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@dadivosos
dadivosos --- depending muse blog for
francis schaefer - chief of staff at city hall & assassin for the cavalry santiago del castillo - congress member for ny's 13th district harold cho - director of developmental design and strategy for cho industries & contracts manager for the contingency alfred ambani - con-artist for the reserve & hacker isaac langdon - detective for the nypd & weapons manufacturer for the cavalry mattia lombardi - enforcer for the demirci family
" i believe new yorkers believe they're the best in the world , " he said absentmindedly , throughly aware that the pair were indeed surrounded by new yorkers. he has yet to run into someone who he found appealing , well someone who he wasn't interested in sleeping though even that was very few. saadet had known a side to him that many others didn't necessarily know existed. he had always been reserved , quiet and overall stoic however , after such a long time there had to have been someone to break the man at least slightly. he pulled out a little sachet and placed it on the table , " if you make a face or react poorly you will never find out what is in here. "he warned before sliding over the small sachet which held a mini snowglobe of the statue of liberty. ellis island had been overrated.
@noxmourners ( saadet )
"Try concerned. You, my friend, have a tendency to pine and perish." Maddox teases, even as an air of truth echoes as he places the food on his kitchen counter. They are best friends, friends in arms, brothers in all but blood. So he's had a sense about the things even Santi won't talk about, such as the longstanding affection for a certain woman of myth and fear. "You're really gonna play it like this?"
" pine and perish ? what are you ? a fucking poet now ? " though he knew maddox was at least ten times worse than he was. at any given moment the other would not hesitate to do worse but maddox was also more reserved in a way that he was not. unfortunately , any edge santiago had was completely gone as soon as lottie's lips touched his. it was game over. " play it like what ? " lips curled into a small grin.
LOCATION: the archives TAG: @pantheonhqstarters open no limit but BE COOL
If there was one place Saadet could call home outside her condo, it was this place: a rare and old book dealer that looked like something straight out of a movie. It was close and quiet, the sort of place she could lose herself in for hours--and did. Before her family arrived it was a favorite place to go when she needed to whittle away a few hours and now she used it as a place to reset herself, and she hoped to keep her little hiding place something of a secret from her siblings. She was a creature of habit, and so a quiet Sunday afternoon demanded a visit to her favorite spot where she wandered, distracted, through the packed, hushed aisles to see if she could find anything new. This led to a rounded corner and a startle as she nearly collided with someone else.
"Sorry," she murmured, then tried to dance around the other person only for them to accidentally mirror her, leaving them both standing in the same spot. "Sorry--" she repeated, smile awkward.
harry had slowly begun to assimilate himself to working again. he wasn't fully cleared from the doctors but he still managed to find himself at the archives from time to time. he could tell the regulars apart from the tourists and though the woman was once categorized as a tourist to him , she'd been there more often than not. their meeting would be inevitable , though he hadn't meant for it to be at this exact moment. distracted on his phone , like always , he suddenly felt someone approach. it took him a couple of seconds to look up to see the woman attempting to avoid him , " no -- i'm sorry , " he corrected. " people tell me i should pay more attention . "
he had told stella in between briefings in the precinct that he had something he wanted to run by her. it wasn't necessarily finished but just enough where it could be useful within the market. aslan and miray of course got final say but he liked to pass it through those who would use it the most and stella tended to be a little more sane in comparison to the blonde child running amuck. " is it just me or is it a bit more quiet than usual ? " feeling a bit more comfortable within high caliber walls to speak freely. " so i 3d printed something , it's only meant to be a temporary arm that would be able to pass through airport security but the chamber keeps stalling for me , so i wanted to have you test it. "
@softstcps ( stella )
Her eyes shot up briefly to give him a look, one of slight annoyance fueled by a sisterly affection. "You're not going to win this argument, so you might as well accept it!" she tossed back cheerfully, a good-natured smile returning. "We'll replace that painting, different curtains, new rug. Just make it a bit more...homey. So maybe you'll learn to like spending time here." Ayla was, of course, cognizant of the fact that not everybody who had made the move with the Demirci siblings was as thrilled to be doing so as she was. Change was difficult, especially for people who had been tossed around so often in life that it took some time to find their footing.
She set her phone in her lap and chuckled. "What, people here speak faster than me?" Much of her own conversation was full stream of consciousness with barely a breath in earshot, but she supposed he was used to that by now. "Let me try to change your mind, at least a little. There are restaurants and shows and museums..." She had already started making yet another list in her head. "If you're going to be here, you might as well try to enjoy something." Before they knew it, Ayla had a feeling that the demands of the business and the consequences of making such a big splash in a new place would take away all of their free time. "And then if you still hate it...well, I'll try to let it go. Okay?"
despite not having siblings of his own he couldn't lie and say the demirci's had been nothing if not kind. his family was comprised of his father and his father alone , a father who spoke about the life he had left behind and now had to deal with people and things he didn't understand just to give him a better life --- if he called the risk he took every day , a life. playful sigh escaped his lips before nodding , " how can i say no to you ? " more a rhetorical question than anything , ayla had a tendency to get what she wanted whether it was with him , her family or others in the organization. he didn't know all the details but knew enough that they would be staying for quite a while despite their overstepping.
he nodded his head , " they also have an accent , they say water with an o and coffee with a random w , it makes no sense. " as if his own accent baffled no one. " have been trying to do things between meetings your sister has , however the time change is a bit difficult getting used to. " the seven hour difference was grueling but he would eventually get used to it. " have you been enjoying your time ? how are the locals treating you ? "
"Not just where he was, I knew what he did and why he ran. I don't know why all of a sudden it mattered now to him. I've known for 12 years." Nan hadn't told a soul and even though she'd told Francis about the gang, she still didn't want to tell him all of the reason for Frank's departure. Because, it could cost him in a way she didn't want to. She slowly inched her away closer to her apartment and towards Francis but stopped at his words.
Letting go of the railings, she looked straight at her brother. Listening to every word he said. Her brother in that moment was a stranger. She stood there, blinking at him but then she nodded. Nan couldn't ask him why he hadn't told her. She had just told him all of the things she had been holding back from since she was seventeen as well. "We are in this together now, Francis." She shared as she moved towards him, hugging him even though it caused her an extreme amount of pain. "All I wanted to do was protect and never let you know these things, because I love you so much and I wanted to keep you safe. And here you were, doing the same shit. All this time I let you think I was weak and helpless, but you have to see that I'm strong too. You're not alone in this shit." She moved to take her brothers face in her hands as she felt her body shaking from the pain. "I trust you, Francis. Do you trust me?"
francis paused assessing the information she was giving him , there were only a couple of reasons he could think a person would run. " let me guess , he wasn't trying to avoid child support , " small tease but he knew the man capable of that and so much more. frank had not idolized frank , francis had always been realistic when it came to him knowing there was no way he had loved him. he had hoped deep down that maybe he loved nan , that way at least she would be separed of the eventual heartbreak. however , neither had been spared , too young to understand or maybe even too young to care -- francis had always told nan she didn't need him and still believed she did well despite it all.
one of his biggest fears was seeing how nan would look at him after his identity was revealed , after he revealed he killed people , several , for years. where there was shame there was only worry , a worry that she would send him away , shun him , never speak to him when they used to be attached to the hip. the years had separated him , each sibling with their own secret hidden for the other's safety. it was all making a lot more sense. all the tension seemed to disappear as soon as she wrapped her arms around him , a sense of relief was riddled throughout his body. he nodded , pressing a kiss to the top of her head , " you should've told me sooner , " though the same could've been said for him. " i'll call a medic to check on you at my place while the cleaner does their thing , they'll have your place clean by morning. do you need to make a bag or want to borrow something ? "
i’m a blonde man. btw
everyone wants me to die. I see how it is
"And then...once I hit the ground, I ran. I ran here and started to go up the fire escape but he caught up and he tried to drag me down. I kept going though and finally got up here but he was too fast for me to pull up the gate." She remembered the sensation of gripping on to the ladder rung and looked at her hands. "He tackled me then started to...you know." One of her hands gestured at her throat. Realizing how insane this all sounded. "He was standing over me and I finally was able to grip his leg and tugged at it and he slipped and..." She gestured to their father.
"How do you have it covered? Please, Francis. Talk to me. I don't want you to get in trouble." She felt the tears stinging her eyes as she felt absolutely stupid for calling him. Implicating him in this. Of course when she texted him Frank was still alive. But now? When he said they were not going to hospital she shook her head. "Where are we going? Are we staying here?"
She gripped onto the balcony rails even tighter unsure about how hard she'd hit her head various times in the past several minutes. "I found out why he left. And I found where he lives. Lived. Well at least at the time when I looked. It's how I started going to the Reapers MC. He was one. The person who told me must have come clean to him or something. I'm not going to tell you the whole thing, because I don't want someone coming after you, but the Pantheon knows. They texted me. And I did what they asked to keep it from coming out. Remember when I asked you about Sebastian Hope?" Nan figured if she was going to come clean she better come clean about it all.
" jesus fucking christ , " he muttered as she explained what was happening. he couldn't believe it , he should have known , he should have looked for frank and knocked some sense into him , instead he simply let her take care of it. at her question he paused contemplating his next words , he did promise romy he would come clean to nan eventually. he pinky promised actually. he let her continue speaking , he moved forward holding his hand out for her to take. " so that was it --- he did all this because you knew where he was ? " jaw clenched slightly , it seemed like an idiotic reason to him but frank was not exactly in his right mind. he paused at the mention of sebastian -- he had his own qualms with pantheon for that exact reason.
he let out a sigh , " when i was seventeen i ran over a kid , i panicked , i didn't tell anyone but he ended up being the kid of the old police commissioner who basically said they would lock up whoever it was. " he paused before adding , " i was basically blackmailed into becoming an assassin by someone and i haven't stopped since so , " he paused " so i can handle him and this and everything but you've got to trust me. "
Enlightening him on how he's wrong? A recipe for another fight. But Amelia and Alfie always stirred into the slipstream of chaos and disagreement. She bites her tongue, just for a moment. Then, she unclenches, offering the most honest answer she has; "It wasn't just about my career." Amelia exhales, the context that she was never able to give him, because he left the next day and was on the arm of a Swedish super model within twenty-four hours. "It was about me; my issues, my history." All the things she was scared to tell him; the trauma inflicted by her father, the secrecy that came with her birth. All the fears and anxieties that scared her away from his love, that caused her to hurt him. "All the secrets." And Alfie had some of his own, clearly. A con-man, a Harrigan... They both had them.
He turns to look at her, and Amelia does her best not to look away. To stare the vulnerability of the moment in the face, instead of starting a fight or walking away. It's the least she could do; own up to her own lies. "With everything I have." She answers quietly. The proof in the way she stays behind; Amelia can fight being near him all she wants, it's a losing battle. "It shouldn't matter." Amelia agrees with him. But it does. She can tell it does.
he wanted the fight , he wanted the argument it was always easier than whatever she was attempting to do. he was unsure on how to proceed , unsure on what to make of what she was actually saying to him. instead he doesn't react , dark eyes remain on her as she speaks , about why she couldn't continue with him and a part of it did make sense but for the life of him , he couldn't believe the cop out she thought she deserved. everyone had issues and she wanted to ruminate in it all on her own , not letting him into what she was actually feeling. she let him go crazy , thinking the worst when it had been her doing.
he finally gets up , dusting himself off as a way to distract himself from what she was actually insinuating. " it doesn't , " he said , firmly , attention lying back onto her. " why are you telling me this ? why now ? " he said , tone a bit more harsh than he intended. he couldn't let her back in , he just couldn't go through it again.
after the incident with frank and nan , francis needed a bit of time to comparmentalize what was going on. nan had gone into his home and was staying in the guest room. the ride over was silent as he attempted to figure out his next move even if everything was technically taken care of. he just asked for one day , one day to just think. he had told romy to follow him , closing the door behind him lowering himself pressing his lips against hers. after a moment he separated , nose slowly tapping hers before saying , " tell me everything's going to be okay , " he let out. " tell me , i'm overreacting and everything is going to be okay. " it came out almost desperate , as if only she was the solution , that only she held the answers to his innermost thoughts.
@romymccready
"Well he hit my bike, but I was on the bike." She didn't even remember where she left it. Also had no idea where the car was that he had jumped out of to chase her. There was definitely a scene and that made all the blood rush out of her face. Then she looked over at their father again and remembered the hate in his eyes, the determination. Francis moved closer to her like she was wounded animal. Maybe because she was one.
Nan stayed calm mostly because talking still hurt so much and she couldn't assess how real everything was. "Don't worry? What do you mean you will take care of it? How are you going to care of it?" When he asked if she could stand, Nan realized she'd only made it half way up. Wincing as she stood fully straight, she had no idea what was hurting but it was everywhere. "I can't go get checked out at a hospital, we have to move him." Nothing about this situation was normal, and she was pretty sure that nothing would be normal ever again.
Walking a few steps, she moved to grab onto the door handle to the open apartment and gripped to keep her steady. "Francis," she said her voice nearly gone. "At first I didn't know." Nan admits as she realized breathing was painful and her side felt inflamed. "When you left home for college and you were mad at me for trying to look for him...I told you I didn't find anything. And that wasn't true." She felt guilt mixed with all the other things and wondered if her brother would be so angry with her that he would storm out and leave her to clean up the mess she created.
" so he hit you while you were on your bike , " he said peering back at their father's lifeless body. at her question , he took out his phone texting a contact with a code and her address. throughout the years francis had cultivated friendships with people from all walks of life , his gregarious nature allowing him to make even the unlikely foe a friend. this was someone who owed him a favor and now it was time to pay up. " i said i had that covered , leave him how he is , " he said , not bothering to look back , instead focus lying solely on his sister. " who said anything about a hospital ? " though the more he spoke , the most suspicion rose within her , he knew so.
he watched as she finally opened up about what he didn't want to think was true. small sigh escaped before continuing , " what did you find ? " wanting to put everything behind him but he knew he needed to fix whatever went wrong.
*setting: a brunch spot on 5th Avenue *closed to: @dadivosos (mattia)
"That boy... He looks just like your father, so many years ago..."
The words his mother spoke — so casual and effortless, silent in her request yet resounding in his ears all the same — left an ashen taste in his mouth as he bid her farewell, gaze lingering briefly on the chauffeured town car before stealing a glimpse of the boy in question. Alessandro returned to his al fresco table, studying the other's countenance from above his Italian newspaper. His memories of his father were fractured at best and recolored by bitter hatred at worst, and whatever uncertain familiarity existed about the boy, he was more than content to hold his mother's paranoia at bay until he had good reason to partake in it.
As the younger man neared his table, Alessandro offered a small gesture to attract his attention. His head canted, regarding the other more closely now, deciding privately that their connection must originate from home. So, he asked casually, a faint smile playing at his lips, "Amico mio, dimmi: come ci conosciamo? Dalla Sicilia?"
he couldn't help but remember the woman who looked at him in shock and awe , gasping at the mere sight of him. almost as if she had seen a ghost but said nothing. the confusion had been wired within him since he stepped foot off of the plane , new york was a new place to him --- america had been new. he had no connections , no ties. or so he thought. his father had told him to steer clear of certain areas , for his safety but never knowing exactly what he meant. though mattia was well aware of who his father was before he was born. mattia was still getting to know the city , places where he could feel some sort of semblance of home though he never knew italy , only the language so when someone pulled his attention he couldn't help but feel a bout of confusion.
he almost ignored the man , knowing better than to approach strangers especially ones that looked ready to ship him off overseas. he watched as the other observed him , brows furrowing --- his mind screaming at him to leave but ears perked at the sound of what could be considered his native tongue though that shared space with spanish. " i am not your friend , " he said simply before adding. " i am not from italy , " he responded back in english , though understanding the other perfectly.
She had never seen her brother with a gun before, she had no idea he even owned one. And the way he was holding it definitely looked like he'd used it before. A chill ran down her spine at the thought. Even though she was the one who next to a man who was potentially no longer breathing near her. She scanned Francis as he still tried looking around and assessing the area.
there was no way he was getting out of this without explaining why he barley reacted to the sound , why he never waivered , why he was okay with all of it. however , all he could do was focus on nan and her injuries. he tucked the gun into the holster that was perfectly concealed within his pants , though with the suppressor it was noticeable. " he hit you with his car ? " he repeated. expression finally faltering , only because of the implication. he finally approached nan , slowly and carefully as if she had been a stranger --- not knowing what her reaction would be to a confession that would surely follow.
" don't --- worry about that , " he motioned back towards their father's lifeless body. " i will take care of it , " he always did. a small sigh escaped his lips. " can you stand ? " he said , expression veering on worry , she could be internally bleeding , broken rib , damaged something. " i will explain -- but we need to get you checked out. "
he paused before asking , " why did he contact you , francine ? "
who: @dadivosos (harry) where: his place
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 going back to his place the night before, spending most of the ride there shit talking rin’s apartment — the hard couch, the uncomfortable mattress, the hilton inn-esque quality of everything, the complete lack of personal effects on the walls or any discernible design scheme. he had been quite talkative last night, in fact. most of it had been amusing. rin had never seen harry so loose, gleeful. she had thoroughly enjoyed it, except for the part where he called her rude. which was true, but still annoying. now it was the next morning, and rin was admittedly curious to see what a comedown looked like on harry. after waiting long enough for him to wake up on his own, she finally lost patience and barged into the bedroom. “rise and shine,” she announced, setting a glass of water down beside him, savoring this perhaps a bit too much. “how much of last night do you remember?”
harry had been sleeping in a position he usually never slept , hogging the majority of the bed and hugging a pillow as if it had been rin. he had muttered something about how soft she was but no one had been there to hear him and he thought he was imagining things. he wasn't planning on waking up any time soon , anything with an a.m. after wasn't in his plans however as the door swung open he figured rin had other plans. loud sigh escaped his lips as he burrowed his head into the pillow. it hurt to even sigh , it hurt to move --- why did it hurt so much ? " you really do hate me ? " he muttered , voice muffled from the pillow. " why do you hate me ? " he rose his eyes , eyes still closed , slowly opening them carefully as if the light could burn them. " i remember , " he furrowed his brow , " did i have chicken last night ? " he was unsure if they were even serving chicken. " why is my head hurting so much ? what did you do ? "
"Takes at least two to make an equation." She mutters, her voice lower and almost somber amidst the salt-lined air. Alfie and Amelia could fight and trade witticisms until sunrise. But something about the ocean and the peaking sunrise keep her at bay. In the four AM silence, all she feels is the sad nostalgia of it all. "You're right." She hums, looking out at the ocean. "But you're also, at least a little bit, wrong." Amelia is relentless about her career. But Alfie hasn't been in her life in years, hasn't seen the gradual change that's come about. And while the fault lies with her, the facts remain the same.
The water lands on the fine muscles of his face. Some movement, but Alfie is as stubborn as she is relentless. A strong object and an immovable force - it's how they summed up their relationship. She should say something sharp in turn, give into the habit of crude fighting they get into. Instead, she stares at Alfie for a long time, her eyes lingering in silence. "Believe me, Alfie. I'm trying." She admits quietly; trying to move on, trying to fuck off since seeing him again. Sadly, she remains as she is, unmoved from her place, unable to truly let go.
" you're right it does , but i was always the third wheel , " he had come to notice. if alfie wanted her attention but she had to do something at work , he would always have to wait. if he had planned a dinner , she would always show up late or cancel while he was already waiting. he had grown tired , exhausted so all he could do when she wanted to end things was leave. in a way , alfie knew his worth. he knew he had done nothing wrong. yes , they argued and yes they fought but at the end of the day it always ended the same , in each other's arms muttering sweet nothings until the sun rose. something had shifted --- the sigh of time wasted that he could not get back. it angered him -- he was still angry. " please , enlighten me on how i'm wrong because i don't feel wrong , " he hated being wrong.
there was barley a twitch , nothing he felt could move him --- except for that. the tone which indicated she was over it , tired -- a tone he had often catered to even if she never wanted to. he had learned her quirks , he had learned almost everything there was to know about how she function but no matter what he learned he also felt like it didn't matter. so why should it matter now ? " are you ? " he questioned , long pause before he finally turned his attention back onto her. his own tone shifting into one much more relax , subdued than what it was seconds ago , " not that it matters , " he added , because it didn't. she had made her decision that afternoon in what was supposed to be their apartment.
Somewhere between ordering breakfast and waiting for Marco to prepare her sandwich, she'd apparently accepted a position as Manhattan's unofficial tour guide. News to her. As though he'd spoken to her in an incomprehensible language, she answered him with nothing more than a slow blink before her gaze wandered briefly around the bodega. A beat later, her foil wrapped sandwich landed on the counter. "Thanks, Marco." Gratitude preceded the cash that took its place, dark eyes returning to the perplexed man before her. "You want a breakfast bagel?" The city's claim to fame, after all. "Is that where you're going with this?"
he thought he was probably inconveniencing the woman however , if she truly was bothered she would have left so he took that as a sign --- to keep her time busy. she was dressed rather impressively , she must have been important. he wondered how important. " bagel , is that like a simit ? " he wondered , accent almost meshing into the language he had grown accustomed to. " what did you get ? " he motioned towards the foiled sandwich in her hands. " what did you call it again ? you made no sense , " said the man before shaking his head. " is it heavy ? "
