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[Xaver]

{the little bit of powerplay was granted by permission. (still, if you want me to change anything, no prob there, either)}


"You're what?" Xaver toned coldly, for the first time, looking at Ginny, since he'd seen them kissing.

Sirius intervened, then, and Xaver looked back to him.
Very still.
Very quiet.
Disturbingly calm, as the other male openly sneered.


It was working.


It was a blur of motion, when the Fallen King snapped.
Within a heartbeat, Xaver was gone from where he had been standing idly, to gripping Sirius's throat, dragging the man from the booth, and slamming him into the nearest wall with enough force to implode the brick.

"You are cold, ignorant sloth," he hissed darkly, leaning into Sirius, speaking into his ear as if to a lover. As if he were speaking to Ginny. Though the hatred that burned within him was not stoked for her.
Not yet.

Xaver's grip tightened, his fingernails, even if tastefully short, embedding roughly into Sirius's skin, drawing blood that dribbled, aimlessly, in rivulets down the expanse of his throat. Xaver pressed harder, cutting off his airway.

"I wouldn't kill you," he murmured, darkly. "I would.. skin you. I would enjoy the slow, agonizing process of ..tearing you apart. And, you would watch me do it. Watch, as you bled from every f__king orifice you possess in the sack of bones you so pathetically inhibit."

Xaver released Sirius, then brought down his elbow in one swift, hard motion, connecting hard with the other male's face, and sending him spiraling, mouth surely full of blood and rearranged teeth.

"You called me a monster. You claimed me one not of your own..."
Xaver's jaw hardened.
"You were right, weren't you?"
He delivered a sweeping, harsh kick to the underside of Sirius's jaw.

Xaver's eyes blazed, darkening, and growing angrier by every passing moment.

[Ginny Weasly]

((Ohhh, I can't even begin to express the unease in my belly...))

Ginny jumped up, standing now, her hands covering her mouth. Shocked, first by Sirius's words. Then, even more so by Xaver's actions. Then her hands dropped, "Don't, please...Xaver."

On the verge of tears. She took half a step towards him, then stopped, not daring any closer. He was angry. Oh so very angry.

And he had every right to be.
Still, she couldn't believe this was her fault.

[ChoChangHP118]

Sirius moaned, but that was all he could do. He wanted to fight back, his mind told him to. He couldn't though. He couldn't move a muscle, nor could he talk. He merely held up his hands to his face now, trying to avoid the blow.

He failed, miserably. His head whipped backwards and no words could describe the pain that was all over his face. His hands fell limply to his side, unable to defend himself though he was failing miserably before. He merely stayed in his position, trying not to move his neck at all.

Blood mixed with tears and who knows what else coated Sirius's face and hair. His mouth was immovable though if it were movable he imagined it would cause more pain then he was already in. His whole face felt hot from the warm blood that seemed to come from all places. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, could only think of what he would do if he had the, well, face to do so.

[Xaver]

Xaver was losing grip with himself.
There was a sort of sick satisfaction that crawled in his belly at the sound of his boot connecting with the underside of Sirius's face.
Some kind of heady contentment to the potent scent that now filled his senses – the blood, that now coated Sirius's face, and throat, and dribbled from the mess of his mouth.

There was a primal, animal instinct, in Xaver – that only wished to continue.

There was a definite glint, somewhere in the moody, impossibly dark oceans of his eyes, that threatened, with no doubt, that Xaver could deliver and make his threat reality. A need, to not only abuse the man that lay now crumpled before him – but to destroy him. To literally tear him to pieces.


It was Ginny's voice, to which the rationality in him responded.
Her pleading, scared tones, that shook him back into the reality of what he'd done.
And what they, had done.

"He called us the same thing Umbridge called us," he said, tones empty. The us in which he spoke of, could have been he and Cody, or all of the Fallen. "Monsters."

Finally, Xaver's dark orbs flickered over to meet Ginny's. His own shuttered.
He was as closed off, from her, as he had been the day she had first met him, those many years ago. Locked, behind impenetrable barriers, and sealed by the hurt, that now coerced through his veins.

"He claimed you deserved a human mate. Perhaps he thought himself the candidate?"

He shook his head. Discreetly, an expression broke across his face, the handsome features pinched.

"And you took him?..."
Never before, had he known such a confusion, within.
"You chose.. him?"

His gaze fell, the emotion that had escaped, forced violently away.

[Ginny Weasly]

"No." Soft and insistant, Ginny pushed the word with all the force she could. She saw him close himslef off, and that hurt more than anything.
He wouldn't even admit that it hurt him.

"No, no. Xaver, never..." She shook her head, "No. I wasn't thinking. I would never.." She was still white as a sheet, and her voice still shook with tears that had now begun to show.

"I'm just...it's just that..." She faltered, looking at him brought such heart ache.

What had she done?

[Xaver]

Despite all the similarities, and basic complimentary genetics, Xaver was in no way, shape, or form, human.
Then, from blood, he was also not socially adapted and fluent to the human realm of living.
Xaver was a full-blooded Fallen  - and only in his late teenage years, did he even start to try and understand and accept their different way of life.

There were still, so many basic human concepts that his kind didn't bother to fathom.
Appliances.
Divorce.
Things, that were rare. Appliances were a very human item. And divorces, were more or less virtually unheard of within the Fallen.
As were, in complete honesty, marriages.
Because of prolonged life, many took it upon themselves to take all the time in their world to settle with a sole mate. And, upon if, when they settled with the sole mate, it was generally forever.
Marriages were supposed to be a testament to eternity – and the Fallen were naturally very selective, and took their time.

Xaver and Ginny were not married.

Xaver had, however, proposed.
He'd offered her, that side of him.
He'd offered her himself, for whatever eternity would await them.

Now, that she'd kissed another man...

He was first, to question himself, in his confusion.
What had he done wrong?
Had he been away too long, that she'd changed her mind?

Ginny denied it, but Xaver, suddenly, was sure of nothing.
The very base of the foundation that truly held him together, unraveling.

"I'm just...it's just that..."


She faltered, and he started to turn away, but instead, stalled. His gaze flickered over her, tired, and beyond confused.

"You are intoxicated. You should go home."

[Ginny Weasly]

Dismissal.
That's what his words sounded like.
Dismissal would mean the end to everything. The end to them.
She couldn't live with that.

"No, wait." Ginny struggled to stop her tears, struggled to keep from apologizing. She knew an apology wasn't enough. Wasn't anywhere near enough.

Her body shook, violently, and she couldn't stop herself. She was still very much drunk, after all. The tears streamed down her cheeks, and her voice came out strangled. She rambled, then, not being able to stop.
"I'm sorry...you don't know how sorry. Oh christ, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I didn't even want to...I don't know why I did..."

She paused,taking a large breath, and wrapping her arms around herself to try and stop the shaking. She glanced at Sirius, but didn't really see him. She looked back at Xaver.
"I know you don't want me to say it. I know it isn't good enough, but I'm so sorry, Xaver. "

"I've played this d**n game too much, and I always hurt someone. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you. You're the last person I ever want to hurt."
She took another deep, shuddering breath. Trying to stop her tears, trying to stop her words.

But the next words forced themselves out, in a very visible way. Her body jerked with each word, breath wrenching out of her at each sound.
"But it's not like you never hurt me."

Why had she said that? This didn't even compare.
Or did it?
Xaver, despite all that he tried, was like everyone else Ginny had ever cared about. He loved her--or had, she wouldn't really blame him if he didn't anymore-- but in the end, he left.
Always something more important.
Over and over again.
He might not remember the three years he'd been gone. But she did, dam.nit, she remembered every godam.ned second he'd been gone. It had hurt.
It had demolished her heart.

She placed a hand over her heart, and looked at him.
It hurt to look at him.
She looked down, at the floor.
"I'm sorry." She repeated, still crying. Still shaking, though not as violently.
She hurt for hurting him. She hated herself. "I'm so sorry."

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A loud moan was released from the heap on the ground that was Sirius. He rolled over painfully, so he was on his stomach. He carefully placed his hands onto the cold floor and lifted his torso, his legs following. He sat up on his knees, unable to much else. He desperately tried to stand, but the pain blood that came from his mouth made it hard to focus on anything but it. After a moment of balancing on his knees he gave up trying to stand and flopped over, placing his forehead on the wall and keeping his eyes shut.

You practically defaced me you bastad! He thought in his head openly so they could hear him as he was in no state to speak out loud.

[Xaver]

This was his cue to leave... He was supposed to not want anything to do with her, and he'd kicked the living hell out of Sirius. His role was well-played, wasn't it? He was supposed to walk out of there, and he'd soon get over it. Right? It was the same, overused storybook scheme, where the main character goes through heartbreak, before finding true happiness, right?
Xaver's stomach rolled.

It was all wrong.
He loved Ginny.
He knew that loving her, even amidst all this confusion... just wasn't something that would ever cease to be.

She apologized.
Sweeping over him with a tear-filled gaze, she apologized. He knew, well, the games, and hurt, and love, she spoke of.
She cursed him.
And Xaver knew, just as well, how deep and thoroughly he'd hurt her, too.

Xaver rocked back onto his heels as if he'd been delivered a physical blow, clenching his jaw as his gaze moved from Ginny, to Sirius, his expression turning scathing before he looked away, and drew back that air of carelessness. It was a mask - harshly concealing the destructive, crazed hurt and confusion that was boring a hole straight into his heart. Was she blaming him? For him, being away for so long, multiple times? Was she blaming his wrongs for her... kissing. Sirius.?
He looked back at Ginny, as she looked at him, fingertips brushing the fabric of her shirt over her heart, before her gaze fell, and his heart refused to freeze. He could have sworn it had, instead, simply quit beating.


"Come here."

It was not a demand, nor a plea.
It was an offer.

His hands lifted, very slightly, but enough to offer his embrace, to her.

Xaver had never told Ginny what to do - for he had always respected her too much, and he'd always been the wiser knowing that she'd never listen to a command, anyway. She wasn't the type to be ordered around, just as he wasn't the type to force her to do anything.
It had to be her choice, now, anyway.
Xaver had never known, before, such confusion in his heart - nor had he ever endured the pain of such intermixed jealousy and sense of betrayal - as well as care, and love, and compassion, that simply refused to wane in him. The want, for the whole ordeal to be behind them, came suddenly, and instantaneously. The hate for Sirius that borderlined that of his brother, came even quicker.


The truth of the matter was, Xaver loved Ginny. He knew he'd hurt her many times, deeply. He knew the pain her actions had wrought just now had wounded him deeply, and would not fade overnight. He knew also, however, that he couldn't function without her. He could never go home, or face himself, and his true conscience. He realized, in a harsh, quick manner, how deeply Ginny actually had reached him. He was not himself, his true self, without her.
He loved her.

Instinct told him to walk away.
Everything else refused.

[Ginny Weasly]

((Last two lines...okay the whole dam.n post, was good.))

"Come here." Xaver raised his hands, and held them for her. He offered an embrace, and Ginny stood there, unbelieving. She took another half step forward, then faltered. She looked to Sirius, bloodied, hurt on the floor and froze. Xaver's anger still terrified her. He still scared her. Not that he would ever hurt her physically. She had no fear of that.
She was afraid that if she went to him, it would be for him to say goodbye.
She didn't want that.
She took another step forward, and practically fell into him, wrapping her arms around his middle and putting her head on his chest.
"I'm so sorry, Xaver."

Then her arms tightened, her whole body did, as her mental barriers began to break. Alcohol affects psychics in a drastic way. Not only does it impair their judgment, their thinking, their feelings. It breaks down any barriers they've held up to avoid unwanted empathic and telekinetic intrusions. Memories now, where Ginny's problem.

"Thank you, Xaver,"
"Yup," he said, letting go of her hands.
She kissed him on the cheek, "Seriously, thanks."

"Yes, you have to trust me."
"I... I do..." he said slowly.

He turned to look at her, wordless, noting that her fingers were still slightly touching his, and that there was a certain warmth spreading up his spine.
Ginny followed his gaze and blushed, before pulling her hand back. "Sorry," she murmured.
Xaver coughed, and flushed a deeper shade as her, though shaking his head."Don't be," he said softly.

"I couldn't take any power from you..." She said softly. It wasn't that she couldn't, she didn't want to.
"I insist, Ginny," he whispered in return. "I won't have you struggling with anything I might be able to help. Please. There's years of pent up energy and magic stored within me. You can't do harm. It might help with me being so hyper all the time. Maybe you can fix my snotness." He smiled down at her, softly squeezing her hand.

Ginny leaned forward and kissed Xaver, lightly on the lips, then let go of his hand and took a step back, "Thank you," she said, before looking away.
"You are welcome. Literally. Whenever." Xaver gently hooked his finger under her chin, looking into her eyes for a long moment. He smiled slightly, then returned her kiss with one of his own, almost sighing aloud as his lips met hers. That electricity revved up through them, numbing their brains.

"You better stop being nice to me," he said, finishing off the muffin. "Seriously. You'd better stop, or I'll show you just what muffin slobber is." He grinned at her, and began to chuckle quietly.
"Thank you," he said after a while, quietly.

Ginny jerked in her sleep suddenly and rolled, falling off the couch. She landed on the floor with a light thud.
"Ow..." She moaned, sitting up and rubbing her head where it had smacked the floor. She still wasn't fully awake.
"Are you alright?"  Xaver watched her with a concerned interest. On a thought, he withdrew his barrier around her.
"Yeah. But these floors are hard..." She muttered, still half asleep. Xaver got up, knelt and easily picked her up, and gently set her on the couch.
"I know it." He scowled at the floor, then smiled at her, somewhat playfully. She smiled back, and yawned, her eyes half open. Xaver noticed she was still half-asleep and chuckled, patting her shoulder.
"Go back to sleep, if you want. You look exhausted."
"No...I'm okay." She yawned again, and, despite what she said, leaned sideways onto the arm of the couch. Her eyes flickered shut, even as she attempted to keep them open.
"Yeah, you are." Xaver smirked, then pulled a blanket off the chair back and dropped it over her.
"Right...I'm okay.." She murmured, drifting in and out, even while she spoke.
"Yep." Xaver smiled at her, then turned and sat, his back against the couch. Ginny fell back to sleep and murmured something softly, too low to understand. It might have been something neither of them was exactly ready to say.

"My twin inherited my father's genes. He's irrational. Not to say that I am rational... But whatever doesn't hate me, or more particularly, anyone I like, he does not." Xaver smiled again. He liked the closeness of her, even if the very scent of her shampoo made him lightheaded. She was.. just right.
"He likes to make a scene." He said, as a way to explain.
"He sounds spoiled." She said, rolling her eyes.
"He is," Xaver said, taking some delight in her expression.
"He wouldn't try to hurt you or Kyllie directly, would he?" She asked, suddenly worried. His face fell after a moment, and he nodded grimly.
"Yes, he would. I have the scars to prove it. He has enough from me. I don't like fighting him, Ginny, he is my brother. He knows most of my secrets, down to the way I learned to fight, when we were younger. But I have changed, as he has. I don't know my brother anymore. But I have no association other than violence toward anyone who tries to hurt Kylie. Or you..."

He glanced at her lips, and suddenly noticed how close she was. And how long her eyelashes were.
-Can I kiss you?-
-Okay-
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, savoring the buzz he found there, enjoying it. Ginny didn't want him to pull away, the electricity they shared was enough to power her body for weeks.
-Okay.-

"Brother really likes you. I can tell. Do yous like my brother?" Kylie stuck out her tongue slightly in concentration, as she finally found a piece of candy.
"Yes, Kylie. I really like your brother."

-I thought...I might never...see you again...-
-Nothing and no one could ever keep me from coming back to you, except your own will, Ginny. I-..-
His pale cheeks colored slightly.
"You what?" She asked, out loud, softly.
"I love you.... Did you know that?.." he said softly, hesitantly.
"Xaver, I know...a lot of things. But I didn't know that. I guessed that, but I didn't want to go and have your mind think it before you were ready to say it." She said, she looked at him.
"One of the things I know, is that I love you."

"Ginny..." he began, his tones low and thick with emotion. But he cut his words short. Instead of, however, backing away, he remained still, his eyes watching her form.
Redirecting.. "Thank you for helping me."
They were so close, and she heard her heartbeat in her ears. She swallowed, but kept her eyes locked onto his.
"You know I don't mind helping someone in need."
"I know you don't.But you did not have to." He paused, "I have missed you. More than you know," he said softly.
Ginny looked at him, and watched him. Without thinking, she stepped forward, closing the little space between them. She placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I am sorry, love. It will never happen again. I will never let it. Never will I leave you. For not only be it too unbearable, but impossible.."
He kissed her forehead.

-Maybe I don't want people who are helpless to try and help me.-
Xaver looked at her.
-..And you think me helpless, Ginny?-
-Maybe. Of course, I'd never really know, you being gone 90% of the time and all.- Her words were cruel, fueled by anger.

She simply looked at the letter in her hand, finding the whole thing hard to believe. Two months pregnant? She couldn't be, it couldn't be. She was going to be a mom? Alone?

"And who is he?"
"Xaver." Ginny said the name softly, and Cody looked up at her. His eyes zoomed across the room to Xaver.
He smiled, "That was my daddy's name."
"Was your daddy's name?" Xaver looked shocked, and somewhat hurt at this. He looked between Ginny and Cody with confusion.

"If there's anything I've learned, while I've been away – it's that there's nothing truly like what I feel.. when I'm with you. I love you, Ginny. And I have never known that so strongly..."
He paused, seemingly to gather himself.
"Would you be mine, love? Would you marry me?"

"I have one request of you if you want to stay with me and Cody," She told him now, her voice soft, but firm.
"That is?"
"You must never, ever break his heart."
"You mean, like I broke yours?"

She kissed his lips, looking down on him with a smile, "I don't know about the wedding, my love. But as long as you are the groom and I the bride, it sounds perfect."

"I know..." Ginny said, not looking at him, and her voice caught in her throat, "I know...I don't want him to die...he just came back to me...how do I help him?" She looked towards the man, tears in her eyes.
"You have to know! Tell me what to do!" She practically begged him. This was so unlike Ginny, she never begged for anything. But she begged now, she would, for Xaver, she'd do anything.
"Please...help him...help me help him..." She pulled Xaver's body closer to hers, ignorant of the blood and put her face against the top of his head, hiding her tears-now coursing down her cheeks-in his black hair.

Gently, very gently, Xaver reached out and took her fingers within his, bringing her arm up, and with his other hand, pulled away the towel with as little force as he could manage.
He bowed his head over her arm, and pressed soft kisses along the line of her cut - and when he withdrew, the cut was gone. Healed, with little traces of his power, in light blue, fading lights, about the spot.

Ginny was crying again, sobbing and holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xaver. I'm so, so sorry. You do so much for me. I love you, please don't leave me."
One of her biggest fears in the world.
"Please don't leave me. I need you. I love you. Please."

[ChoChangHP118]

( :'( *claps.*)

[Ginny Weasly]

((Awe, thanks. Now we just have to wait for Xaver. GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE XAV!))

[ChoChangHP118]

(Note to self: Don't give Ginny sharp objects when Xaver doesn't get on. We could all be mascaraed.)

[Ginny Weasly]

((Xaver, IMMAEATCHUUUU. Post. Now.))

[Xaver]

(I LOVED THAT POST, GIN. I will now be off to nibble on it. =D hehhehheh)




One never knows their limits until they are pushed, or the extent of an injury, without the pain of some manner, or the state of true feelings, until they are threatened, or starved. The truth had hit him many years before, but it had taken until this, until now, for Xaver to truly understand. To know and comprehend what he had been in an odd sort of conclusion about from the first time he had seen Ginny. It had, in an overwhelming sense, scared him witless before.
He understood it now.

Xaver loved her.
She was much a part of him, as his own beating heart.
Which was, suddenly, in no way concluding, or terrifying..
It was real.


He saw her hesitate, and his breath lodged in his throat, his heart drumming a bruise into the underside of his ribs. A million doubts flooded him, threatening to drown him.
Was she changing her mind..?
Was he out of his own mind?

Ginny fell into him, and those doubts faded to a lesser confusion, and an oddly content sort of despair, his arms wrapping around her form and drawing her close into the circle of his arms.
He pressed his face into the satin, red tresses of her hair, as she apologized once more, and broke down, her mental barriers slipping, and her thoughts linking with his own.

Her memories ravaged him.

When it was, that the barrage of thoughts and emotions dimmed down, back to a limited quantity through which he could stand, Xaver drew in a very slow, ragged breath, breathing in the scent of her tears, and the very tangible smell of her shampoo, as well as her distress, and her fear. He was as well an empath, and he knew her better than he'd ever care to know any other – her emotions were not hidden from him. They were, in a sense, on full display. It was her openness, and the solid honesty that was the backbone of such openness, that he found his own strength to hold her closer. Tighter.
Drawing her to him until there was no remaining room between them, absorbing her sobs and her words into the wall of the chest the pressed into.
The smell of the liquor about her was strong.
Strong enough to warp her manner of choices.
But not nearly enough to make her forget.
Or to push her beyond understanding.


Xaver swallowed around the lump in his throat that threatened to push his own emotion to the surface, fighting his own feelings back, though there was no mistaking the brisk, silvery liquid that clouded his dark, moody blues as he hooked a finger beneath her chin, and met her gaze.

"I know what you feel. I know you... didn't mean..."
He paused, to collect himself.

"I love you, Ginny. You and Xerxes are my life. My home. I could never leave you. Not truly."
Pain, brutal and sharp, burned back to a searing life, just beneath the surface. Reminding him, with no mercy, his own trespasses against his family. Hurt stung the backs of his eyes, and, his gaze only on hers, he didn't fight it away.
He spoke in her thoughts, now.
Speaking to her, beyond the alcohol-induced haze.
-You are the only one, for me, you know. My only and the only, that completes me. I will not force you to do anything against your wishes... If you wish to remain as you are and find a human lover, I won't stop you. Even if it kills me. But I want you for my own, Ginny. I want you in my eternity. ...But a selfish old Fallen, like me... wants all of you.-

His moody orbs glanced to Sirius, before fixing, solidly, upon Ginny.