Darcy Dancelli

...continue to do whatever you damn well please. Darcy Dancelli • 24 • Waiter

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

Sticky Fingers; Open

[mikaelaboleyn]

Still on edge from the past few days, Mikaela fairly jumped a mile out of her seat as soon as she felt fingers brush against her hip. She let out a muffled little cry as well as she tripped back against her chair before bringing her gaze sharply up to the young man that stood before her. “Wh-What do you want??” She demanded, trying to recapture her breath at the sudden contact. For now, the wallet’s position on the ground remained unnoticed.

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

It was a bit ridiculous to become startled himself when he was the one who had instigated the problem to begin with. Still, as the woman jumped and let out a soft cry, Darcy lurched sideways in surprise. He supposed that if he was going to get caught though, it was better that his victim act nervous than angry, right? Though as he watched the woman's response, he felt the guilty conscious he'd been suppressing bubble up. Sighing inaudibly, he felt a light blush color his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "S-sorry," he babbled, groaning internally at himself. One fuck up, one mistake, and he was already giving up, side-stepping, apologizing. "I - . Sorry. You - . You dropped your wallet." Swallowing heavily, he motioned to the wallet on the ground.

[colinmorgan]

Pre-interview footage of Colin Morgan at the Testament of Youth Premiere from Screen Thing (x)

[itsinmypower]

"It is a celebration, yes. I am very very very, really. Armand is really happy too. Better off having one now than when I am really old."

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

"Got a lot of verys in there. You don't need to convince me of your happiness," he teased. "But truly, congratulations. If you ever need a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to help."

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

New Year's resolution...

[ilpiccologolosi-blog]

A bit of a smirk pulled across her lips at her challenge. She turned her back on him to sort her pastries.             Normally she wouldn’t turn her back on             someone she knew stole from her but—-

She turned with a small tray of  assorted pastries and baked goods on it and put it on the counter between them.

     ”Now. This is a chocolate croissant. Sounds           kinda dry. Actually pretty creamy. This is a           chocolate peanut butter swirl brioche. Biscotti           with white and chocolate drizzle with Amaretto           liqueur. Especially good with a cappuccino. And           of course, homemade cannoli. With peanut butter           chips.”

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

It was routine to have his eyes drift to the tip jar whenever Lilith had her back turned. Even knowing she was going to turn around again soon, his blue eyes shifted down. From what he could tell, the amount wasn't worth attempting to steal in the short span her back was turned. However, his attention was successfully diverted once the tray was put on the counter. His mouth watered as she explained each one and he barely was able to suppress a groan of hunger. "Christ, those shouldn't even be legal," he mused aloud. "You win this round." Laughing, he bit his bottom lip and pointed at the brioche and cannoli. "Think I'm going to have to go with those."

[revamandoricci-blog]

"To testify that someone just fucking blew up my car.” He groaned rather frustrated, turning to address the person on the phone but turned back less than a minute away, kicking away a part of his car that had been blown up in the process. “You get back and immediately your belongings get blown up. Is that what Rome has turned to now?”

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

"Oh," he said sheepishly. "That. Yeah, I can testify to that..." He would. Though it was the last thing he wanted to do. He tended to avoid other people's problems like the plague. Not to mention, he didn't want to have to talk to the police. Or testify in court. Why? Cause he'd been passing when some psycho arsonist set someone's car on fire? For all he knew, the guy deserved it. ...He wasn't about to say that last bit out loud though. At the man's question, he merely shrugged. "...According to various sources, Rome has always been that way. Gangs and all. I'm sure you've no part in that though," he chuckled, finding the thought ridiculous and humorous. "I mean... you're not, right?"

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

New Year's resolution...

[esmeralda-adamo]

[Cringes] That’s totally unfair. But hey, if you ever need a job I’m sure you wouldn’t be a bad dog walker. Or a teacher? C’mon - you like kids. [Smiles encouragingly] Dog park it is then. 

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

Hmm. not bad ideas. I wonder how many people would be willing to pay to have me walk their dog though. And a teacher would be fantastic. If only I had the education. [Sighs] Dog park would be lovely. [smiles softly]

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

Sticky Fingers; Open

It wasn't necessarily true that Darcy was incapable of making more money, it was rather just the fact that he was more easily persuaded into complacency. It was way easier to make excuses than it was to stand up to his boss, to ask for more hours, to get another job, to look for another job. And yet, still, the excuses he made for himself didn't pay the ever-increasing stack of bills that decorated his bedside table. And there was only so much extra cash he could make by swiping his fellow waiters' and waitresses' tips or by subtly shaking spare change into his palm from the bakery's tip jar. He was either going to have to work harder or he was going to have to... Well.

Work "smarter". At least, that was what he told himself as he edged himself behind his targeted person. His so-called target. Because blessed with impulsive bravery and cursed with a lack of foresight and fear of consequences, he figured pick-pocketing was a good alternative to an extra work shift. And how hard could it be really? He was in Rome, was he not? A city of crime. And he'd lived here for years. Surely, it was time by now to up his criminal game. Do as the Romans do and all that.

As he sidled closer, he brushed his fingers across the tell-tale bulge of a wallet in the person's back pocket. He smirked in victory, long fingers pushing the wallet up from the bottom and catching it in his hands as it fell. Except... he didn't. His victory smirk had been premature as the wallet fell - right at its owners feet. "Shite," he cursed quietly, hoping to pick it up before the person noticed.

[revamandoricci-blog]

He glared at him for his smug reply before with a sigh pulled out the phone out of his pocket. “Can you testify to that? There better be some fucking justice here in this city. bite à sucer connards putain” His voice trailed off into a bitter insult towards the person he just described. At least he was insured, that was something. He still had his fake ID so he wouldn’t be in any trouble when the police would arrive, the police that he was calling right now.

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

His eyebrows drew together at the man's glare and he found himself doing a quick recollection of his words as he tried to discern if he'd put his foot in his mouth. He didn't think he did... But, then again, he could never tell. "Uh, testify to the fact that I'm not sure whether the crime was committed by a man or woman? By a ginger or a brunette? Sure. Can do." The last thing he wanted to do was get involved just because he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He half-contemplated bolting the moment the man pulled out his phone, but he knew that would make him look guilty. With a sigh, he dared to go closer to the burnt car, looking for clues like a detective. He was nothing of the sort. All he knew was that the man was angry and cursing in Italian. ...Or was it French? He wasn't sure.

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

New Year's resolution...

[esmeralda-adamo]

[She frowns and pats him on the back] That’s rough. I’ll drop by one day and tip you generously. You didn’t get in trouble for the Right Honorable Sneezer did you? [Pauses in thought] You look like you could use the dog park right about now. 

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

[Chuckles sardonically] I did. But not for the fake sneeze. I may or may not have "accidentally" spilled the man's ice water in his lap. My boss is now "re-evaluating" my necessity at the restaurant. So, yes. The dog park would be lovely.

[satansaysdance]

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[darcy--dancelli-blog]

New Year's resolution...

[esmeralda-adamo]

[She blushes] I actually had the card framed and hung it on my wall. I’m so proud of her. Kids are…pretty amazing, right? And you - how’s your job going? 

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

[He chuckles softly] I'd definitely agree with that. [he sighs at the change in conversation] Oh, you know. Thrilling. As thrilling as waiting tables gets. [he pauses in thought] ...There was a man the other week who I watched sneeze in his own soup and then blame it on me. That was new.

[revamandoricci-blog]

"Ah shit. That’s my fucking car." He slacked out a sigh, walking towards his car that was half burned by now. "Fuck." He didn’t care about the car, but it was rather the sentiment it was the car he was given by his ex. "Who did this?"

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

"Hmm," he mused, nibbling his bottom lip and wincing as he stared at the charcoal briquette of a car. "It was your car. Sorry 'bout that, mate." Cautiously, he walked toward the car, his eyes flickering up to the man again at the question. "Um, it was a bloke?" he answered uncertainly. "Dark hair. About yay tall," he explained, motioning toward his chest. "Though - . Hair might've been ginger and looked darker with the smoke. ...Might have also been a girl. To be honest, I'm not quite sure. They ran away with a hoodie on."

[revamandoricci-blog]

"I came as soon as I could, what’s wrong?"

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

[His eyes widen at the appearance of the strange man, his eyes raking over him for signs of familiarity. And also a bit in appreciation. He smirks with a chuckle] "Thanks for the urgency, colonel. The fire's been put out."

[colinmorganism]

「ｘ｜ｘ」

[itsinmypower]

Ava nodded and smile faintly. Before, she was completely terrified. Unsure if she will be able to be a fitted mother. Not sure if she would really be ready. But, it’s always like that with mothers. Everything was going to be okay. “Yes, I am.”

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

Though he didn't know Ava well enough to gauge her reactions well enough, he sensed just the tiniest bit of hesitation as she smiled faintly. He reciprocated it with a soft, genuine smile, imagining Armand's reaction. It made him realize just how much he really had missed out on. "Cheers to that! Congrats," he chimed. His head tilted just a bit as he realized that the two might not be as happy as he was. "I mean... It is cause for celebration, yeah?"

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

New Year's resolution...

[esmeralda-adamo]

Well I definitely consider it a small victory. 

[Her eyes light up] Still going great. Honestly, the kids are such angels and they’re actually want to learn. One of my students made be a Christmas card, and she actually wrote the message on the inside instead of getting her parents to do it - she’s dyslexic, so she’s had a bit of trouble in class sometimes, and she was so proud of herself. 

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

[He listens quietly for once, genuinely interested in her job and the work she does] That's fantastic. She should be proud. You should be proud, yeah? 

[itsinmypower]

"Well, not anyone that I know of got hurt, so no. Armand is not hurt. But, you’re his friend and he trust you. So that means I trust you as well. Darcy, I am expecting."

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

[He breathes a sigh of relief] "Good..." [His eyebrow raises a little at Ava's trust in him, both surprised but also pleased. It takes awhile for her news to hit though before his eyes widen] "You're - . You're pregnant?"