Today…

Today is not a good day.

Alexander rakes a hand through his hair to calm himself down as he leans on a table in a lobby. He fucked up… he fucked up big time… but he's so goddamn angry!

It's been weeks since the accident! Yet, everyone still thinks he's injured! He's fine! The wound is literally scarred over and he feels no pain! But no! No! No! No! He got fucking stabbed in the chest, he needs to take it easy, no one wants him to strain himself and get injured!

He's not some weak little brat! He only got stabbed! And this is Hell! He has no choice but to heal fast, but no, that's not what-

"Hey, Alexander!" Charlie comes out of nowhere and silently scares the shit out of Alexander. Her smile is big and wide, makes him wonder why she's in such a good mood. Why is she always in a good mood? She comes up to him excitedly "You're okay! When you phoned and said you were fit to work I didn't think you actually meant it!"

"Of course I'd mean it, Love, you know I don't like being cooped up inside." Alexander smiles down at her, hiding his annoyance. He wanted to work today… a certain someone didn't want him to… Alexander pulls his hair. He should stop thinking about that…

"Umm… what's with…" Charlie is motioning around her neck and Alexander frowns. Damn it, it is noticeable.

Alexander sighs and pulls at the collar around his neck. It's a purple leather collar, standard issue, easy on the skin. It has a d-clip, too, black and small enough to not really be noticed at first glance, but it fits its purpose. The collar stays in place like a regular collar or belt, but it's difficult for the wearer to take it off… which is a reason why he took it with him…

This was a sort of peace keeper from this morning… Something he didn't necessarily agree to it but it was better than not… Alexander just doesn't associate it with anything good at the moment.

"It's a peace keeper." He explains in a tone that explicitly states that he does not wish to talk about it.

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Alexander is busy clipping hedges. This one is supposed to be shaped like a normal curved hedge, possibly shaped like a snake or something else.

He's still on edge…

These past few weeks have been eventful… even if he was under watch of at least one person.

The Rose Of Blasphemy still performs, of course, except Alexander is only present, he doesn't actually perform, most of the time he's not on stage. His job now is to hype up the crowd. Sure, he sings sometimes when the crowd wants it, only songs that don't really strain him. Not a lot, but it keeps the crowd happy.

But aside from that, the one thing that was prominent was that Alexander was not allowed out of his room for the first week, he had to stay in bed so he wouldn't strain himself. His Boss made it very clear that he was not to leave until he said so, even making him do some exercises to help with movement so he could get out quicker.

It wasn't all that bad. He got breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed, including painkillers (which Alexander wasn't really happy about but he sucked it up).

It was fun for the most part. Getting visited a lot during the day, hanging out more with Jackson.

Jackson had been acting weird. Something happened, and no matter how many times Alexander asked, Jackson wouldn't tell him. All he can do is just be there for his mate during this time of not being allowed to do anything. Alexander theorises it has something to do with his headaches. And he was worried about them, if Jackson was hurting too, he wanted to know. Soon, though, Jackson got "better", or to say the least, was able to work, but stuck around a while longer.

In other news, Oli is still getting walked. Either Brandon, Hector or Sam take him out, walk him around, return him and immediately Alexander gets cuddles. Ever since the day after returning with Molly, Oli had recognised that Alexander was injured again. Cuddles and scritches.

But in those first few weeks of being on bedrest and "relaxation", Alexander had spent most of his time with his love.

Molly had been with him for most of these weeks. Tending to his wound, helping him walk around, feeding him, following him, helping him up and down stairs. All things just to help him out, and so his mates could keep working.

Then Molly became… overbearing.

Alexander sighs and stops cutting the hedge, checking the overall shape. He moves onto the next hedge, thinking back to the recent weeks he had been in Molly's care.

She, to say the least, became a little controlling when Alexander's recovery was on the line.

Controlled what he ate – when he ate for that matter. No longer allowed anything too sugary or salty, which is bullshit because he can't enjoy his favourite meals. Granted, British food is awful compared to other cuisines, but still.

When he could venture out of his room. Alexander was no longer allowed outside just to get air, he needed a reason, like someone taking him out.

She made his mates clean themselves so not to spread an infection. It wouldn't be that ridiculous if his stitches weren't covered twenty-four-fucking-seven.

No alcohol, that's a given.

He wasn't even allowed to pick out his clothes. He spilt something on his chest one time and Molly had made the rule in case he got an infection. Again, ridiculous.

She even gave Oli regular baths. Twice a day, everyday. It doesn't bother Alexander that much, actually, he likes the idea, however, she uses this weird powder afterwards that just spreads all over his room. It's supposed to "keep him clean".

It's making a fucking mess in his room, that's what it is.

It just got so bad that Alexander couldn't take it anymore! But he couldn't just flat out tell her she was making him pissed off by caring for him! No! That would have made him an arse!

No! He did it in the most-

Alexander needs to snap out of it… it's getting annoying…

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Alexander sits in the living room during his break, he cut himself and he's not looking forward to seeing anyone during this time of emotional drama. He gives himself a depressing smile, he guesses Molly was right after all…

He really fucked up, he couldn't have just kept it in and tolerated like usual, and it was for the best. He shouldn't have gotten annoyed in the first place. Molly was just worried and scared, and he sees that now of all times…

"Oi, Garden nut, why's Molly blowing up my phone?" Angel's sudden appearance doesn't really shock Alexander. It would make sense that Molly would go to Angel for comfort. Alexander was horrible to her.

"We had a fight." Alexander sighs. He's still not proud of it. It was basically a screaming match.

"About?" Angel sits next to him. Alexander figures Angel wants details before killing him. A fair way of dealing with this matter.

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"You're going out!?"

"Yes, I'm going out." Alexander groaned and continues packing his tools. He was annoyed. He got the green light from his boss and he needed to work on the Hotel's garden. He needed money "I need to go work."

"No you don't need to!" Molly pulled him back the instant he finished packing "What if you get hurt again!?"

"I'm not going to get hurt." He reassured and had gently taken her hands off him. She pulled him back in with two more.

If Alexander paid attention to her expression, he would have seen how scared Molly was. But in the heat of annoyance, he only heard her voice as he tried not to rip her hands off him "Well- no you're not going!"

Alexander pet her hands and reassures her "I got the all clear."

"I don't care!" Molly pulled him along back to his room and Alexander had to put his foot down.

"Well I do!" Alexander got out of her grasp and turned to her, pointing out the obvious "Molly, I have a job!"

"So do I, but I know when I should be working!" Molly yelled and held her face, moaning out of frustration "I swear to god, you need a collar and leash…"

"A collar and leash? For work?" Alexander's sarcasm was loud and his infuriation was practically dripping off his breath.

Molly hadn't seemed to like his tone and she yelled "To keep you from hurting yourself again!"

"I'm not going to hurt myself when I work in a garden!" Alexander yelled back. This was ridiculous, "worst case scenario, rose thorns will cut me!"

"What if you get jumped?!" Molly followed him as he made his way to the Tavern's side exit.

"I'm not going to get jumped!" Alexander groaned out and avoided getting grabbed again. He turned around to face her to give her his full attention, frustration wouldn't quite explain how he felt during this time "could you please stop being a controlling, overbearing bitch for one minute?!"

"Excuse me?!" That set her off. Alexander didn't back down when Molly stepped toward him and poked a finger in his chest, yelling louder "Maybe when you're not as defenceless as a baby, I might stop worrying about you!"

"I'm not defenceless! I got fucking distracted and he stabbed me!" Alexander yelled back, swatting her hand away, and had to bite back that urge to… grow out. He saw only a slight lining of violet lining his vision "you saw me pinning him!"

"I saw you get stabbed!" She countered and grabbed his arm. Alexander tried to pull it back, but she wouldn't budge. She pulled at the bag his tools were in "You're not going out! You still have bandaging!"

"For fucks sake! Shut up!" Alexander rips his arm away and took the bag back. He was gritting his teeth when he growled at her "I'm fine!"

"You're not fine! You still have bandaging!" Molly repeated her point and she screamed "You still need someone to watch over you, you fricking son of a bitch!"

"I'll put on the damn collar if it shuts you up!" Alexander screamed back and snatched the collar from her, tightening it around his neck as he stomped his way through his path, Molly was following him. He did not have time to deal with her shit. He was late. The moment he clasped the collar on, he swivels back around to face her, feeling more dramatic and pissed off as he yelled, "there! Happy!? Part of your plan to fucking keep me in line is working! Now stop mothering me! I need to go!"

"No! I'm not happy!" Molly walked in front of him and managed to stop him in his tracks "I don't want you to be a dumbass!"

Alexander didn't know why, but he took major offense to being called that name "Oh? I'm a dumb arse now? What happened to treating me like a baby!?"

"Would you do move on from that?!" Molly yelled and Alexander managed to win the side step battle, passing her with ease while she stood there, upset.

"How can I? I'm apparently a dumb arse!" Alexander called out his last words to her for the day. They were out of anger and pent up frustration.

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Angel sighs and holds his face. This kid… is a fucking idiot! Snapping like that? Because his sister was "overbearing"? He got stabbed in the chest and he expected everyone just to sweep it under the rug? Sure! This is Hell! But no one heals that quickly!

And they, as in both of them, Molly and Angel, saw him get stabbed! It's not like Molly's going to let that go! How could she? He nearly died too! If they weren't there that night, who knows what would have gone down?

Alexander nearly died. Molly's boyfriend nearly died. In front of her. Of course she'd lose a screw! Who wouldn't?!

By fucking god- Angel needs to tell Alexander this. Maybe then he'd actually think.

Angel turns his attention back to Alexander, mouth open, ready to yell.

He stops himself.

Alexander looks… dull. He's slouched in his seat and looking down, playing with the collar around his neck almost lovingly.

His hair is shielding his face in a weird way, hiding his eyes, but Angel can see his wavering frown. If Angel didn't know any better, he would think Alexander would start crying if he hadn't started already.

Angel huffs out a sigh and leans back on the couch, texting Molly to calm her down. She's been texting him, ranting about what happened. She's been acting weirder than he first thought ever since Alexander got stabbed in front of them. Like she's scared.

And Angel doesn't want his sister to be scared.

"It was our first fight…" Angel glances over hearing Alexander's gloomy tone, paying attention albeit reluctantly but paying attention nonetheless. There's not a waver as he talks, but that doesn't guarantee that he's not crying. "I said all those mean things to her… I won't be surprised if she wants to break up with me…"

Then Alexander stays silent.

Not a word.

Not a sound.

Then there's the slightest tiny, doleful whimper.

Angel groans and throws his head back. This fucking heart string puller!

"Look, cool down, get some time away…" Angel grunts and rubs Alexander on the back, an action which makes the deer jolt slightly before calming down. Angel's affection moves onto a friendly brush of fingers through Alexander's hair as the deer wipes his eyes "This is a warning. okay? Make up later, I don't care how long, but if I get word that Molly's crying, you will not be found."

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Alexander decided to take Angel's warning and make up with Molly. It will either end in disaster or the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and it is obvious which outcome is more likely. But he needs help for this to have that slight chance of prevailing. Alexander needs to talk to the woman that could possibly save his relationship.

Niffty.

Sure, it may seem strange, but Niffty is the type of character to know about this stuff, Alexander has found romance novels by her work space before.

And in his break, she was easy to find, dusting away some bookshelves near the living room, on the other side of the hallway.

Alexander walks over and fiddles with his fingers. He needs to think of a way to communicate his stress, not just an unhealthy "I fucked up this morning, I need help", that would just look bad.

Alexander crouches beside her and Niffty notices him. She smiles up at him and greets as she continues to dust "Hi!"

"Hello, Love, I was wondering if I could ask of you some advice?" Alexander tilts his head slightly away from the dusting so Niffty can do her thing. But she pauses. She places the duster down and looks back up at him. This is kind of confusing to Alexander, but he figures that she knows something is wrong.

"What advice?" Niffty reaches over and begins playing with Alexander's hair. He doesn't mind, her hands are tiny and it doesn't hurt.

"Well… it relates to my relationship…" Alexander tugs some of his hair and balances himself with his other hand. He glances over to her and sees her looking confused. He closes his eyes "I fucked up this morning."

"How so?"

"Well… I said some nasty things in an argument…" Alexander feels Niffty's hand pulls his hair slightly.

"Just apologise." Niffty states and she moves back onto dusting. Alexander watches as she zooms around. Was that it?

Maybe the others can help out?

"You what?" Alexander did not expect that to come from Crymini. Or the stares from Vaggie and Charlie…

He's meeting up with the girls in one of the dance rooms Charlie up and readied. It's good exercise, he admits, but not for him. He does have two left feet sometimes.

Niffty wasn't much help, she's a romancer. The perfect relationship in her perspective is constant love. No room for arguments. But he liked her idea about coming up to Molly's doorstep. Maybe when it rains… that's too dramatic.

But now to the subject at hand…

"Well…" Alexander tugs his hair nervously.

"No, don't say anything…" Vaggie holds her nose while Charlie smiles nervously. Crymini just looks plain confused.

"So, you two had a fight?" Charlie asks and Alexander nods "About her being… overbearing?"

"Yeah… stupid, right?" Alexander can only smile weakly; it sounds so bad… "I really fucked up…"

"Oh my god, celebrities are the worst at relationships…" Crymini whimpers and hides her face.

"Hello, Husk…" Alexander sighs as he sits at the bar. After that… he needs a drink.

Husk serves him a standard beer like usual and they sit in silence.

Alexander swigs a bit from the bottle and looks over to a clock. His break is nearly over… And so far he's has no idea what to do. Sure, the girls are helpful, but they kept sprouting forgiveness and how Molly will forgive him… it's nonsense… wishful thinking, but nonsense…

Alexander leans down and continues to drink. He doesn't know what to do…

"If you want to get on your girl's good side, just don't piss her off." Husk suddenly advises, making Alexander sit up immediately in confusion. Husk continues to drink. Alexander smiles a bit and finishes up his drink.

Alexander is raking some leaves when he gets a chill down his spine. Something is not right. He's being watched… but by who…?

He holds the rake down and straightens up, stretching his spine, to look around behind him. The garden is beautiful as always… but he knows someone else is near… He just doesn't know where they are…

Alexander turns his attention back to the task at hand, but he's met with red eyes.

He jumps back, giving a yell, falling back on his arse from getting startled so. He looks up at a smug looking Alastor.

"Fucking hell- don't do that!" Alexander yells and holds his heart, feeling it go out of control. God damn it, not today… Not today, Alastor…

"I hear you're having lady troubles." Alastor muses and steps around Alexander to let him stand up. Alexander dusts himself off as he looks over to Alastor "I wish to give advice."

He what? "I thought you-"

"I simply want to advise you that you shouldn't wait." Alastor tuts and walks off.

Alexander watches him leave the garden in confusion. Shouldn't wait? What does that mean? Did he mean to just get on with it?

What an insensitive bastard.

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Alexander cuts himself again, this time some part on his arm. Maybe he should call it quits for today… he needs to make it right with Molly sometime today… this is a good opportunity.

"Charlie! I'm leaving early!" He announces as he walks out of the garden. He'll tend to the scratch later. He pulls the collar slightly as he looks around to locate Charlie, she's spotted on the stairs look down at him with a little concern.

"What? Why?" She asks as she steps down, Alexander shrugs and points to his chest.

"Not feeling too well, unfortunately, Love." He explains and waves at her, she waves back with a perturbing smile. Oh dear, he's worrying her now, too.

"This has nothing to do with…" Charlie hangs on her question as Alexander walks off. He knows what she wants to say.

"I just feel off, Love, nothing to it." Alexander assures and steps backward out of the exit, he gives a salute before heading out.

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Alexander gulps in anxiousness, the pit of his stomach is sore. No, not sore, but something else. Is this what fear feels like? True fear? Or is he just nervous? Guilty? Maybe all of the above…

He looks down at the bouquet he made. It's a simple bouquet this time. Just five different flowers, totalling in around fifteen individual flowers. Pink Roses, White Orchids, Spring Crocus, Buttercups and Purple Hyacinth. It fits what he's trying to convey… but there's an undeniable feeling that just screams it's not going to work. He's scared that feeling will be right.

Alexander lifts a hand to knock on the door. It's shaking.

Goddamn, this should be easy… just a simple apology and leave if she's still mad at him. Oh god, if she's still mad…

He's probably over thinking this…

He quickly knocks on the door three times and mentally screams at himself for it, pulling his hand behind his back and practically shivers in the spot. This feeling won't go away. And, all honesty, he wouldn't blame Molly for not wanting to accept his apology.

Alexander jumps slightly when the door opens and he looks down when he meets Molly's eyes. He clears his throat nervously and flicks his eyes back up to see Molly's. She… doesn't look happy… but she's not mad either… that should be a good sign…

"U-um… Hello Molly…" Alexander stutters and he rubs the arm holding the bouquet. He looks away slightly out of nervousness. Is it nervousness? Or fear? Maybe a bit of both? "I-I… I came to apologise."

Her silence is making him even more nervous. Or scared. Fuck it, he's scared.

"I… don't expect you to forgive me for… yelling at you and saying… all those insults. But, I'm sorry." Alexander uses his spare hand to stop the hand holding the bouquet from shaking. He wants to put on a smile but he can't. He can do so, it's easy… but he just can't seem to push himself to… "I don't want to make an excuse for my behaviour… because if I do, that will just make this worse than it already is… I just want you to know that-"

Molly suddenly pulls him inside by his collar, choking him slightly as he's then slammed on her wall.

Alexander gulps and holds the bouquet to his chest as he looks down at Molly. She's closing the door with one hand while the other three are pinning him. She's not looking at him.

He stays silent as she uses her free hand to hold his neck, right on the clip of the collar.

He shivers when she looks up into his eyes. He can't read them. It's like she's expressionless, but at the same take projecting so much feeling onto him…

She curls her fingers under the collar and pulls Alexander down, he swallows down his protests and lets her control him. His face is close to hers. Alexander sees the vast amount of black, sucking in all light to produce such beautiful eyes, gleaming pink in the light.

"Don't say a word." Alexander bites his lip at how serious her order sounds. She's bound to be mad. Why wouldn't she be? He yelled her for basically caring for him. He must have come off as so ungrateful… and it's horrible. Just snapping like that…

She kisses him.

Alexander isn't processing what is happening. She's… kissing him? Yeah, he can feel her lips on his, but… Molly wouldn't kiss him, right? Not after what he did and said…

Why?

Molly pulls back and Alexander just stares into her eyes.

"I'm sorry too." She whispers and pecks his lips again. Why would Molly be sorry? Why is she apologising? It was Alexander that lost his temper…

Molly lets go on his arms but keeps a hand on the collar as she gently takes the bouquet from him. Alexander pulls at some of his hair as he watches Molly holds the bouquet against her chest, smelling the flowers and overall embracing the combination.

It's making him a bit nervous.

"Let's put this behind us." Molly lets the collar go and instead wraps her arm around Alexander's waist to pull him along. Alexander smiles slightly as Molly pulls him along, into her living room, dining room and kitchen combination. He likes this room, it's practical. She places the flowers on the coffee table and drags Alexander to pin corner him on the couch. Alexander feels his face warm up and he curls his hair in his fingers, looking down at Molly and her smile… he loves that smile… "We'll have fun tonight, okay? We can both tell each other how sorry we are."

"Oh… okay, darling…" Alexander holds himself from stuttering. He's happy.