We say we won't

but then we do the same old thing

fallin' right back in

This was a gamble. Because Apolline didn’t like her, and she knew that. But Saffron didn’t particularly care. She didn’t know exactly what she had done to piss off his sister, but she thought that their relationship was really none of the other witch’s business. If they wanted to talk about, or work on it, or whatever they were doing, then that was between the two of them. That didn’t have anything to do with his younger sister. And she knew that it was more complicated than that. She knew that ‘seeing’ one another again always led to more. And then someone got hurt. But it was worth it. Or at least Saf thought that it was.

She didn’t think that there was anything that they were going to do different. This on again off again thing had been going on too long now to think that it was ever really going to change. But she thought that it was better than going without him at all. The offs were rough, and then someone apologized, and they tried again. She had lost count of the number of times that they had fallen apart and back together again. It was honestly a little ridiculous, but it was also just a part of the game.

Getting bored wouldn’t do either of them any good, and so in order to not be boring, they kept hurting one another. And it worked. It worked because there had yet to be anything unforgiveable. There had yet to be anything that had split them apart for good. There could be. She wasn’t saying that it was impossible. One of them could very easily screw up enough that the other never came back, but she had come back this time. She had shown up on his birthday, after all.

It wasn’t like she just forgot when those things were. Just because they were split up didn’t mean that she didn’t care. Because she did care. She cared about him, and she had decided that she had spent long enough being repentant for what had happened before. And she thought that she got a pass. Her grandmother had died. Not that she had been particularly close to the woman, nor did she really care, and she wasn’t actually her grandmother, but it had seemed like a good excuse to do something stupid. And she had gone out with her sisters, and one thing had led to another…

Yes, this time it had been her fault. But they were over that now. They were past it. And the next time who knew whose fault it was going to be. The next time could happen tomorrow, or next week, or three months from now. She didn’t know how long their longest stretch had been. Long enough that one of them had screwed up. That was all that really mattered. That they kept screwing it up. They were stuck in this pattern though. Saffron wasn’t sure that they were ever going to get out of it. She didn’t think that she could.

She cared too much. She was too attached to this cycle. To knowing that this was how it worked. That they were together, and then they weren’t. And no one but the ever really seemed to know the difference. But they didn’t have to fight about it the same way anymore. On and off could happen with a look across the room. It could happen with the way that someone rolled out of bed in the morning or crawled in bed at night. It could happen whenever, and wherever. But it was the on again that she thought that she liked the best.

Still, they hadn’t had plans tonight, and Saf was banking on him being the one working, since they hadn’t talked about doing anything. If he was upstairs, that was even better, but she thought that there was a possibility he was working, and she could hang out at the end of the bar. The Hog’s Head wasn’t the busiest bar in the world, after all. If she kept buying drinks, even Apolline couldn’t be annoyed at her existence.

Slipping into the stool at the end of the bar she smirked at him when she caught his eye, and she waited for him to finish what he was doing with her chin propped up on her hand. Sometimes playing the innocent was fun, and she thought that surprising him was worth sitting quietly and just watching for a minute. When he finally turned his attention to her, Saffron’s smirk turned to a grin. “Surprise. I thought I’d liven up your shift with my presence.”

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We say we won't, but then we do the same old thing

fallin' right back in Say it's gonna be the last time

Axton did not hate the family business. He did not really like it either, but it had its purposes. Plus, he was, undoubtedly, the best of them at working behind the bar. The wizard could mix a mean drink.  That did not mean he wanted to be stuck behind the bar all night doing it. But he had to now and again. If he didn't, the pub suffered...and the family business was something that financially the Dumbledores could not really do without--Nearly all of their experiments were private and yielded no tangible profit in the short-term. So, he understood why he needed to work in the pub... He liked the coin it put in his pocket, but by all the gods and demons, there were more important and interesting things to be doing with his time. He had gods to commune with--demons to raise--he needed answers so that he could craft the Hallows. All of them. That was his true goal. He wasn't even focusing to finish his. He spent as much time on the wand and stone as he did on the cloak. He'd been in touch with some poachers, contracted them to track demiguise for him. Hopefully, he would have all the pelts he needed soon enough. He could not go after them himself, so he just hoped the coin he sent would persuade the somewhat to do as they had promised.

But all of the Hallow research and work had to wait. Because he had to flirt and mix drinks for women too old or too ugly to actually get into his bed. He might let one of them suck him off later, if he had no better options. Apolline was angry with him--and really who knew if Saffron would want to see him or not. He was never really sure where they stood with one another. Sometimes it was hard to know. He thought they might even be 'working on it' right now, but maybe he'd already mucked that up. Or she had. They both did a lot of fucking their relationship up. It didn't really help that he was way more into his sister than most people would have been comfortable with. Not that his relationship with Ap stopped him from seeing Saf or banging other women, it didn't. Axton was a total prick. He thought he deserved all the pretty faces who fell into his bed, but a bystander would truly be baffled by the fact that anyone managed to do anything except hate the jerk.

Saffron probably tried to hate him sometimes, but it didn't work. He knew her buttons to well. But even just as he was thinking about pushing her buttons, the door to the pub swung open and in waltz his on-again, off-again Blackwood. His smirk grew from the lazy, cocky expression that was constant on his face when he was in the pub to something more deviant and mischievous. He finished up the show of making a fruity drink for one of those women who had no chance with him and headed down to the end of the bar where Saffron had sat. He put a cocktail napkin in front of her as she announced why she had come. He arched a brow at her. "Oh, is that right?" He chuckled as he flicked his wand at the shaker he had just been using. It was clean now. He sat it in front of Saff as he started summon different bottles. He had a new drink for her to try. "I think your intentions might be more selfish than that." The wizard challenged, innuendo slipping into his speech. Axton truly had a gift when it came to that sort of thing. No matter what he said he could make it seem sexual in nature. Even reading the dictionary could have seemed nearly pornographic if he was the one doing it.  

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