basilanand

[basilanand]

peytonfox​:

Peyton wanted to roll his eyes and make a snarky comment, but listening to Baz’s words, the tone of his voice, and hell, the way he was looking at him–it actually made him believe it. All of it. “Oh…” There was a warmth spreading across the warlock’s cheeks, but he convinced himself that it was the alcohol getting to him. If he had to be honest, Peyton had nearly forgotten how good they were as a couple. “Funny you call me a blessing when I’m literally half-demon,” he said, but he had a soft smile on his face. “But I…I appreciate that, Baz. I don’t remember you being such a sweetheart.” 

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips, putting a hand on Basil’s shoulder. “Down, boy,” he said, almost in a purr. “You don’t need to take care of anyone. The breakup was…mutual. I wasn’t completely happy in the relationship, and he noticed. I really can’t explain it, but…clearly it’s making me have some type of crisis.” He took a sip from the new glass the bartender set down earlier. “I have to say, it’s always hot when you get protective over me. I missed it.” Missed you, he wanted to say, but he kept that to himself.  

.

There was a look of longing and adoration in Basil's eyes as he gazed at Peyton. Yet, all he could feel was grief and regret. Of all the things he had fucked up in his very long life, their relationship was perhaps the worst. "Being half-demon doesn't mean you're less of a blessing. Your heritage doesn't determine your personality. Fuck anyone that tells you otherwise."

The djinn jumped the moment he felt Peyton's hand on his shoulder; it was the last thing he expected. "I'm not a sweetheart," he said before placing his own hand on top of Peyton's. "I've just always been quite sweet on you. That's why I'd love nothing more than to pummel whoever this 'crisis' is over." It was true that Basil didn't exactly have a sweet side, unless he was around one or two people. Yet in this moment, he could feel himself falling over (and for) Peyton all over again. "I'm sorry you weren't happy, my love." He was mostly replying to the warlock's confession of his previous relationship, but it was obvious Baz was implying it to be about their own experience together. He dropped his hand to rest on Peyton's leg, just above his knee. It was then a feeling hit him - one, or both of them were going to get hurt if this continued. Whether he cared or not had yet to be determined. "I should have kissed you back," he blurted out. "The last time you kissed me, at your apartment. I should have fuckin' kissed you back."

[basilanand]

anxminxjae​:

“Baz.” he corrected.

Min-Jae wasn’t sure what he’d done to upset this man, and he knew, factually, that his next comment was going to upset the man further. But Min-Jae was tired of always being the nice guy. He happened to have a lot of shit going on right now, and was allowed to be irritable too.

The shadow hunter’s face stayed neutral, folding his hands in front of him as his ‘competition’ spoke.

“…For someone who has such deep seeded self-loathing… You’re very arrogant. Aren’t you?”

.

Basil clenched his jaw and took a few deep breaths. Had this been weeks earlier, he likely would have thrown a few punches. Hell, maybe even fought to kill as he used to. But luckily for this man, he was actively trying to be a better person.

The djinn balled his hands up in fists at his side to keep himself calm as he spoke.

"I'm not quite sure how you managed to deduce anything about my personality or my 'self-loathing' in a matter of seconds. I assure you, I'm not arrogant. As a matter of fact, I think you are." At this point, Baz's breathing began to quicken as his blood pumped harder. His body wanted him to fight, but his mind kept him in check. "I'm not sure who in their right mind would open a gym across the street from an existing one and expect the owner to come out, have a round of drinks and fuckin' sing songs of peace and love." Basil shook his head and chuckled to himself. "I'm a business man and for you to think that everything would be fine on a business front was very ignorant of you. Assuming anything about my character was even more ignorant. I do hope your educating skills are a lot stronger than your common sense, lad."

[basilanand]

@peytonfox

[basilanand]

[basilanand]

peytonfox​:​

Peyton was lost in his thoughts, his finger tracing the rim of his third empty glass of the night. He knew he was disappointing some people for drinking, for even sitting in here and being pathetic, but he couldn’t stop this pity party. Not yet, anyway. He flagged down the bartender for another round when Basil, of all people, approached him. The warlock cocked an eyebrow at the other before he answered. “It’s been positively dandy, obviously.” There was no heat behind his words, but pure exhaustion. He patted on the stool besides him, figuring that this might as well happen. “I’m not exactly a relationship type of person, am I, Baz?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere. 

.

Basil did all he could to hide the look of concern on his face but in the end, he failed. To say that Peyton didn't seem well would have been an understatement. It was hard for Basil to resist the urge to reach out and embrace him in the hopes of making it better. As awful as he was in their relationship, he did his best to try to make things better after a fight. Times were different now and, as of the last time they had talked, Peyton had fully moved on. 

At least, so he thought, until his ex-boyfriend asked a bombshell of a question. The djinn's eyes softened and a small frown tugged at his lips. Guilt. That's what the feeling was that washed over him. He was the one that made Peyton feel that way, he had to have been. "That's not true," he finally said. Clearing his throat, Baz paused to take a swig of his drink. He was far too sober for the conversation he was worried they were about to have. 

"Your heart's too big for your body, my sweet," he sighed. "And you can't use our relationship as any indication about what you are like in romantic partnerships. The bad shit was my fault, not yours. You're a fuckin' blessing to everyone that loves you. You're smart, witty, loyal, passionate, a damn good lover. Any man would be lucky to have you." I wish I still did, he thought. Still too sober. He finished the rest of his drink and slammed the glass down on the bar top before ordering another. "I don't know what this is about but if someone hurt you, I can take care of it." There was nothing that Basil could do to atone for what had happened in their relationship, for what he had done to the warlock. Never the less, he'd do just about anything to keep the other man mentally, physically, and emotionally safe.

[basilanand]

Baz was out and about, minding his own business as he ordered coffee and a few muffins at Brewed Awakening. As he turned around to exit, he saw a familiar face. A grin stretched across his features as he walked towards Lucian, eager to speak to him again. “Oi,” he shouted, causing a bit of a scene. “It’s been a minute since I last saw you, hasn’t it? I never got around to pickin’ your brain for more info. D’you have some time to chat a bit?”

@deadlydiviniity​

[basilanand]

Baz was at the university again, this time to give Evani another specimen his sources had given him. A set of precious stones they had dated to being from (approximately) the Peloponnesian war. He had been there countless times but for some reason, this day he was out of sorts. As he walked down a long, winding corridor, he found himself rather lost. Irritated with himself, he spotted someone nearby and approached him. “Excuse me, mate,” he called out, raising his left hand to further attract attention. “Have you got the slightest idea how I can find my way out of this damn labyrinth?” 

@edgarwayne​

[basilanand]

The week was not exactly going in Baz’s favor - Hell, the year in general wasn’t. Perhaps that’s why he was out on the town, licking his wounds with a round of drinks. He typically avoided people he knew when he was at the bar, but when he spotted Peyton out of the corner of his eye, he thought differently. “Hey,” he said hesitantly, trying to force a friendly smile. “Are you having a good night?” For some reason, the djinn thought small talk would smooth over all of their past issues like nothing had ever happened. 

@peytonfox​

[basilanand]

Upon hearing of the new business across the street, Baz was far less than pleased. He had such a competitive spirit that he took such things as a personal slight, even if they were not intended as such. To make matters worse, the other man was now approaching him. Clearly the stranger did not see the aggravated look on his face.

At first, Baz simply grumbled, scowling at the building across the street. He wasn’t a fan of men, strangers, and especially not of competition. “Baz,” he corrected him curtly. “Only my poor dead mother called me Basil.” Puffing out his chest, he stuffed his hands in his pockets to avoid any attempt at shaking hands. “Working together, huh? Well, considering I feel as though you’re attempting to take away business from my place here, and therefore money from me, I ain’t too keen on that idea.”

Making sure the dojang was in working order when they arrived was a feat. That said, though they were still moving some things in everything was coming together nicely. This allowed him to finally introduce himself to his new neighbors. He hadn’t even known there was a gym down the street until getting to town. How exciting! They both shared a love for fitness and wellbeing. This could only go well.

He waved across the street, crossing to meet the other man, “Basil, correct?Min Jae An. I’ve just moved in across the street.” motioning with his head, “I do hope in the future we can work together. In the meantime, if you need anything, My sisters –” He cut himself off, correcting, “I’m happy to help.” Because Min was a good neighbor, his sisters… were perhaps less approachable.

@basilanand

[basilanand]

lakexhoward​:​

Lake had a lot more energy since moving here, she couldn’t understand why. They had suggested the gym in town and although the brunette enjoyed running, she wasn’t familiar enough with the town to go running around it. She smiled at the stranger and shook her head. “All good. Lake. Lake Howard.” She told him as she signed the last piece of paper. 

.

“Lake Howard, eh? Nice to meet you and have you in the clientele,” he said with a smile, extending his hand in an offer to shake hers. “M’name’s Basil Anand, but I just prefer to be called Baz.” With a cheesy grin, he pointed to his barely legible, hand written name tag on the left side of his t-shirt. “So, where exactly are you from? You don’t have to tell me if it’s too invasive. I’m just tryin’ my hand at small talk.” That wasn’t exactly the truth. He wanted to try to maybe get a sense for what exactly she was without getting too close. “I can give you a tour of the gym, if you’d like by the way? Show all the specialized rooms and what not.” 

[basilanand]

With limited staffing, Baz found himself doing quite a lot of the work around the fitness center as of late. That included signing people up for a membership. Typically, he didn’t ask any questions, nor have any concerns about newer patrons. After all, they were simply giving him more money to line his pockets. This one, though... This person felt different. The djinn found himself staring at her incredulously, pen and paper in his hand. There was something about her, he couldn’t quite place it but, wow, it was powerful. “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Been a long day. Sorry ‘bout the ol’ scribe material, I like to keep physical copies in case the system goes a bit wonky.” He offered a kind smile, all the while noting his suspicions. “Can I get your name, love?” 

@lakexhoward​

[basilanand]

Baz had been tormented by his last interaction with Peyton for weeks. The unreciprocated kiss that had been placed on his lips made him feel a deep, heavy sort of guilt. He had done so many things to fuck up the relationship, so the idea that his ex would want any sort of friendship was laughable. He still had to try. Perhaps it was against better judgement, but he found himself showing up on the man’s doorstep once more. This time, he had no chocolates, no flowers. There was nothing on his person that he could use to butter Peyton up. He had to use words this time. Fuckin’ scary, if you asked him. 

He knocked on the door three times, lightly, so as not to come off as intimidating. “Ey, Peyton,” he called out just before knocking a fourth time. “It’s, uh... Well obviously it’s me. I ain’t lookin’ for much, a bit of a conversation, perhaps. Chance to explain myself.” Clearing his throat, he stepped away from the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Promise I’ll leave if you ask me to.” 

( @peytonfox​ )

[basilanand]

🛏️ - peyton

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

How had it come to this? Baz wasn’t sure exactly how or why he had ended up in Peyton’s bed at the end of the night. When he awoke from his slumber, he saw his ex laying next to him in bed. Thankfully, both of them were clothed. Otherwise that would have been a can of worms the djinn was not prepared to open again. 

He remained silent for what could have been five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes, simply staring at the painfully beautiful man. Oh, how he found himself longing to be tangled in his embrace again. With a heavy sigh, he found himself giving in to his deepest temptation - affection. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Peyton and pulled him in close. He pressed his lips to the top of his shoulder, peppering a few kisses here and there. Baz truly prayed that the man had stayed asleep and couldn’t hear what he was about to confess. “I miss you,” he whispered, his voice shaking from the emotions he held onto. “You’ll forever be the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m so sorry that I fucked it all up. I’m so sorry, my sweet prince.” 

@peytonfox​

[basilanand]

📖+ evani

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

When Baz had agreed to let Evani browse his personal library and read whatever he wanted, he did not anticipate her to pick the book she did. As he stumbled back into his study, his eyes fell upon her reading his journal. The usually stoic man grew pale and nervous. How far had she gotten? Was she reading about his nightmares since his family’s demise? Or about how madly in love he was with Peyton but couldn’t handle his own irrational distrust of men? Or, worst of all, that at one point he was falling for her. 

“Please shut that book,” he finally spoke up, his voice timid and soft. “There are a lot of personal things in there, Evani. A lot of things I don’t speak about, to anyone.” He slowly approached her, a sad look painted on his features. “Whatever you read... Look, I don’t talk about my feelings. Men like me aren’t supposed to. Unfortunately, whatever you read is true.” His gaze met hers for a moment, now suddenly hoping she did read the paragraphs where he gushed about her beauty and intellect.

@evanixkamat​

[basilanand]

💢 🔁 (so Mani to Baz, I think I did that right LOL)

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, put me down you crazy bastard!” Basil’s protests could be heard throughout the bar. So loud, in fact, people had stopped to stare. He may have had a bit too much to drink, he may have also challenged his long time friend to a fight. Did that mean he wanted to be tossed over Mani’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes? Absolutely not. In truth, he was shocked that the man was even able to do it. “I’ll fuck ye up the second you place me on the ground. Do you hear me?” He continued to protest trying to drunkenly wiggle his way out of Mani’s grasp. 

@manidharxmodi

[basilanand]

💢

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

He could see the look in their eyes, Remi’s and the man that had been cat calling her outside of the pub. Both of them had that look, the look of burning anger. Usually, Baz would have stepped in and taken care of the situation himself by disposing of the man. He was trying to turn a new leaf, though.

“Oi,” he called out, nodding in Remi’s direction. “Don’t think ‘bout it, love.” Before she even had the chance to protest, the 6′4 djinn had picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He kept his left arm wrapped tightly around her legs, just above her knees. “I ain’t got time for a scuffle, sweetheart. I’ll take care of him later, I promise.”

[basilanand]

deadlydiviniity:

Lucian blinked. “Well, you’re not the first person to call me that.” And they likely wouldn’t be the last. But it clearly didn’t bother Lucian. “Really?” The word was drawn out, Lucian leaning forward slightly as he looked the other djinn over, amusement evident on his face. “Sorry, I’m just–still dealing with all of–well…” He gestured to the man. “–you.” He was surprised they had not crossed paths before, but Lucian had been rather busy. It didn’t matter in the long run anyway, they met now, which was better than never. “Name’s Lucian. Intrigued to make your acquaintance.” 

.

“At least you can admit it,” Basil said with a smirk. He was a sucker for people that had a touch of self-deprecation. This man was no different thus far, even if he was, well, a man. “I understand. I’m quite a lot of man to deal with. It’s not easy to look at a face this pretty and not feel a bit intimidated,” he teased. “Lucian, it is a pleasure to meet you. M’name is Basil, but I insist everyone calls me ‘Baz’ instead.”