leonidez dionisio

Hunter Detective / 34

[damnedwoes]

femmeannabelle‌:

Seeing a double of Luci made Annabelle thing back to their last night together. Sheets twisted around their legs, sweat beading on their skin. Leo didn’t need to know that, though. She kept a sweet smile on her face as she carefully took in his body without being obvious about it. He was sweet, at least he seemed so. They must have been alike in that way.

She couldn’t help but giggle a little at his observation. “My best friends call me Bella, but I’m fine with Anna as well.” She offered, and for a moment thought back on her mother. The woman had always called her Anna Banana. Was a good memory? Partly. But she didn’t want to think about that just now and she turned back to the conversation.

“I had a little champagne but now I’m having a taste for something stronger. Whiskey’s usually my drink. I like something with a little bite to it. I suppose I like my drinks like people usually find my personality,” she said with a bit of a chuckle. “Have you explored this place yet? The closed off rooms are really tempting me.”

Leo laughed, lifting his drink to drain the last of his champagne flute. “You know, I like Bella,” he said, tipping his head and putting on a smile. “If you don’t mind the presumption.” 

“Not a bad idea. How about I join you?” Leo suggested, head inclined to the bar counter. “It gets a little sweet, doesn’t it?” He shook his head, sure that the champagne had already gone to it, helping convince him he needed to take a shot with Annabelle. She might have only been his coworker, but Leo suspected Luci considered her something closer to a friend. Of the dancers at the Lusty Lady, hers was a name he’d heard more than once. Something enough to stand out. he wanted to know his brother’s friends more. Understand who they were, and maybe Luci more in the process. 

“Not exactly,” Leo send her a shrewd, sideways look as he sidled up to the bar, raising a hand to tell the bartender they wanted to be served. “But it’s a pretty big draw. I don’t know if I’ll manage to resist the rest of the night.”

[goremyths-deactivated20190621]

LOTUS NIGHT , Rapid City .  10:23PM / open to everyone ♡ ❜ 

everything had settled according to plan. no expense spared for the woman coated in jewels and fine material. a tease of an angel coated in pale colours stands to the side of the grand hall. eyes flicker; the place is beautiful and overwhelming. when she had time to appreciate the small things that life had to offer it was worth it all. 

however, the taste she yearned was a growing annoyance. her fingers run against her jawline as her teeth ached. she was hungry. however, she had better things to do. placing her hand to her side she turns to the crowd before seeing a familiar face. she was never good at these things: being social. it could never be planned like a business conference or a phone call. 

her motive hadn’t been laid with fate. however, she moved slowly past the crowd to the person she cared to further understand. “we need to stop running into each other like this,” she allows a humorous smile to possess her lips, “i’m starting to wonder how we haven’t bumped into each other before.” 

[damnedwoes]

It would have been easy to be swept into the party and not surface. The display of wealth was extravagant, and spread gloriously across the room. Leo had a friend who had sworn through his teeth, that greed was part of the vampire affliction. He wasn’t sure that was true. Greed seemed more like a human problem to Leo, and vampires were just a magnifier to the worst of humanity. It was only natural they’d revel in the kind of excesses the ultra-rich offered.

Leo tried not to forget what he was at the party to do. His gun was heavy at his belt, but these days it wasn’t often he went out without it. Still, dotted amounts the crowd, the recognizable faces were enough to make him hesitate. It was difficult to focus on the mission, when the mayor’s secretary was the one striding towards him. He had to imagine she was invited to a lot of events like this one, and in her place, he would have been just as eager to attend. “Well, for one I almost didn’t recognize you,” Leo teased, his eyebrow raised as he scanned across the outfit. “You certainly clean up nice.”

[luckvoided]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑. fuck, it was him. the usual client strolled in, booze wafting from his figure from moments of leaving his greasy pick up truck. kat was never one to diss her clientele. she enjoyed working at the lusty lady. she enjoyed the customer base even more. her fingers tightened around her wrist, clenching down against the inked skin to find some sense of a distraction. he always headed towards her, insisting half priced dances and piss poor tips. she definitely wasn’t in the mood to waste time where she could be making money. 

her gaze flickered to the bar, eyes landing on the twin that sat across from the other dionisio. she liked luci, even if he was plowing her roommate senselessly on the occasion. she never got to know her brother aside from the brief lapse of communication over murders long forgotten by the rest of the town. she smoothed a hand over his back as the click of her pleasers drew attention to her thin frame. ‘  hey stranger,   ’  kat purred out, wrapping an arm around his waist to show she was working with another customer. jack turned his head towards them, eyes burning a hole into her cheek as she turned her head away from him and smiled up at leo. ‘  don’t tell me you’re leaving already. you haven’t even sat down to talk since our little convo. if i remember right, i think i gave you everything and you gave me nothin’. gotta even the score.   ’  

@damnedwoes

[damnedwoes]

If Leo gave more of a damn about his public image, he might have worried about becoming a regular at a strip club. It was too easy though, to drop in after a shift and sit and talk to his brother over a drink; flirt occasionally with the girls, but being a cop didn’t pay well enough to be spending much of his money on lap dances. It definitely didn’t pay well enough to be doing the job in Deadwood.

Drink finished awhile back, Leo’d let some time tick by before he was ready to leave, wanting to be sure before he drove. Of course, the moment he stood, thinking of getting home and the bed waiting for him, an arm curled around his waist.

“Hey yourself,” Leo said, intimidating her purr. Of all of them, the ones he’d chatted more than a couple words to, Kat was probably the most interesting. Leo found her difficult to read, her motives difficult to parse. It made him a little uncomfortable. She knew more too, about the reality of the town, than he’d expected to get from her. Hadn’t done less to unnerve him. “I was wondering what I’d done to deserve this kind of attention,” Leo said, smile amused. “I guess if my debt’s come due, what can I do to help?”

[damnedwoes]

In a small community, everyone always knew each other and get along or not, you knew to look out for one another. Hunting was no different. In fact, it was even more crucial to have bonds in their community, when it could mean the difference between surviving a hunt. New blood was even more rare. Leo had been meaning to come by for awhile, but cases had piled up, and days turned over until it had become something he was putting off. 

Navigating the university to find the building, and her office inside it, felt like a trial to face before he was allowed to meet with her. Even with a few friendly fingers pointed in her direction, it still took him nearly half an hour. Counting down the numbers,  Her office door was open, but Leo still stopped at the doorway, reaching out to wrap on the wood beside him.

“Hey, knock knock,” Leo said, freezing in place as soon as that filtered through and he realized what he’d done. A moment’s scowl, then Leo shook his head, deciding to move past it and hope she hadn’t really noticed. “It’s Noah, right? Noah Dan...Danliweski?”

@noospherica

[killedwoes-archive]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃. he wanted to lay down and sleep for ages, but he knew – oh, he definitely knew his brother would be waiting up for him. ever since passing the trial, luciano faced countless hours of training outside of his scattered shifts at the lusty lady. his knuckles pressed against the door, fighting the urge to roll his tongue over his teeth. they still tasted like blood from the bruise on his cheek. his head hung low as he slowly turned the knob of their front door. his head poked in, catching his slow and steady heartbeat before his face. 

the lamp was on in the living room, matched with the brick that kept their shaky coffee table together since luci’s last outburst. he offered a weak smile once leo caught a glimpse of his bruised and battered status. ‘  hey,  ’ luci weakly said, hoping that the detective didn’t put up too much of a concern for himself. ‘  you gotta remember that it heals though.  ’   leo always seemed to forget that his bones healed quicker than any human now. 

@damnedwoes

[damnedwoes]

Leo had watched his brother’s entry duel through the lens of his scope, and the distance had given it a gossamer quality. High above the streets, the wind whipping around him loud enough it’s wailing and snarls masked those of the contestants. For some moments, he was sure he was to see a splash of red and the ruin of his brother’s throat, and for that end the fight. Leo’s breath stayed gripped in his chest for most of it, swiftly understanding he couldn’t help. If he interfered, a guardian angel with a rifle from above, it was still not in Luci’s odds. The rest of the pack would be sure to tear him apart. It was Luci’s task to complete on his own, no matter how sickly that twisted in his gut watching.

After he knew that Luci had won his match, Leo had lay down on his back on the roof and let the pounding of his heart overtake his hearing. It was awhile before he could pack up his rifle to make his way home. It had been an ordeal that Leo had assumed once they faced, would be over. He hadn’t expected for it to be the beginning of a habit; his brother tracking in bruises, claw marks, and broken bones, then trying to smuggle them past Leo like he was bringing home strays.

It was another late night. It was the unknown that kept him up, half eye on the door and ears pricked to the sound of cars. When his brother finally arrived home, his appearance wasn’t a surprise. Leo’s brows rose in concern anyways, head lifting from the screen on his laptop. “Jesus, Luce. Seriously?” He closed the computer, setting it aside to stand up and take proper stock of Luci, eyeing over his injuries critically. “I need to set any bones tonight?” 

[damnedwoes]

hunteratropos‌:

It was a bizarre feeling, being… cared for like this. Even his crew didn’t check up on him like that, worried about what he ate — after all, he was the commander, and one doesn’t just tell their commander to stop being weird and eat a god damn salad. Nick supposed it was one of those things people developed growing up in a real family. The thought of it stung, and he wanted to brush it off, but Leo was always a caretaker, and it struck him that, other than Luci, his friend didn’t have anyone to care for anymore. Nick had to let him have this. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll stock up on some Emergen-Cs, okay? And I’ll pick up some carrots. I got a mini-fridge at the motel, I can do that much.”

Under Leo’s gaze, Nick deflated, his shoulders slumping as he took another sip of his coffee. It felt as though there was some kind of mismatch between them, like they were looking for something in the other that wasn’t there — wasn’t known. Secrets were hard to keep, and in their line of work, privacy was of the utmost importance. If Leo didn’t want to talk, Nick couldn’t push him. He couldn’t do that — not to his… friend. “I get it. Some things, you just can’t say. I get it. I do.”

It wasn’t long before they were interrupted again by the waitress, bringing their order to the table. Nick glanced up at her, thanking her, not quite smiling but not as chilly as before. He started on his food, a methodical, counter-clockwise rotation of his plate; slow, careful bites. If it weren’t for Leo, he wouldn’t be eating, and he couldn’t say he was particularly happy about it — he didn’t like the feeling of eating, the textures of food on his tongue. Even with his instructions, it was rarely right, and almost never appetizing.

The searching wasn’t the only thing hanging in the air between them. It was a simultaneous desperation of needing to stay silent and needing to say something, anything. Privacy, for hunters, was important, but they were kept alive by knowing when to speak, when to share. There was so much he needed to know. Did they find the thing that killed their family? Did they kill it, too? Were they being hunted by it? Did they need his help? But he couldn’t bear to speak. Looking at Leo, despite his difficulty reading people, Nick knew there were similar questions unspoken, that couldn’t be said. 

Instead, he took the envelope with a nod, sliding it into his messenger bag. His fingers tugged at the string holding it shut, desperately curious as to what it contained, but the time wasn’t right to read it. He supposed he’d have to save it for later, when he was alone in his motel room, curtains drawn and blankets hung over the windows behind them, sealing out the outside world. He’d have all the loneliness and aloneness to take in whatever the envelope had to offer. For now, Nick had someone, and he needed to savour that.

“Some familiar faces, ‘round these parts. Saw that one fang I’ve been chasing for — what, a decade now? Ambrose. Too powerful to just have… stumbled across this place and stayed. There’s something to this place. Something here that’s drawing them in. I don’t know what quite yet, but it’s gonna be a big problem for us, I think.” He dropped his voice, leaning into Leo, waiting for the waitress to have wandered as far as she could to speak again. “I caught some, when I first came in. Stumbled across them. I didn’t start the fight — I didn’t want to, it was too soon. But that angel, man, I didn’t do that. I couldn’t have — it’s not within my jurisdiction, to kill a thing like that; I don’t even know how to. Something’s really wrong here.”

The answer was inadequate, but it was something and Leo didn’t want to push it further. Nick didn’t owe him anything, not really. They weren’t family, though Leo wasn’t sure what they were was exactly friends either. Blinking, Leo realized it had been too long since he’d spoken, and found himself nodding quickly, exhaling in a rush. 

“Sure, just seems a shame if after all this it wasn’t even-” Leo broke off, clearing his throat as he glanced away, leaning forward on the table on his elbows. Wasn’t even vampires; too morbid. “Maybe throw a pack of gummy vitamin in there too,” he teased, familiar habits giving way to an easy grin. Nick had always been a notoriously picky eater.

It was comforting some things never changed. Silence was allowed to settle over the table, Nick making his way through his food in a fashion that was decidedly observed, but Leo didn’t mind being humored. It was good seeing him eat a whole meal; or at least most of one, parts sectioned off and consumed separately but more or less completely. His own meal was barely something Leo noticed, but he ended up wandering into the diner for an easy meal at least once a week. More if he was going to be honest with himself about it. Deadwood had a murder rate for a city ten times its size, but their resources to deal with the issue didn’t keep pace.

Listening, Leo tsked, more confirmation of how fucked they really were just turning his stomach. Almost made him wish he hadn’t eaten. “I’ll keep an eye out,” Leo promised, without much faith that would help. “I was pointed in this direction,” he nodded, “they didn’t tell me why, but I was only here a few days before that was pretty obvious.” Leo drummed his fingers over the table, reaching to drag the pie towards himself. He twirled the fork in his fingers when he picked it up. 

“It was definitely an angel?” Leo had seen it himself, and he knew, but some last shred of denial had rested on Nick knowing something he didn’t. He scrubbed a hand across his face, shoulders slumping. “Shit. No fucking kidding. I don’t even think I know how we’d start with a place like this. Wipe the town off the map and start over,” Leo shook his head, only half serious.

[damnedwoes]

ancientastarte‌:

Human. Or at least she couldn’t notice his real nature. A step closer and her senses catch the faint smell of gun powder. Not so faint anymore. So many people in one place. No matter how big the manor was, the concentration of bodies( and heartbeats) was overwhelming. All the Other inside wanted was to devour the guests in a macabre dance. With murder in her mind she smiled brightly at the man. Even with the lust for blood beating harder as time goes by, her face remains unaltered. She was so used to it by now that the vaympire dares say that it no longer controls her actions.

“ What you need is a good teacher.” She took his hand and placed the other in her back. “Dancing is as natural as walking.” As close as they were, Astarte now could pretend that their proximity made the gun he was carrying visible. Her face was programed to show surprise as she takes a step back and looks at him suspicious “ Why do you have a gun in a party? The other three weren´t shot…but are you that deranged murderer? All the pretty guys are either idiots or crazy. Are you one of the rare ones that belongs to none?”

Leo is swept up by her before he can consider a second thought. No time to decide if perhaps dancing with a vampire is not the way to prolong his life; even if she is gorgeous. Maybe especially. Leo is training himself to sink into the touch, when she withdraws from his, stepping back and Leo isn’t sure what his offense is, until she speaks and he lights with understanding. 

“You should be careful what you’re asking about,” Leo tells her, letting himself smile as he moves the edge of his jacket away from his waist, and lets her see the badge that sits beside his holster. “You never know who you’re talking to. Normally I wouldn’t be bringing one either, not to a party, but with everything...Maybe I’m feeling a little paranoid,” Leo say, tilting his head with the admission. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

[damnedwoes]

femmeannabelle‌:

Annabelle canted her head to the side at his question and her teeth caught her bottom lip. Most people were surprised when Annabelle acted on impulses, but the girl was the type of person who always went after, and usually got, what she wanted. She batted her bright blue eyes at the man in front of her and straightened up when he asked about her work.

“Oh…you must be Luci’s brother, right? I do work there…though tonight I’m simply Annabelle,” she said, knowing that most people knew her stripper name as opposed to her real name. “People tend to shorten mine in different ways. You can call me whatever you like.” She cooed, shaking his hand sweetly before moving closer to him as he asked his last question. “This is probably the most fun…and the most dressed up I’ve been in what feels like forever,” she admitted. Knowing he knew her line of work hopefully made her in a classy dress more impressive. Most people assumed she dressed provacatively because of her vocation,  but her style was class and a bit of elegance. Less was more, in her case.

“It’s nice to meet you, Leo. What about you? Are you having fun? What are you drinking?” She asked.

“The one and only,” Leo said, long used to that title, and unbothered to be known like that. At least, he hoped his brother had made a good impression, but given how well he’d always seemed to get along with woman, maybe a strip club was the perfect venue for his career change. Leo just had to hope none of them would fall for his brother’s puppy dog eyes and let him lead them home, given his track record. He didn’t need to be cleaning that mess.

“Well, Annabelle, that’s a gorgeous name,” Leo said, grinning as he leaned an elbow on the counter, body turned towards her. “How do you like it shortened? Anna? You don’t seem like the Bell type to me, no offense if you do happen to be.”

“I’m having a good night. This is...I’ve been sampling the champagne mostly. How about yourself?”

[damnedwoes]

leexfelix‌:

“Whatever helps your quota.“

What a dick (pot, kettle). Getting off and snapping smart just because he’s armed with a pen, paper, and a uniform so immaculate it screams rookie (to this precinct at least). It’s the small dogs that bark loudest.

“In my back pocket. You gonna get riled up if I reach for it?“

“Go right ahead,” Leo nodded, able to understand where the frustration came from, but trying hard not to be annoyed with it regardless. Patiently, he waited until Felix had produced the license, taking it from him with a nod and quick thanks. Local, at least. Not that Leo was banking on discovering it was a drifter behind the murders. 

“You can have this back,” Leo said, passing over his ID and then tore the ticket off the pad, and passed that forward too. “And you can have this is well.” 

“I know it’s no one’s good time getting a ticket, but I hope this encourages you to mind the curfew, and stay in at night for the time being.”

[damnedwoes]

killedwoes‌:

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, but there was a chance to cool off now. He focused on his breathing, letting the air fill and release in his lungs. His shoulders slouched, the buzz from his high still carrying through the air. He took a step forward and offered a weak smile. It wasn’t much but it was something. He could deal with something. He knew by the tension in his shoulders that his brother had a long day. Fuck, he was probably just taking it out on Luci since he was the closest person in the vicinity to throw it at. 

“I’m sorry about the weed, man. It’s a bad habit.” He said with a click of his tongue. He leaned forward and plucked the takeout menu from the broken table. Fuck, he would have to fix that too. He reached for his phone and dialed the number. “Oh, hey. Yeah, it’s Luci again. Can we have two house specials of chicken fried rice, orange chicken, and –” He glanced aside at Leo, waiting a second for his brother to input the next item. “Oh, and two sodas. Yeah, we’ll pay with cash on delivery. Thanks. You too.” 

He hung up the phone, eyes trailing towards his twin. “Rough day?” He asked, prying a little more into his brother’s life. 

Leo could recognize a forced smile in his own reflection, but he appreciated that Luci was making the effort. He mirrored it, turning to walk back to the couch again, listening in on the phone call interjecting, “beef lo mein,” loud enough to be heard when there was a pause for his input. Something to balance out the chicken. The rest of the order he tuned out, circling around to the front of the couch. Leo had wanted to change after work, but now it seemed like a trek too far, and it was easier to just fall backwards onto the couch, and let his eyes creak closed. 

“Long day,” Leo said, not bothering to lift his head and actually look at Luci. “I want to eat, and then pass out for the next 12, 18 hours.” It was too easy though, to do exactly that before their food arrived laying down with his eyes closed, so he forced himself to sit up, dragging himself upright by the back of the couch. “You know, I don’t give a shit how much weed you’re smoking,” he said, watching Luci cautiously as he broached back into the subject. He wasn’t eager to start back into the bickering. “I just- seriously man, take it outside,” Leo said, too wary to say anything else, and defanged he pushed himself up with a sigh. “I’m going to change, maybe shower. There’s cash in my wallet if the food shows it,” he said, extracting it from his pocket to wave it once as a flag, and toss it over to the kitchen counter, and dragging a hand across his face, trudge towards the back of the house to change.

[damnedwoes]

fallenqod‌:

* ╱ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

HE WAVES A HAND at the apology as he continues to stare at the man — smirking as the other looks away . ‘ it’s alright . seems my timing just isn’t the best these days , ’ he states before pulling out his wallet and taking out an id . ambrose hands it over , wanting the entire ordeal to be done quickly . ‘ i’m here for family actually . ’

“This sort of thing happen to you often?” Leo asked. The man seems unphased, irritated more than anything. Taking his license, Leo is able to transcribe the information with one eye still fixed forward. It’s practice, he doesn’t like to let anyone out of his sight. Especially not someone who seems a little off, and who arrived at such an odd time. “Well, I’m sorry to be holding you up,” he said, holding the ID forward between two fingers. “You heading right over there now, or staying at a motel in town?”

[damnedwoes]

who do you trust in town?

“I trust a lot of people, to degrees. I trust Luci, and I trust Nick and his crew as long as they don’t have to pick between us and their mission. I trust some of the force here; the ones that aren’t on the take, and even some of those I trust them to have my back, most of the time.”

[damnedwoes]

how do you feel about luci joining magnum malum lupis?

“How do I feel about my brother being a werewolf? Packs are just part of the parcel, as far as I know. And maybe this will help teach him some control.”

[damnedwoes]

do you blame luci for what happened?

“For what part of it? ...No, I don’t.”

[damnedwoes]

what can't you afford losing?

“At this point?” Leo tipped his head. “My life is pretty up there. Don’t know how much there is left but that and Luci.”

[damnedwoes]

if you HAD to become a supernatural creature (of any sort), which would you want to be?

“Any sort? I guess Luci had the right idea, werewolf is probably where it’s at. If he’d be rational about it and lock himself up on the full moon, we would hardly have a problem.”

[damnedwoes]