WATCH ME BURN

Axel Taylor. 40. July 29th. Head of Arms Dealings. The Bratva. "Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters."

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DILARA OZDEMIR

Anticipation lingered in the air and Dilara whom considered herself to be a rather patient woman, felt anything but. The hours seemed to slow to a painful pace and she was left waiting to watch the chaotic plan that had been in the making for a number of months finally come to fruition. Tension lingered in her shoulders as she shifted in her set, sitting up a little straighter in the presence of another. “You mean to tell me you actually care for my opinion?“ Dilara couldn’t help but shake her head as a lowly chuckle escaped her. Chocolate hues studied him further as he moved about the room. How was it that two people that were once so close, could now be worlds apart. “I’m not sure the man that holds the end of that leash around your neck would be too happy to hear such a thing.” She taunted, downing the contents of her vessel to discard of her glass before her attention returned to the man in question. “Shouldn’t you be out enjoying yourself and not looking for ghosts where there are none.” The Syndicate head added, only this time her tone softened slightly, void of her usually cold façade. 

...

Axel scoffs quietly as he shakes his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. “That’s not what I said, darlin’. All I did was ask ya if you like what you see... That has nothin’ to do with me carin’ about your opinion.” He leans back against the wall, holding a beer bottle between his index finger and his thumb, letting it dangle at his side. “I’m sure there are more people between our two little businesses that are fuckin’ one another. As long as people are keepin’ their mouths shut. What’s the harm?” He asks as he brings the bottle up to his lips, taking a long sip of it. “You think highly of yourself, Dilara.” He mutters. “I was lookin’ for the fuckin’ bathroom, not you.”

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JACK TAYLOR

There are very few places that Jack goes that don’t prompt her to immediately plan out an exit strategy. It’s become as instinctual as breathing has and over the years, each one has stored itself away for whatever rainy day might come biting at her heels, waiting to catch her off guard. Jack Taylor had never felt the need to think about that in her brothers home. The greatest safe haven she’d ever known existed purely with Axel, and maybe that was why she came here instead of going home, or to the compound. She doesn’t wait for much more, the front door closes behind her and she’s hyper aware of the way he looks her over, trying to find a pinpoint for where the blood might be from, but there’s nothing for him to worry about - so she says nothing. The heat of the water scalds and Jack has never wanted to be rid of the crimson as much as she does now. The thought of getting out of the shower before she knows it’s stripped layers from her skin is almost crippling and she barely remembers the last time she’s fought so hard for breath. 

By the time she resurfaced in the kitchen, after digging through the mess of clothes she always left in the spare room, Jack felt a little more alive - no longer able to feel Brandon’s fleshy wound beneath her palms. “Not mine.” And it was the only immediate answer that she could give him, as lithe fingertips find the glass he’s poured her, she finishes it in a single mouthful. It’s crass, and she can feel the slight tremor in the hand that curls tighter now. “Do you ever think about everything we’ve given up to be who we are?” Under no circumstance, had Jack ever considered the life she led to be wrong - nor did she regret any single part of it. Upon realizing all the things that would never be “normal”, she’d suffered no pain. “I thought I was done with this shit after Lincoln.” After he’d used her to get information - to get closer to the Bratva - after she’d sunk three bullets into him and closed herself off to everyone and everything. Pouring a second drink, she sits in the chair next to him, dark hues focusing on nothing at all, “I won’t be blindsided again.”

...

Axel nods once when she confirms it wasn’t her blood. He picks up the bottle and pours her another before placing the bottle back on the table. Drifting his hand back to his own glass, he picks up the glass and brings it to his lips, pausing at her question for a few seconds to ponder over it before he tips the glass back to drink the contents down in one swift motion. He places the empty glass onto the table in front of him as he nods his head at her words. “Yeah.” It’s all he can say because what else he he supposed to say? He does not regret the choices he has made to be in the position he is in today but he knows it comes with risks. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, picking up the bottle to pour some more into his glass.

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JACK TAYLOR

@axeltaycr​ @ his place time: 640am 1st January (is this a throw back bc that was a month ago? probs)

Everything felt, strangely off kilter. The once feeble glamor that the emerald green dress held now dulled out by the splotches of dried blood. Staining her fingernails and caught in the creases of the rings she wore in a way that bothered her far more than it ever had before. Somehow, she’d managed to be swept up into the back of the ambulance as they transported Brandon to the hospital, fussed over as if she suffered some brand of shock and trauma that hadn’t long since settled as part of the job. But the bullet hadn’t come from her - a shocking revelation when one considered who she was - and another painstaking reminder as she watched known syndicate members stream into the waiting room to see Brandon upon his surgery to remove the bullet. A fickle complication that soon had her adhering to the nurses insistence that she go home - do as many autonomous things as would carry her throughout the day (eat, sleep; wash the blood of another down the drain…) Home didn’t feel right though, and when the car pulled away from the curb, Jack realized that she’d given the driver her brothers address.  Without feeling like waiting for another car, she admonished herself for not paying attention sooner and made her way through the front door, more than willing to barely pay Axel any mind until she’d screwed her head on a little more - but well wishes weren’t always granted. One foot in the door, she stopped, onyx hues landing on the only others she knew to be as dark as her own. “I need a shower..” It fell in a way that didn’t sound like her own voice and she knew it “..– vodka, tell me you’ve got vodka..

...

Axel leans against one side of the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. A cigarette dangling between his lips as the events of the night replayed in his mind. How could he have not scoped out the area a little better? He knew the second he went to see Zeph it was going to be a long conversation of him repeating what had gone on over and over. There was no way anyone but them and the owner’s family knew what was happening in the basement. So, maybe it was the other side of the deals fault but whoever it was had a bounty on their head and this Taylor was going to be the one to complete. 

His head turned as he heard the front door, knowing it could only be one person he waited until she walked further in. His gaze drifted to every single inch of her to make sure the blood on her fingers hadn’t come from her. Inhaling a puff of the cigarette, he gestures his head towards the bathroom to let her know she can go take a shower and there’s already a fresh towel hanging up for her. He waits until she leaves the room before he moves away from the archway towards the kitchen to grab a glass. He grabs the bottle of vodka he set aside of his sister whenever she comes over like this, screwing off the cap with his index finger and thumb, tossing the lid onto the counter. He pours her a single glass and plucks it off the counter, making his way over to the kitchen table and placing both the bottle of vodka and the glass he poured before plopping down himself. His eyes lift up towards the area his sister appears in an hour or so later, leaning back in his seat. “Who’s blood?” He asks.

[rhislean]

[aestheticallypleasingurmom]

I’m so fucking soft when it comes to her

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@dilaraeozdemir

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ZEPHYR VRONSKY

“With a dazzling personality like that, I doubt they’d ever actually think that.” Zeph laughed, a short, brash sound that went hand in hand with never once knowing his best friend to be something close to approachable and perhaps, coming from him, that meant something. “Obviously, I can’t imagine anyone you’d actively make friends with would be all too sound of mind.” And between the two of them, he believed they had that covered. “I’m not, but don’t stop on my behalf.”

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Axel rolled his eyes as he leaned against the bar, plucking his beer bottle off the surface of the bar. “They don’t like it, the door can hit them on the ass when they leave.” He didn’t really care if he was unapproachable, his role in the Bratva had built him to be that way and the only time he had seemed semi-approachable is when he feels like it will get him close to something for the family. He turned his head to look over at him, arching a brow at him. “Friends are overrated,” he smirked. The only person he would consider his friend is the man next to him but Zeph was also someone he would lay his life on line for in a heartbeat. “Not even one drink to ring in the New Year?”

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DILARA OZDEMIR

location: NYE event, 

status: closed to @axeltaycr

It’s still early in the evening when the woman finds herself in search of an escape. Wandering the meandering corridors, the Syndicate leader finds herself seeking solace within the silence of an empty room. Manicured fingertips trail the length of the bookshelf as dark irises drift over the vast array of authors that adore what seems to be something of a makeshift library. Settling into a chair, she raised her glass to her lips before taking a rather large sip of it’s deep red contents. Not even the wine could still her mind as she once again went over the plan, which was fruitless given the pieces had been laid out hours prior. Now it was but up to Brielle and Tommy to ensure they played out exactly as was planned. However, the sound of the door creaking open before swinging shut behind a cacophony of footsteps shunted her from her thoughts. “You again.” Dilara breathed, drinking in the man’s attire before speaking up once more. “Whomever was behind convincing you to squeeze into a suit deserves an award.“

...

It was a few more hours until the deal downstairs started and after the few beers at the bar, Axel had to search for the bathroom. He walked down the hall, furrowing his brows as he noticed the doors didn’t really give indicate on where the bathroom was. He reached down, grabbing a door knob and turning it, pushing it open and lifting his eyes up to see Dilara sitting in a chair. He turned his head to look over his shoulder before he took a step across the threshold, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, not responding to the comment. He tilted his head down to look at his suit, clearing his throat as he lifted his eyes back up towards her. “Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

[bernthalized]

JON BERNTHAL as Frank Castle The Punisher s01e02

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ZEPHYR VRONSKY

Though it’s inaudible within the cacophony around them, there’s something of a laugh that languidly settles in his throat at the sheer realization that crossed the face of their fleeting company. “You should smile more, Ax.” Noted in amusement as he settles into the seat he’d initially intended, azure hues relegating his best friend easily, ‘You might make better friends.” He knew that Axel wasn’t all too thrilled to be here - at least with the dress code - but Zephyr had made it obvious that the deal would be a little trickier to navigate without all of his most trusted on board. 

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Axel rolled his eyes at his words when his best friend told him he should smile more. “The last thing I want is people to think I’m approachable.” He muttered. He lifted his glass up off the surface of the bar and taking a long sip. “I don’t need friends, Zeph.” Plus the last time he tried to get to know someone new it turned out she was a sworn enemy of what he stood for. “What are you drinking tonight?”

[bernthalized]

JON BERNTHAL as Frank Castle The Punisher (s01e06)

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ZEPHYR VRONSKY

open

IM NOT DOING LOCATIONS ANYMORE - WE’RE AT THA PARTY 

There’s something in the way that the crowd almost shifts out of his way as he makes his way across the ballroom, with little intention of lingering too near those dancing lest he get swept up somehow, Zephyr seeks out depth within the room, a place he can linger as he always seems to. A shadow, as opposed to a corporeal being. Regardless of the celebrations, the bratva president trusted very little within this city, and perhaps even less beyond it, his generally introverted nature in public not such an easy farce to part with as he found an empty table and reached for the chair. At almost entirely the same moment as another did. His hand slipped away, raising slightly, “It’s all yours.”

...

Axel turned his head to look over at the person who touched the chair he had been saving for Zeph. His head tilted to the side, his dark hues darkening to let the person know that they should probably walk away before he does something about it. He smirked as soon as the person stammered over their words to give Zeph the chair and walked away. “Sit the fuck down,” he gestured to the empty seat as he turned his head back towards his glass, picking it up and taking a sip of it. If he was honest, he was a little more grumpy because of the fact he was in some stupid ass clown suit to celebrate the New Year. As if it was going to be different than any other year.

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LUCIA MONTES

She regards the male momentarily as he speaks and nods in answer, he seemed innocent enough. Which in this city meant next to nothing, her last relationship taught her that anyone and everyone should be scrutinized. “My whole life has been one shit show after another.” Lucia began with a shrug. “I got used to it, no use crying over things. Either fix it or move on. Or in this case find someone else to fix it.” she chuckled. The outlook she had on life was as simple as that. She’d learned long ago no amount of begging or pleading would make events turn out the way you want them. When a roadblock was presented she either found another way or ran right through. “Lucia.” she responded taking his extended hand for a quick shake. “So, are you always so altruistic?” she asked leaning back into her seat smiling at the bartender that placed her drink down, offering a quick thanks. “Not that I’m complaining!” she added towards Axel before taking a sip.

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Axel let his eyes drift over towards her as he held the beer bottle between his index finger and his thumb. “Yeah, guess you could say the same thing about me.” Although, it wasn’t something he would label a shit show but it was easy to act like he could relate to her. His head turned to look over towards her as he brought his drink up to his lips, taking a long sip of it as he nodded his head. “I rather clean up my own messes myself,” he explained as he stood up from the stool, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. After shaking her hand, his hand moved back to his wallet to open it and toss a couple of bills onto the counter. “People say I’m pretty giving.” He smirked. “Shall we go look at that car now?” He asked, shutting his wallet and putting it back into his pocket.

END.

[lukaskyle-moved]

you can’t just be in crime, not without being a little criminal

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DILARA OZDEMIR

“Twice is but a coincidence, three times a pattern… once more and I might start to think it is you whom is actively seeking me out.“ The woman replied, all to aware of the heat that ghosted her skin under his touch. Dark brown orbs flickered across his features and for but a fleeting moment it was as if they were locked up in her quaint Boston apartment, tangled between the sheets as she traced delicate patters across his bare chest. However, it was the sound of a fist hitting the door behind her that had her snapping out of her trance like state and immediately raising a hand to press over his mouth. Ms Ozdemir, you okay in there. The voice of her bodyguard was loud, and she knew the other well enough to note the distinct undertone of concern. “I’m fine, Simon. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She reassured, and his retreating footsteps were confirmation enough to assure her that he had respected her answer, even if his tone alone was enough to indicate there would be further questions later. 

Her breathing hitched as his nose brushed against her skin, and she raised her leg, thigh pressing hard against his hip as her own hand lowered to the small blade tucked neatly into the garter his hand was mere inches from before swiftly lifting it to press lightly against his throat. “Seems you never met the real me either.” She countered, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. Though her words were something of a lie, the woman he had met had been her truest self; so far removed from the version that had hardened in the wake of her fathers passing and the title that was bestowed unpredictably upon her. “I’ll take your suggestion under consideration.” She added, as her free hand swiftly pulled the burner phone from her jacket before slipping it into his. The phone held no contacts, nothing but a single text message from an unknown number that detailed the name of an old motel just off the highway beyond the city. Only then did she lower the blade, slipping out from between the male and the door before returning to the weapon to it’s position as she fixed her dress. “Tekrar buluşana kadar, Sevgili.” And with that she pushed past the man and took her leave; security all too hastily falling back into their flanking positions. 

END

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LUCIA MONTES

“Looks that way doesn’t it,” Lucia smiled glad that she was getting assistance, but mostly her joy resided in not having to venture far to get help. She hadn’t realized just how much the day wore on her until she settled into the seat, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “I must be in a good mood!”  she indulged her company with a grin. “Unfortunately no, I’m not that well-versed and I don’t wanna be touching anything and making it worse.” she explained because it had happened before. In her self-assuredness, mostly stubbornness, Lucia had messed with the car even more and she had learned her lesson. Ask for help instead of paying a bigger bill. “I’ll have what he’s having.” she nodded to the bartender. “Mechanic?” she asked the man when the bottle was placed before her.

...

Axel chuckles as he glances in her direction. “Yeah, kind of does.” He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he raises his beer up to his lips again, taking another long sip. “For someone whose night has been shit on repeatedly... You’re doin’ pretty good keepin’ your head up.” Any person who truly knew the male, his sister and Zeph were painfully aware of how much he despised things like this. Small talk but it was easy to slip into another person’s skin when he was sure the person didn’t know who he was or what side he played for. “I feel like that’s somethin’ my sister would say.” Although he knew out of the two Taylor siblings that she was the one who was better with cars. He shook his head. “Not officially but I know my way around a car,” he teased. “Axel,” he says, extending his hand out towards her.