coffee! Ivy could see ther guy smirking and she huffed. She was glad someone was getting a kick out of it, as she surely wasn’t. ”Well that sounds love-….damn you’re joking aren’t you? You know…it probably isn’t worth it anyways. As soon as I get into my house something would probably happen anyways, so why waste your energy. Someone clearly doesn’t want me to enjoy some coffee tonight. I think I just need a long walk or something and I’ll be good.” Ivy paused and shrugged her shoulders. ”Sorry for making you waste your time in buying me a new one. Here” Ivy tossed some money in his direction, offering to repay him for the coffee she didn’t even get to drink anyways. Whether he took it or not, was up to him. If not, some bum could have it. Ivy stuffed her tiny hands into her pockets and grinned again. ”I’ll uh… see you around maybe.” Ivy felt bad for bothering him. Tonight was not one of her nights. But tomorrow, she would make it much better. Perhaps she would find a coffee shop that’s closer to home. Maybe then she would make it home with the coffee in the cup instead of being on her. ​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel still looked confused when she said and explained what Poker was, as it was a card game which he had never dealt with before in his life. However then she explained the term, and he knew that it meant. He was rather good at concealing his emotions, something that he was taught how to do in his family. Axel assumed that he would probably be good at it anyway, since he was good at like, everything else. Except in some things, he was not good in, but they were rather obvious given the situation that he was in now. Axel shrugged before he stated, "I don't go to Casinos, so hate to break your bubble. Plus I don't know anything about card games." Axel did not think that he would be meeting up with this woman again, so he doubted that he would have to handle it anyhow. Axel could not resist rolling his eyes and smirking when she said that he had looked kind of like an undercover cop. He was anything but. Axel hated fighting for the good, and he would never do it for a lot of money. Axel was really dealing with the dark side, while he was with the Death Eaters. He loved being around those types of people, and they made him feel rather comfortable. Finally, Axel shook his head, and he said, "No. I am definitely not an undercover cop, or an Auror. I rather like to mess around with them, however I am on the other side. A bunch of heroes, or want to be heroes." Axel was hinting toward what he was, but in the entire prospect. He was a Dark wizard. He was proud to be one as well. He would never go to the other side. They were all pathetic and weak. Never would they ever see any sort of light surrounding him, but instead they would see this dark force that he carried around him. It was something natural, and he was going to keep it as well. "I believe it is a good thing, but I doubt I'll use it on you. Though I just might if I get bored enough." He shrugged lightly because he did not really care if he used it on her or not. Axel looked forward at the wall for a moment, before back at Ivy. Her name itself seemed to be rather good, and she was attractive, now that he was really looking at her. A smirk slowly curled up his lips, as he pictured her onto her back. Axel was confident that if he wanted to have his way with her, he would have his way, and there would not be much that she could do about it either. He had his ways to get women very willing.

However his thoughts were mainly it, just thoughts. He was not going to act on them, but that was because that was the way he was, however one cannot help but really want something. He had a feeling of emptiness, and he needed it filled. Axel would do anything to fill up that emptiness that was now occupying his life. Axel shrugged lightly, "Probably different family, different country. We Zhefarovich's are prideful, and manners, along with ways to live, drilled into our brains." Axel figured that she might not even know his family's name, but it varied from person to person. In Bulgaria, it was enough to make people quake in their shoes, as well as the surrounding countries. Axel did not really want to get any attention either. There were two known dead Death Eaters that were from his family that had died recently. His last name was not a good one to have, but it was one to be proud of. Axel shrugged when she kind of sounded like someone that was higher up trying to keep her from enjoying a cup of coffee, but that is how it sounded anyhow. He raised an eyebrow even more when she tossed some money in his direction. She thought that she was waiting his time? Axel shrugged his large shoulders, "I definitely don't waste my time, and I would advise that you pick up and keep your money. I sure don't need it, at all." He was hinting that he was definitely wealthy, and he could probably buy her the entire shop if he wanted to, but he was not about to be generous to some stranger. Axel never hid how much he had, and what all he had. It was like, he was bragging but he enjoyed it regardless, letting others know how better he was than others. Tonight was not the case exactly. Regardless he was having some fun with her, but he didn't want the night to end either. When she said that she would see him around, maybe, he doubted it, but he narrowed his eyes. Oh no, he walked toward her before he placed his hand upon her shoulder, and said, "I suppose since you didn't get your coffee, I won't let your night be a complete waste." Axel used his strength to push the blonde up against the wall, before he stood very close to her, placing both hands upon her waist, standing in a very intimate fashion. Axel ran his hands up and down her form, touching places that only a male would during an act of intimacy. He smirked slightly, before he took a step back, and he let out a sigh. There was a moment there, where he wanted to take her then and there in the middle of the street but he backed out. Waving with his left hand, he smirked, "See you around." He turned to walk away, wondering what he had done made her rather, excited so to speak or feel confused by what he did. He was having fun, and he enjoyed it heavily. He had nothing holding him back. He was free, to do what he wanted, when he wanted. That was the way every lucky Zhefarovich man should be.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy blinked in surprise as she looked at the man in front of her. He knew nothing about card games. Was he serious?! Ivy didn't think that there was a single person alive out there that knew not even a single card game. He must have been raised under a rock or something. "You need to try playing them sometimes, it's really fun." Ivy urged. She would definitely invent in having that man on her team whenever she had the chance to. That is if she could teach him how to play the game and convince him that he would have a fun time playing it. Ivy brushed some hair aside and rolled her light green eyes. She couldn't agree with this man any more. People who tried to play heroes were a little unnecessary in her books. "Yeah, bunch of peace-keeping killjoys." Ivy hated anyone who tried to ruin her fun. Whether it be cursing someone, partying, or even something simple like reading, if someone ruined her time, they would pay for being so foolish. Her grandmother definitely knew that for a fact since Ivy did steal over fifty thousand dollars from the elderly woman in an attempt to get away from the hectic lifestyle her grandmother wanted to live. With dresses, and frills, and tea parties. Ew. There was no way that Ivy was going to subject her to that kind of lifestyle. It was too boring and tasteless. Ivy liked to live on the wild side. There was a part of her that her grandmother just couldn't tame, and it was likely that no one ever would either. That was just the way Ivy was and there was no way she was going to let someone change her without her wanting to be changed first. Ivy had never heard of this Zhefarovich family. But that was most likely due to the fact that she immigrated over from the United States to be further away from her grandmother and all the memories she had back in New Orleans. He probably knew that too. Just by the accent and the mannerisms she had compared to him. But his family did seem pretty interesting. After all, he as a person interested her. He was unusual and that attracted her.

"I'm not taking it back." Ivy commented about the money. there was no way she was going to take it back, she felt bad that he had bought her a second cup of coffee that ended up on the ground, again. It was the least she could do for being a complete idiot, other than leaving and getting out of there to save him the trouble of having to put up with her ass much longer. "Huh?" He wasn't going to let her night be a complete waste. what did he mean by that? Ivy barely had a chance to become interested in what he said before he used his strength to push her up against the wall. Most women would have been surprised and stunned, but Ivy took to it immediately. Even if they were practically in public where all eyes could see, she didn't. He was hot and well, he knew how to live apparently. Ivy felt very naughty right now as her fingers traced up his toned arms. 'I don't even know this man's name.....' But here she was practically letting him grope her in front of a building, people that passed by already gave them strange stares. But Ivy ignored them. There was an alley-way next to the building but, she figured that could wait. But, Ivy's enjoyment ended when Axel interrupted her moment of pleasure. That tease! Ivy's mouth dropped open as she watched him walk away. "Whoa theeere....a real man would get back here and finish what he started!" Ivy stated as she stepped away from the wall and after him. How dare her get her all worked up and eager to spend the night living on the wild side, then take it away! He was lucky she didn't toss a shoe at him or something. Ivy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Well if she needed to be with someone that badly it wouldn't be too hard. But he....well it wasn't important. But now she was very frustrated. ​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel shrugged when she said that she was not picking up the money. He could care less what she did with it, but he was at least impressed that she did not like Aurors and such. Then she would like the type of man that he was. At least, this is the vibe that he was getting. The woman that he did not know the name of, was very attractive. It was like he could do anything with her except kill her. He could not explain it. If he let his body go, and not even think, there was no telling what would have become of them. Axel had to think for a few moments about what he did, because it had made his head spin, and he doubted that anyone would be pleased with the action that he was wanting to partake in. However the Death Eater wanted a chance to live, to go nuts. It was like he was hitting his midlife crisis all too early. What would his family think? And his children? Axel had to remember who he was at that point, but his children were growing up, and he did not want anymore, not for a long time. He had years upon years left in him, so raising children was not exactly on his to-do list anymore. What would Nicolette think of him now? He did not know what was going to happen, but he knew something for sure. When he was in the middle of walking away, she told him that a real man would have finished what he had started. 'Oh really now? I suppose one time can't hurt,' thought Axel. He turned around and a smirk curved over his lips. Axel walked once more over to her, and he murmured, "I shall finish what I started then. Nothing wrong with living, once." Axel looked down at her form before his eyes met with hers. There seemed to be a fire within him now, something that had not been lit in what felt like forever. Nothing could satisfy him, and he was starved, parched, just famished. He wanted so much, and this poor woman was about to get the experience that she would never forget, thanks to Axel's episode that he was going through, like he was some wild teenager again. He might regret it later, but now he just did not care.

What seemed like forever, Axel was back at his home, in the living room with his newly acquired acquaintance. He had yet to know her name, but for now he had just searched for the first aid kit. What happened was something close to unspeakable. It was getting closer to dawn now, and the children, the younger ones were still asleep in their bedrooms, since he had sent home the sitter for them. They were completely alone. There was not much of the house now that she had not seen, but he figured that he would still need to know her name and whatnot. "So, I think you should know my name as I should know yours. My name is Axel." Now she knew his first and last name. And in return, he was expecting to know hers. He opened the kit so that he could get something that could be rubbed onto the scrapes on her back. He knew that this would have been bad for her, but he was willing to help her out somehow. After all, he did this to her. And she had seen his Dark Mark, at least he thought that she had. He could not remember how to keep it hidden through all of that time. However he had it hidden now. Axel got out the ointment that should heal up scrapes and stuff easily, and he could fix her shirt. There was possibly blood on it from the scrapes and broken skin. "Also, will probably need you to remove your shirt, so that I can use this for your back. There is no sense for you to be walking around with that many scrapes." Axel sounded close to fatherly at that point as well. If she asked, he would not wait to tell her anything about his life, how messed up it had gotten and all he wanted to do was live free, do what he wanted without being bound. It was not too much to ask for. But for some, it might be.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy was actually kind of glad she went out tonight. Not just because she was bored out of her mind at home, but also because she managed to spend another night living on the wild side. Hooking up with a man she barely knew, not to mention hooking up with him in public, that was just, unheard by the society she grew up in. But Ivy didn't care. She liked living by her own rules. It was more fun that way. 'I just hope things don't get awkward now.' Ivy thought to herself as she glanced at herself in the mirror of the bathroom that she had excused herself to only moments ago. She thought that maybe splashing some cold water on her face would make her up and revive her worn body. That man in there, he had some stamina. Even more so than Ivy was used to these days. Her back was absolutely killing her right now. That wall back in the alleyway tore it up. There were bruises and scratches all over. It was always one of her desires to commit such an act, but now that she had actually gone through with it she saw why people did not do it often. Ivy turned on the sink and out poured a fountain of water. Ivy cupped her hands until it was full of freshly cold water. Ivy brought the cupped hands to her face and splashed the water upon it. It did help refresh her a little but, but her body still felt tired. It was a good kind of tired though. After they had finished their passion in the alley-way, they ended up here. Ivy normally didn't go home with men so quickly. But he left her body a mess so she didn't really have the energy to argue, just yet. Hopefully Ivy showed this man a guy time though. Her certainly made hers. Ivy dried her face and retreated from the bathroom, only to return sitting on the sofa with the unnameable stranger. He told her his name and Ivy smirked. She liked his his name. It was unique bit at the same time, it fit him well. Ivy brushed back some of her blonde hair and bit her lip. She might as well tell him hers.

"Axel, eh? I like it. My name is Ivy. Ivy Kingston." Ivy explained with the hint of a southern twang to her voice. Ivy didn't think her name was clearly as interesting as his was though. Ivy's pale green eyes followed Axel as he got out the ointment from the first aid-kit. For a moment she wondered what he had brought that out for, but then he explained that he was going to heal the cuts she had on her back. Ivy blinked. Obviously she was surprised a little bit. That was only because she wasn't expecting this. "Sure, why not." Ivy removed the shirt and turned around so that he could get to her back. She even politely moved her long hair out of the way so she wouldn't have to fuss with it. Ivy waited for the sharp sting of the ointment. Stuff that healed often stung. That was how one knew it was working. Ivy decided to strike up some conversation so it wouldn't turn into something weird. Since here she was, shirtless, on his couch, letting him fix the scratches that he had caused. "So, how old are your kids? I noticed pictures of them all over the house. do they live here with you?" Ivy liked kids for the most part. They knew how to have fun. Ivy didn't have kids herself though. Hell, she had never even been married. Ivy was too wild to be settled enough for that. The children aspect, was something that would never happen though, thanks to the car accident her family had gotten into when she was a lot younger. There was no doubt in her mind that Axel had seen the large scar while they were, preoccupied with one another's bodies. Ivy thought his kids were adorable, they looked to be a range of ages too. Ivy wanted to ask what happened to his wife. But she thought that would be rude. Hopefully he still wasn't married. Wild or not, Ivy would never forgive herself if she helped a man cheat on his wife. Ivy figured that after she left his home tonight, she would never see Axel again, so it wasn't really any of her business anyways. Ivy held back a hiss when she felt the ointment begin to do it's work on her mid-back. Oh yeah, that stung. ​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel had not had that much fun since he could remember. It was almost as thrilling as killing, and Axel was wanting to do it again, however it would have been a little too...not him to do. Axel just wanted to fix her back, and help her out because if it were not for him, then she would not have had this awesome night, and a sore back. The events that led up to this, they could not be avoided. Axel was good, and he knew it, but he was not willing to let it get too serious. Axel wanted freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted. He did not care who got hurt along the way. There was just so much going on right now, he didn't know what he wanted to do. Axel wanted to have his life, without anyone else tying him down except for his children. They were the only exceptions. He loved all of his children, all six of them, pure-blood or not pure-blood. He did not want to have anymore that were not pure that is. He was still that pure-blood prejudice man that he had always been, and would always be. No one could ever change him, and he would not let anyone change his views without dying first. Axel doubted that this woman would ever get close enough to him to meddle with his family, and his own affairs. He could be wrong though, which he was wrong about tonight. He didn't think he would have gotten lucky, yet he did, very lucky indeed. Fate loved to throw his life for a loop, and it was never that exciting. If fate wanted to have something for him, he prayed that it would be something he'd enjoy at least. Axel wanted to live out his life before he would end up getting too old to live it anymore. That was perhaps one of his worst nightmares. There wasn't much he could do about it, but he would certainly try to get his life back on track, before he managed to get that ball and chain around his ankle. He was severing it, for good. It just didn't seem ideal to be in that sort of thing anymore. Axel turned his dark, stormy eyes to look upon the blonde.

So, her name was Ivy. That was a nice name, Ivy Kingston, but he had never heard of her last name before. It had to be from a place that he had never been. "Your name and accent is foreign to me. I do want to know where you are originally from," Axel smirked slightly, keeping a conversation going like it was no big deal. Axel looked through the first aid, before he held the ointment into his hand, as she took off her shirt. Axel could not resist stopping with what he had done, and looked upon her body with great interest. He was definitely not shy with showing appreciation for something that was made so beautifully. He poured out some of the ointment upon his hand, he rubbed her back, warming as he touched. He moved around her bra, because some of the scratches were underneath the fabric on her back. He finished up, and he watched as the scratches and scrapes started to heal up. Within a few hours, she should be just fine. He felt guilt for doing this to her, but then again he wasn't at all that guilty either. He looked around his house when she asked about his children. There was pictures of Ariah in here, but she might as well be his daughter. He loved her like one. Axel decided to point them out, after saying one more thing, "You can put your shirt on now. So, that blonde girl is Ariah, she is about nineteen, and marrying my oldest son Leviathan, which is pictured there. Ariah is like a daughter to me. Then that is Kamaria, Leviathan's twin, both are eighteen. Then there is Athena, she is fourteen. Aleric is six, finally Adriel and Astrilda are both four. They are twins. All of them live here, though Levi will be getting a house of his own." Axel hoped that she wouldn't ask why there was a large gap of ages between the set that were older, and then the younger ones. That would be a long story. Simply because how could one explain that he was involved with some inbred psychopath? Axel decided to get to know her a little more as well. "Do you have any kids of your own?" Axel knew that they were just amazing, but then again they were all little bit crazy. Children were hard to raise.​

 

[Ivy Zhefarovich]

Ivy grinned when Axel told her that he found her name and accent to be foreign to him. Even though it was obvious that she wasn't from around here, people rarely called her out on it. Ivy was just tickled pink that someone wanted to know more about her. Especially someone like this guy. "I'm originally from New Orleans, Louisiana. It's in the United States." Ivy was a long ways away from home. That was for sure. But Ivy really liked traveling around the world. She got to experience a lot of different things when she traveled. Different cuisines, different types of people, traditions, it was all really cool. Maybe one day she would return home to Lousiana. Right now she was enjoying where she was. Maybe in a couple of months she would travel to northern Europe. That was one of the few places she had yet to visit. Or maybe not. Ivy figured she might scare them off with the way she was. Ivy had to ignore the stinging pain she felt from the ointment. At least Axel was nice enough to heal her up. Most guys weren't even remotely that kind. Then again, she didn't really fool around with many other guys in the alley. So it was one of those one time things. At least she had one hell of a time. It was fun, bold, and wild. All of those things which Ivy happened to admire in a person and within herself. "Most people around here laugh at my accent. I have no idea why though. You're not from New Zealand either I assume. You don't sound like you are." Ivy didn't want to be too nosy. After all that would be kind of rude if she was. It was his business to share where he was from if he felt like it. Ivy didn't care if people knew where she was from. It wasn't like she was going to go back there anytime soon. Plus, it would probably do them some good to get out. New Orleans had some of the best food on the planet. Particularly all the fantastic Cajun cooking. Ivy felt herself growing hungry. Her stomach clenched and growled. It wasn't pleased with her for trying to fill it up with coffee instead of actual food. Ivy had a huge appetite. Food was partially her calling. Which was weird because she didn't look like she could pack away pounds of food. But oh she could. Ivy would eat more than even most men could. 'Grandma always said I was a beastly girl.' Ivy thought to herself with pride. She had no shame in having a big appetite. Food was f*cking amazing. Why should she be ashamed for liking it? It was needed to live. So therefore, it couldn't be too bad to like.

Ivy pulled her shirt back over her head and looked at each of the pictures carefully. "There are so many." One of them wasn't exactly his kid, but she was going to marry his eldest son so therefore he viewed her as a daughter. That was really cute. His eldest son also had a twin. Ah so Axel was a father to twins. A few sets of them actually. That was kind of cute. All together he had seven, six if one did't count the one that was marrying in. That was a lot of kids. They were all pretty cute too. He must have been good at making pretty babies. Ivy was jealous. Ivy turned to look at Axel when he asked if she had any kids of her own. Ivy wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or if she wanted to frown. Both reactions came to her mind quickly. Instead of doing one though, she did both. "Me? Have kids? No. I'm much to wild to be a decent mother right now. I travel too much, I party too much, I fool around too much. That's not the kind of life a kid should be brought into. I've thought about settling down and having a family but, I haven't found a reason to do that yet." Ivy told Axel. She was too much of a wild spirit to be having kids yet. Especially since she still wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life. "However, even if decide I want to have kids...I'm not a hundred percent sure if I can actually have them or not." Ivy got hurt some time ago in an accident. It left her with a lot of injuries and doctor's thought she might have some trouble having kids. It wasn't certain, but Ivy had no idea whether it was or it wasn't. It was an unfortunate thing. But Ivy wasn't going to let it bother her. If Ivy and any husband she had wanted a kid that badly, there always was another way. But who was to say that Ivy would choose that kind of life. She could be a wild soul for the rest of eternity. There was no telling what the future held. That was what made life so cool and magical in her opinion.
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[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel definitely wanted to know where she was from, because it was curious, and he did admire the way she sounded. Axel was then informed by Ivy that she was originally from the United States, and no wonder he did not recognize it. Axel had never known anyone from there, and never been there himself. It was a long way from the United States, and he was wondering why she had come here of all places. Perhaps she was a traveler, hooking up with guys that she had first met. Axel found that to be admired. Almost sexy. "Interesting, never been there or known anyone from there." Axel doubted that she had anything or whatever from it. Axel adored it, and he was going to keep it like that. Perhaps he should get into doing that, just having fun and not having to worry about anything or everything. The family was really stressing him out, and it was getting to be bothersome. What happened tonight, it had been destined to happen, and he liked it. It was interesting that most people laughed at her accent, and though it sounded funny to him, he did not find it a laughing matter. He found other things to laugh at. And he did not sound like he was from New Zealand either. He might have lived here for years, but he had always went back to Bulgaria, and he retained that accent. "Accents aren't funny to me. I come from Bulgaria, and my accent seems to stick with me. I think the accents around here make it hard to understand what they are saying, to me anyway." Axel shrugged and he hoped that he didn't sound too hard to understand for Ivy. He didn't know what he could do in order to make himself more understandable. Axel didn't know how to do that so she would have to live with it regardless. It was just the way it was. Although he was curious now, he wanted to see where she was from, to listen to the way that they talked and the way that they lived. However he didn't go to many places that he has never been to, without being told to go there on an important mission. Otherwise, Axel would have to deal with just wondering. For all he knew, those in the United States did not know English at all.

"Well, I'm not exactly in my twenties. There are some in my family that have as many as ten children," Axel shrugged, before he ended it at that. He didn't like talking about his family much in front of others. It was just the way that he was. His family were rather private, and he kept it like that. He left out many facts about his children, and that he probably passed on the gene of twins over to Emerald, though it might depend on the mother too. He honestly did not care, because he had two sets of twins, and his family did not usually have twins and sets of multiples until his grandmother came into the family. Axel was not surprised that she did not have kids, and she said that she would be too wild to be a decent mother. That did not surprise him in the least bit. Axel would not want his children to go into that sort of life, yet, they were being raised into the Dark Arts and whatnot. Axel smirked slightly, before he assured her, "You will find the perfect reason to have a family one day, but be sure that you are ready beforehand." It was the best that he would give her that advice because he did not have it when he was younger. "I saw the scar on your stomach. But it is possible that you may. Or may not, I wouldn't know. I'm not a doctor." He would have asked her why that was, but he would save that for another day. He could see himself associating with Ivy quite a bit. She would make a decent ally, perhaps even a friend. Axel leaned back on the couch, and he continued to look and appreciate the beauty that Ivy held. He could see her as a mother one day, but he could also see her living wildly. It all varied on what she wanted to do with her life. He couldn't guide her at all. He didn't even know what the hell type of life that he wanted to live except a Death Eater life.​

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