you are not your past ;;

contrary to what we may have been taught to think UNNECESSARY and UNCHOSEN suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life it does mark us what we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in OUR OWN HANDS

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devprado:

“— in my defense,” Devon quickly paused, clearing her throat as she set some of the papers aside. “I have told her that she should be contacting you whenever you don’t abide by the law, so she was only doing HER JOB.” Stating, the woman pushed herself off the chair and stood up with her arms crossed. “I don’t think meeting now is a necessity – I am glad that nothing major happened — to both you, and people around,” she continued, her eyebrow rised as a half-amused smile made an appearance. “Consider this as a some kind of CHECK-UP, will you? I will see if I can get it validated, too. — But, Mr. Valentine, I NEED to know what exactly happened and why did that even happen, in the first place…”

“--- Is that a LAWYER JOKE or something?” Darius arched a brow as he looked at the woman. “Still, it’s barely nine thirty. You could at least tell her to call at a REASONABLE time. Like, after I’ve showered. I’ve told you countless times I run at the same time every morning and I fucking hate my routine being interrupted,” he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair and clenched his jaw, though a few long exhales soon had him relaxed again -- well, as relaxed as one could be in the presence of their lawyer, that is. “Were you expecting something different?” he tilted his head. “Do you expect me to have MURDERED someone every time I visit this place? Fuck sake -- and Dylan wonders why I don’t believe people think I’m anything but a killer.” Arms soon folded across his chest and his back rested against the door frame, still unwilling to move from his current position. “--- Some guy was shouting at his kid and it made me SO ANGRY so I left the car and went for a walk. Came back to a ticket. Simple as that. Or do you want a second by second playback? Should I tell you about the bottle of water that I bought? It was COCONUT. Oh, and I also bought the morning paper and a doughnut because Dylan says I don’t consume enough energy giving foods. Hmm, what else...”

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“Did your assistant really just call me here so that you could discuss a frickin’ PARKING TICKET?” Darius stood in the doorway, hands deep in his hooded sweatshirt’s pockets. He had been in the middle of his morning run when he received the call so, instead of going home to get changed, he headed straight for the lawyer’s office and got soaked by a summer shower in the process. “That cop was a DICK and I’m not paying it.”

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dylanvalxntine:

Quitting therapy sounded like just about the worst thing he could do and she was thankful he was just joking. She might’ve been good at giving advice, that didn’t mean she was a professional. “I do give badass advice, don’t I? You picked the right girl, I’d make a really good mother,” she said confidently, although there was a bit a sadness behind her smile. As hard as they tried – and they had been trying – kids just didn’t seem to be in the cards for the two of them and that broke her heart. “Well, if you’re aware, you should try listening to me a bit more, yeah?” She leaned into his side instinctively when she felt his arm move behind her. “Because if you believed in yourself, in your goodness like I do a little bit more, I think you’d be a lot happier.”

“I’m pretty sure the right girl PICKED ME,” Darius corrected the woman with a short chuckle. Even now, after being together for several years, he STILL couldn’t understand why that was the case. He wasn’t exactly the easiest person to like nevermind love. “You would, yeah,” he then nodded. After Darius’ experiences with parental figures, becoming a father had NEVER been in his plans, but knowing that it was what Dylan dreamed of becoming had slowly worn him down -- well, only worn down to the point where he would involve himself in the TRYING FOR A BABY stage; the only problem was that it had yet to work. Seeing how that affected his wife was the hardest thing to cope with. “I thought it was the role of the husband to PRETEND to listen while saying they’re actually listening?” Though, when it boils down to it, they both knew that he was a hopeless case in terms of only listening to Dylan. Everyone else fell upon deaf ears. When she moved closer, Darius nuzzled his forehead against the side of her face, sighing once more. “Happiness is subjective -- different for everyone. I’m PERFECTLY CONTENT with what’s been put in front of me.” Whether that was the truth or a lie wasn’t entirely important. Well, in his mind it wasn’t.

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dylanvalxntine:

“Of course you can. Whenever you can angry, just focus on something else. Something that makes you happy,” she suggested, trying to find a solution for a problem she didn’t truly understand. She wasn’t in his head, she just wasn’t sure what went on in there. All she could do was try to help as much as she could. “I know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do it.” Dylan wasn’t surprised to hear him say he didn’t agree. Most of the time she had to believe in him enough for the both of them. “I also know that. I really with you would. If you could see what I see in you, it’d make things a lot easier.”

SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. Darius was completely aware of diversion techniques and how to centre oneself’s thoughts around one thing in order to ignore the issue at hand, but it had never really worked until DYLAN had become a focal point for him. She was all that he cared about, everything and anything else was a side plot he had a habit of ignoring. “Maybe I should QUIT THERAPY and just spend an hour listening to you give advice twice a week,” the male tried to joke. He rested his arm along the back of his wife’s chair and leaned in, a rough hand then gently cupped her chin as his lips pressed against hers. “I’m aware,” he then muttered. For Darius, knowing about something and doing something were complete polar opposites and he was RARELY able to bring them together. Still, Dylan needed to see that he was at least making the effort to try -- so that was what he had been trying to do lately. “What makes you say that?” he asked, an eyebrow arching as eyes stared into hers.

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dylanvalxntine:

“It won’t be for long if you keep getting so mad every time someone stares at you funny. It’s going to keep happening, Darius. You just have to learn to ignore them,” she argued, although it was coming from a place of concern and not anger. “Can’t really play the psychotic husband card since I don’t have a psychotic husband. Don’t say things like that.” 

“I CAN’T help it,” Darius sighed as callused hands rubbed down his face. For as long as he could remember, he had ISSUES with anger and remaining calm -- the latter practically non-existent in his life. Adding a step-father into a life that was already messy only intensified everything that he couldn’t control and now -- now he was living a life of CONSEQUENCES of that. “It’s... HARDER for me,” he then went on to explain. He had been following the steps laid out for him all those years ago: medication, meditation - literally anything and everything that could help he attempted to embrace it. His life with Dylan was too important to mess up with the issues that his genetic make-up caused. “I --” he paused, searching for the right words before speaking once more. “--- Don’t share your opinion.”

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dylanvalxntine:

Dylan let out a small sigh of relief when he relaxed, a grin creeping on her lips. She never thought he’d do anything, but she never liked seeing him that upset. “I know that, Darius. You should get so riled up, it’s not good for your blood pressure,” she said with a playful smile, as if blood pressure was an issue for someone as young and healthy as him. “Don’t worry about me, you know I don’t care what people think. I know who you are.”

“My blood pressure is PERFECTLY FINE, thank you very much,” Darius quipped with an arched brow as he turned his body so that the only person he could properly focus on was his wife. His thumb brushed arches over Dylan’s knuckles before he lifted it to his lips where he placed a feather light kiss to them. “I’m guessing you don’t play the PSYCHOTIC HUSBAND card on people often, then?” he partially joked... well, he tried to, at least. That’s what most people would see him as, so why not embrace it?

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dylanvalxntine:

Dylan noticed pretty quickly that Darius was being a little too quiet, not that he was usually very talkative—she usually did all the talking. Mid-bite, she looked up from her plate and her eyes went from his face, to whoever he was looking at before finally landing on his balled up fist. It didn’t take long before he spoke up and she knew she had to diffuse the situation quickly. Her hand moved to cup his fist, her thumb rubbing circles on his hand. “Don’t give them a reaction, you know that’s what they want,” she said gently, her eyes seeking his out.

She was right, of course -- ANNOYINGLY SO, it would seem. He nodded slowly and turned his hand so that their fingers could intertwine, a small sigh leaving his lips as he turned his eyes on his wife. “Easier said that done, Dylan,” the male spoke slowly. He wanted to live a QUIET AND SUBDUED life, but it seems that his past was still preventing that from happening. “I can only imagine how shit this is for you, too.”

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beezusd-elabri:

“Yes, but I don’t.” She told him, her response short and ‘sweet’. From the moment he got out of his car and began evaluating the situation she could tell he didn’t want to, it made her wonder why he even stopped if he was just going to look like something was forcing him. “In the trunk, I have the tire. Hopefully, in the tool box there, it has the stuff you need..” She stated, walking over to pick up some of the metal pieces inside of it. 

Darius nodded and proceeded to lift the spare from below the trunk floor. He rolled it around to the one that had the flat before returning for the tools, his jacket removed in the process. “It WON’T take long,” he simply explained with a shrug as hands riffled through her tool collection. With the jack in hand, he knelt down and began unscrewing the bolts that attached the wheel to the  concealed frame. “--- Where’re you from?” he asked. That was how one involved themselves in SMALL TALK, right?

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so this little bundle of joy is darius valentine, and he’s a thirty-two year old mechanic that pretty much lives in his own bubble - he’s basically the humanoid version of the grumpy cat, and i should apologise for anything and everything that he might just do just now because it’ll probably happen a lot:

when he was young his parents divorced and the custody over him went to his mother, so for several years it was just the two of them and, quite honestly, it was the way he preferred it

didn’t last long, though, as she remarried a guy that darius absolutely hated with every fibre of his being and it didn’t change much when they moved in with him

when he was fifteen the stepdad was once again drunk and pissed off because his beloved supersonics were losing their game, so quite naturally darius became the target of his frustrations but after living with it for several years already, something snapped inside him and he picked up a nearby object and whacked the older male, subsequently killing him as a result, he was sent to juvenile detention as a result and spent several years there

to this day, darius shows no remorse for his actions and has never once felt guilty about ending someone’s life -- the only thing he felt bad about was breaking his mother’s heart, and he knows that he’ll never truly be able to make up for that

he was released in his twenties and has been struggling to get by ever since, though “fate” brought him into contact with an old neighbour and she eventually got him a job at her father’s garage and he was taught on the job to be a mechanic since he didn’t finish high school and doesn’t really have any intention of going back to education in any capacity

after several years, darius proposed to the woman that had gone out of her way to help him after falling for her so badly - they were on the couch watching tv when he randomly asked her, though he didn’t have a ring at the time; he didn’t have a ring to give her for almost three months afterwards as he needed to save up his money and buy one

his name and picture has been in several newspapers/magazines/blogs ever since he was fifteen; forever being branded as the boy who killed his stepdad and has been the subject of many debates about the fact

when he was nineteen and after many fights and bouts of anger, darius was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder and was placed on medication and has been taking it ever since to help with his issues

did i mention he is the human version of grumpy cat?

he is

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Darius felt the hairs on the back of his neck STAND TO ATTENTION as he glanced up from his lunch to see that he was being stared at. After being a target for the media for so many years, he had thought that part of his life was finally behind him, but one thing he didn’t really count on is that people never truly forget. He could feel the blood coursing through his veins begin to BURN as his grip on his butter knife tightened until his knuckles turned white. “--- What the hell are you looking at?” he then grumbled.