running with wolves;

Elena Luna-Sinclair. Thirty Three. Widow. Manager of Chambre Noire Underboss of the Luna family.

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[mavencalore]

she is a bloodied flower revelling in pain and power.

power (n.s.) // for @feyreacheron (via mavencalore)

[elena--luna]

harlowthomas​:

Harlow had left town because of a man. Ewan. A man who had loved her so deeply that he had been willing to cage her for himself. Without freedom, she tore down her walls and ran as far away as she could. Now, upon her return, she was here to determined how much stronger she was. While she cared little about who spoke to or about her, she wanted her presence in town to remain anonymous for as long as she could get it. Though, she feared that specifying that would go against her goal. Therefore, she merely nodded at Elena. Most people knew of her past with Ewan but she was glad that maybe Elena didn’t know about it. Her head dipped into a nod as she folded a leg over the other. “I’ve got everything I need, thank you.” She hummed softly. The brunette had ample money in her savings and while running away had taken a lot of that out, she still had a comfortable safety net. Nothing that would get her far if need be, but she’d survive. The question was one she anticipated and she let out a small sigh. “I believe I’ll have to think about it. I’ve returned for a few months to work for a case, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. For the time being, I can be on call should I be needed.” She wasn’t sure how much was going on and whether people would need representation but she was here and she may as well put money in her account. “How has it been around here? I’ve heard things but nothing worth believing.”

There was a file in the bottom of Elena’s desk drawer with Harlow Thomas’ name on it. No one but her knew of its existence. The sudden announcement of Harlow’s departure many months ago had come as a shock and raised many questions. It didn’t sit right with the underboss because of how strange it was-- a usually confident, independent and incredibly capable woman deciding to go under the radar out of the blue, as if running away from something. Elena’d felt obligated to do some research, was Harlow in some kind of trouble? Had someone third been blackmailing her? If that was the case, the entire organization could’ve suffered. Her men had handed over the file soon after; the second her gaze landed on the name of the man who was pretty much the word intense embodied, she closed it without reading or looking at any of the photographs. There was no need for any other additional details because she understood why Harlow felt the need to disappear. To this day Elena wasn’t with familiar with the details of the brunette’s past because she believed Harlow to be a professional above else. The Thomas didn’t have to go around proclaiming her eternal love for the Luna clan or anything similar but as long as she did her job and won their cases, the leaders would stay out of her personal life. And so far Elena had never had a reason to doubt her. “Glad to hear you have everything you need. If something comes up, you know where to find me.” The second in command concluded with a simple nod. The waiter set their drinks down before them and slender fingers wrapped around her whiskey. “Eerily quiet, for the most part,” she replied with a ghost of a smirk and took a sip of her drink. “Which is never good, as you know. Take as much time as you need though, at the moment we have no pressing matters to attend to. There’s been a truce, both families are in mourning.” Len spoke in the third person, as always while conducting a meeting. “I’ve been meaning to take this time to look into the accident.”

[elena--luna]

clement-coste​:

The warm chuckle that followed shook Clement’s chest, his hand gripping over his chest as he laughed. “Honesty is the first step to recovery.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Tho, I don’t believe there is anything wrong with a little bias. Especially if you enjoy it.” Mussing a hand through his too long curls Clement nodded, “Per your recommendation I’ll try it.” Clem enjoyed when anyone asked about his career. It seemed nearly no one was interested in his music. His father had made it clear he was disappointed in the path that he took and his sister acted as if they were just a garage band without a single fan. His mother cared, but in the smothering way that mothers tended to so when others showed any inclination to talk about him Clem lapped it up like a child starved for attention. “I was touring with my band- it’s a small thing indie but they love us over seas. So I was running with them for almost a year- it’s how I know the apples are the best in China. Had them nearly everywhere.”

“If apple pies, jams and juices are going to be the end of me, fine! I wholeheartedly accept, never wanna recover from this sweet addiction,” she declared with a chuckle, bringing a round red apple to her nose to take a whiff in a playful manner before carefully laying it in her basket. “Come on, help me pick out some. You’re not getting a special treatment just because you’re a star, I’m not sparing you.” Elena teased before glancing at the man once more. “Indie? Anything I might’ve heard of? As someone who is not exactly a throwing bras on stage kind of enthusiast but like to listen to music every once in a while? Especially indie, it soothes me.” Music in general did. The Luna wasn’t exactly musically inclined but she knew how to appreciate it. “How about we strike a deal, a pie in exchange for one of your CDs? Fair warning, if you say yes it won’t be for my sake but for my old stereo’s. It’s been sitting in my apartment, all sad and dusty for years now.”

[elixs-bernhxrt-schxfer]

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.” AND/OR “Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

It was an odd sensation having Elena next to him like this. She har came over after a long shift and had asked if it was alright if she just rested her eyes for a moment. Being the gentleman he was, he allowed her to. Though, he hadn’t expected her to actually fall asleep leaning on his shoulder. Elias had frozen in his spot, not knowing what to do. Should he wake her and say she could lay on the couch or even take his bed or should he just let her be? Elena looked so worn out these days, maybe some uninterrupted sleep would do her some good. Sleep also sounded good for him too. He got himself comfortable, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, allowing her to move her head to rest on his chest as he propped his feet onto the coffee table in front of them.

She wakes up at an early hour of the morning and Elias lets out a yawn. He is a little stunned at her apology but gives a warm smile.

“You needed the sleep. I wasn’t going to make you move.” He says with a sleepy voice.

[elena--luna]

a closed starter for: @ewantrovatis​ location: Ewan’s place. time: late evening.

One bullet. A single bullet would suffice. It would pierce whatever was left of his heart and rid the world of his malice, once and for all. A tragic outcome of a mission it was, a complete chaos breaking out. And thanks to him, surely, the screams of petrified civillians witnessing the event rang in her ears. What made matters worse was the fact he had fled the scene. The word on the street was, Ewan Trovati had escaped. The ultimate move of a fucking coward. Needless to say, the assumption only fueled Elena’s rage. It was time to deal with him and his incredible malice once and for all-- it was a mantra the brunette kept repeating to herself. The woman wasn’t thinking clearly; she was a volcano. Most of the time calm and collected on the surface but capable of destroying cities. With magma cooking on the inside, the eruptions were inevitable. At times it seemed as though Ewan Trovati, of all people, was a part of her core which needed to act in order for her to react, in order for an eruption to happen. With a deadly stare in her eyes and chocolate locks fluttering behind her she marched in long strides through his building. If she did this, she would not only save thousands of LA residents bound to become his victims but also make him disappear. From her city, from her life, from her head. Cocking her gun she made a turn into the hallway where his apartment was located. Elena expected to be met with his signature roaring laughter, the darkness in his hopeless eyes or the goddamn arrogant smirk. The Luna expected all but the actual sight awaiting her. The door of the apartment was open, bloodstained, as well as the knob. The trace of blood led inside so Elena tightened her grip on the gun, carefully approaching. Ewan Trovati lying in the pool of his own blood, stabbed or shot. Either way, nearly lifeless. Something within her crumbled, it physically hurt and she felt herself flinch but a brave soldier she was, she didn’t release a sound. “Ewan?” In a state of utter shock, Len looked down at him and in the deafening silence of the room softly called out his name. Her gun was still pointed down at him, her finger still secured on the trigger. 

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[elena--luna]

harlowthomas​:

Harlow looked over at the woman and nodded her head. “As you say,” the brunette said as she followed the other. Her relationship with the Luna had been strictly business. She was paid to what she did best and she wasn’t someone to fuck around with. After all, those who crossed her often were sent for long sentences. There wasn’t much she couldn’t get someone out of and with that, there were a lot she could pin someone with as well. Especially when she knew all their secrets. As for the other, she almost snorted when she mentioned that she was with her. “I don’t have to be with anyone to ensure they don’t speak to me. But people speak.” Not to her, but about her. It made her wonder if this was business or a welcome back, either way, she preferred to get it done with as soon as possible. “Whiskey sour.” She told the bartender as she folded a leg over the other and peered back at the woman. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She figured, after all, that this was why she’d decided to have Harlow join her rather than send her to the bar. The latter was what she’d hoped for but things didn’t always fall into place how she wanted them to. 

Elena made herself comfortable in a secluded booth, green orbs carefully observing the other as she joined her-- however she kept her expression neutral. “People speak but they won’t speak about you here-- in a nearly empty bar hidden from prying eyes. The women at the yoga studio were too self-absorbed to notice us,” Elena stated the obvious for Harlow’s sake once more, sensing her slight paranoia, the Luna thought it was necessary. Out of professional courtesy, the second-in-command had carefully chosen the bar as a place to meet. “I trust you settled in well enough? Do you have everything you need?” What Elena had in mind however, wasn’t a plant or a housewarming gift of any kind but if Harlow needed financial support or protection the Lunas could provide. “What is your plan? To keep having a low profile? Or are you ready to come back to work with us?” Elena asked the associate of her family in a stern tone-- the answer to the last of the three concise questions she was most interested in. Harlow’s personal motivation didn’t interest her in the slightest, but it was necessary for the Luna leaders to know for sure if they could count on Harlow Thomas and her services. "You can count on our support regardless of your decision.” Elena made herself clear right away; the associates of the family would be taken good care of, no matter if they were an active member or not. Her gaze then shifted to the waiter bringing their drinks-- to let the other know someone was approaching. 

[elena--luna]

ewantrovatis​:

The nudge in his side came as a surprise, but it reminded him of the Elena he once knew. Playful, kind and adoring. A sigh escaped his lips, they staying silent as if nothing had happened until his eyes avverted hers. This was the right way to go after all, the two had no chance, they never did. It was just a sad story. Ewan would never betray Mikael and Elena would never betray her family. She was almost on top of the food chain and he was a dog on a leash, happily doing his tricks. Ewan looked at her however, and saw now the woman he got to know, halfway laughing, just the saddness was more obivous. 

Reaching the graveyard Ewan looked at her. Knowing quite well that this was their last time parting without having battle wounds and perhaps having one or the other hurt. Bitting his bottom lip, Ewan looked back at her. His eyes meeting hers without saying anything. He just wanted a quick glance, because next time would have no mercy in them would it? They had been able to argue, have a small meal and take a walk together all in this short span of time. Yet, it felt like nothing compared to their time in Spain. “I’m leaving.” he murmured under his breath all of a sudden, knowing that this was it. “Stay safe.” His words stern, cold and with a hint of meaning. Even if they were enemies, he would struggle having to kill her off, but it was his duty and he would do it. So until next time he thought as he started to turn to leave. 

Elena sensed his eyes on her at a certain point but didn’t turn her head to meet his gaze. Doing so, she’d intrude on an intimate for him moment. On their way to the graveyard, they walked past a few flower shops. Elena made a brief stop at one and without a word chose flowers Sebastian had often bought for his beloved Valerie. If her late brother was around, looking down on her, he’d be happy. The last in a row of flower shops was a closed one. An abandoned one. The Flower Patch, the rusty sign barely read but Elena knew the name by heart as it had belonged to her birth mother, the woman Mateo Luna’d engaged in an affair with. After her death so many years ago, her shop had been closed, naturally, rotting ever since. “I sometimes wonder if I feel obligated to love flowers because of her,” the woman murmured, voicing her thoughts without her even being aware. With a slight shake of head, she moved on and her feet came to a halt only in front of the tall gates of the cemetery. In a way, Elena was relieved he didn’t ask if she was ready as he promised. Had he, she would’ve had to convincingly lie. Yet, he saved her the trouble. “Go, you don’t belong here,” she remarked, stuffing her cold hands in the pockets of her overcoat, “Take care, Ewan.” Elena sent a message of her own to him, charged with all sorts of conflicting emotions brewing within. Unable to say anything else as words were stuck in her throat. Grief-stricken, and unable to move too, as a matter of fact. The little masochist in her forced her to keep her eyes on him and take some sort of twisted pleasure in watching him walk away.

THE END. 

[elena--luna]

ewantrovatis​:

If a slight touch could make it feel like electricity was courisng through his bones, he didn’t know what else could. Elena had always been elegant and pure in his eyes. He knew she was a Luna at least now he did, but to him she was like the finest snow on a cold night, gentle, easy and deadly to those unaware of what might come. Her fingertips felt cool and smooth against his stubbles, his eyes shutting slowly, but his head turning so she wouldn’t see. They had been a dream, one none could expect and here they stood, both of them, on opposite sides never to see or experience what they had in what felt like a past life. 

Her touch had made him lightheaded, and it seemed like a part of him never wished for their parting. The dream was kept locked away, but at times flashes would resurface and the most scary thing of them all? If she would do something like that again, he would succumb and fall into her like before. Ewan watched as she walked forward to the gate. Knowing quite well that this was it. Next time he’d be lost in his own duty, not able to see reality from fantasy and probably covered in blood and anger. He would like for the small dreams of the past to keep him safe at night, or at least try and that’s exactly what Elena was, a dream he could never achieve. “I’m sorry for your loss.” he murmured, more out of duty but also out of guilt. He knew what she was feeling, or at least he thought so. 

It felt as though Ewan was able to be sincere with her only upon receiving a verbal guarantee this was the last time they would be like this together. As though he needed to be sure he wasn’t betraying his best friend before he gave in to whatever connection there was between him and the Luna. His I’m sorry didn’t help, however she appreciated it. These rare moments moment of comfort and peace were to be cherished. Don’t worry Ewan Trovati, your secrets are safe with me. If at some point in the future she needed to defeat him, she would find some other way to do it. “I’m sorry too,” she heard herself confess. Elena had been angry, shocked, devastated, hurt, incredibly sad-- but most of all sorry. “They are... were kids-- silly, naive, stupid kids, thinking they could just... escape this hell.” Bash was only a few years younger but he had been more idealistic of the two of them. His older sibling had been hardened by some tragic events in her life and in the end she had been sucked back into the life in LA  Lesson learned, she would never allow herself to be as idiotic to let herself believe some illusion of love was more real than the harsh reality. “You and I were smarter, weren’t we.” A chuckle escaped her lips as she nudged his side in an almost playful manner. The truth was, there was no way out from this hell. Except in a body bag. Perhaps nether of them were aware but the darkest assumptions they had created about one another saved them. If they hadn’t nipped their little romance in the bud, what would’ve happened? They would’ve run away together? Abandoned their family and closest friends? Spent the rest of their lives in fear, in hiding? Fuck no, at the end of the day duty prevailed, for both of them. A mysterious and melancholic smile appeared on her lips, now wasn’t this a shocking discovery? They did have something in commom. As it had turned out, it was easier for both of them to blame the other than face the truth: they never stood a chance. 

[elena--luna]

elixs-bernhxrt-schxfer​:

    He knows that he should have been straight forward with her. However, Elias was a gentleman after all and one from the south to boot. He didn’t like to be crass that much, but sometimes, well especially around Lucas and Elena, he could relax a bit more. Maybe he could open up about his concerns regarding his relationship with Veronica.

     “A lot of people have said that she’s been using me and I don’t know if I should believe them or not.” The lawyer says truthfully. “I understand the hestiation, but I just…feel that we have a pretty stable relationship? Well, at least from my prospective. I’ve been meaning to have this talk with her but she always seems to be ready to leave or change the topic when I try and bring it up. I’ve tried to talk to her on the phone, but she will say that she’s about to clock in for work.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I just….I know I don’t have the best track record when it comes to partners, so I think I might be misreading this whole thing?” He didn’t want the others to be right, he wanted to believe that he and Veronica had something and that she wasn’t using him.

     Elias takes the drink and thanks her softly before sitting down on one of the sofas, crossing his right leg over his left. He sips the drink, a smile coming to his lips. She really did know how to make a great drink after all.

     “We can try and schedule something if that makes it easier on you? I know that this is quite the predicament we are in,…” He gestures between the two of them,“…but I see no reason to be so on edge. I’ve got no reasons to turn on the Aureums or you for that matter.”

Bringing the glass to her lips, Elena braced herself for a certainly entertaining story of a fatal attraction, flirtation, or whatever it was. Juicy details she wasn’t interested in naturally, neither would Elias-- the perfect gentleman he was-- ever provide them but what he ended up saying completely threw her off. “Wait... Relationship?” Len repeated after him in utter disbelief, a look of confusion written all over her face before she gulped down a mouthful her drink, images of Veronica with other people at the club flashing through her mind. However, it wasn’t her place to burst Elias’ bubble, it was none of her business, truly. Not to mention Veronica was someone Elena had a soft spot for and felt very protective over. “Don’t-- don’t listen to anyone. If anyone knows anything about your... Relationship, it’s you two. A lot of people?” A snicker. “The fuck do they know?” Elena said with a low chuckle. Relationships between people were complicated enough as it was, sometimes even people involved walked around in circles with questions marks hanging above their head. Elena, however, didn’t want him to be one of those unfortunate people. “Elias,” she began gently, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. “Do you think she’s using you? In what way would she be taking advantage of you anyway?”

The Veronica talk left Elena in a bit of a shock so she quickly finished her drink and was already eyeing the glass bottle for another one. “Oh, yes, I’d actually love that.” Len admitted with a soft smile which froze at his next words. “But it’s my duty to be on edge, at all times. I’m--” she glanced down. “Responsible for a lot of people. They all depend on me,” the second-in-command brought her gaze back to Elias, runnng fingers through chocolate locks. “However, I believe you.” At Chambre Noire Elena was safe. Armed, guarded, there were cameras and her spies all over the place. “And I’d never ask anything similar of you. It’s simple-- I want to show them we can defeat them fair and square.” While Elena was hesitant to bring civillians into their mess, she was aware Mikael wasn’t above asking such a thing of Elias. "You have to be careful too. If you ever fear you’re in danger in any way, come to me immediately, alright? Promise me you’ll be careful? ... And promise me that you’ll bring a bottle red wine to the dinner.” Elena flashed a sweet smile at him, concluding on a lighter note. 

[elena--luna]

milo-johnson​:

Milo takes one last deep breath, feeling himself getting back to earth and regaining some type of composure. His patience has been hanging by a thread ever since the car “accident” that killed Val. Seems like he needed something to hit and the mugger just so happened to fall right on his lap. Elena tries to lighten the mood by making a joke about his age. Really he probably looks older than he actually is. It’s not funny but he chuckles anyway. “Don’t need one. If cameras are watchin’ then they can see how it all went down. I’m just defending myself.” Surely he was going a little overboard but - technicalities. “'Sides, I didn’t hit’im that hard. He’s alive, ain’t he?” Could have been worse, couldn’t it? He could have used his gun. As he sighs, Milo lifts his hand to look at his bruised knuckles. Sometime during the fight the skin had split open and there was now blood running down his fingers. “Nothin’ I can’t handle.” With those words he pulls out a handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans and then wraps it around his hand. “Keep it. I’ve got plenty of’em.”

“That’s your narrative, you forget those cameras kept filming even after he was down.” Elena pointed out in a good-natured tone, but concluded with a shake of head. There was no need to keep the conversation going, at the end of the day-- it didn’t matter. It’d gone down the way it had. No need for either of them to mull over it any longer. However, Len agreed he was the victim. Even after defeating the man, he had been a victim to some extent. A victim to whatever had prompted him to keep kicking, to look at her with almost lifeless eyes. “He’s alive and taken good care of, won’t be coming after you or anything.” Elena revealed but it was as much as she would share. At his sort-of refusal of the offer, she gave him a look, blinking twice. “... Not going to beg if that’s what you’re into. Just gonna tell you you’re missing one hell of a treatment. Cuts and scratches are my specialty, my cat can be very playful.” What a convenient way to account for some of her injuries. A bit unfair to Nox, blaming it all on her. It was their deal however, food and cuddles in exhange for an alibi of sorts. Elena glanced up at the sky, running her hand through her damp hair. “I think I saw a dry pack of cigarettes lying around in there as well...” One final bait. Take it or leave it, old man. 

[elena--luna]

elixs-bernhxrt-schxfer​:

     “Yeah. I’ve been….” He hesitates for a bit on his wording,“…seeing Veronica a bit more regularly. I am uncertain of what to label it as but we’ve been a bit more than friendly lately.” He didn’t want to be crass and say that he was fucking one of her dancers and possibly caught feelings for her. He hestiated because for the longest time, Elias had pined after Elena. Lucas had been extremely lucky to have Elena in his life. He knew there wasn’t a chance at all once the two were married, but he could at least support them as much as he could despite the fact that they had moved to LA while he stayed in Texas. Though, he could say that both of their worlds were rocked when Lucas had passed. He’d lost his best friend and she had lost the love of her life.

     He is pulled from his thoughts when she reminds them that they really can’t be seen together. He knew that she was a Luna but hadn’t realized she was that kind of Luna. It made much more sense now and he immediately felt like an idiot for the oversight. However, he is elated when she says that they could go back to her place and catch up there.

     “Oh, there isn’t any need to cook if you don’t want to. You’ve had quite a long day. We could always pick up someothing or have it delivered.” Elias cracks his knuckles, a nervous habit that he hadn’t really kicked since high schooL. “But a good whiskey would hit the spot right about now.” He too had had a long day and a nice drink would help relax him.

Elena gave him a simple nod in understanding, if she met a straight man with two healthy eyes who wasn’t completely smitten with Veronica, she’d either call him a liar or a madman. The brunette grinned slightly, making sure to add a chuckle too. “Oh, have you now?” Something about his confession didn’t sit right with her, it borderline bothered her but she told herself it was the way Elias spoke; she sensed there was definitely more truth to his blooming relationship than he let on. "Elias,” she gave him a look, a playful spark in her tired eyes. “You’re a good lawyer, one of the best, really, but I’ve known you for years now so I can tell when you’re not telling the whole truth. Come on, you know you can be honest with me. I wouldn’t judge, least of all people you.” Some things never changed and Elena was glad, glad there was one person in her life she could still feel at home with. Granted, he wasn’t supposed to be in her life anymore and he could betray her in a flash but tonight? Elena decided to count her blessings. After all, her siblings, fellow mafia members and the rest of associates-- after all those years she’d take a look at some of them and realize they were all still strangers, in one way or another. Some habits never died either and Elias’ knuckle cracking was a proof. A fond smile found its way to her lips as her hand covered his, a thumb tenderly brushing over those knuckles. A soothing gesture to assure him he didn’t have to feel bad or awkward. Odds were against them, soon they might mortal enemies, maybe even as soon as tomorrow but in this very moment he could count on her to be his friend-- since Lucas couldn’t be-- or whatever else he needed. Either way, Elena wholeheartedly agreed with Elias-- a drink would be most welcome. The brunette made her way over to the glass bar cart and poured them each a generous amount of the golden liquid. “Cooking relaxes me,” she told him. Nothing like a glass of wine, some mellow music and creating a delicious meal to calm her nerves. Len bit down on her lip as her gaze lowered to her watch. “However, you’re right, I haven’t realized how late it is,” a nervous chuckle escaped her lips. “Tomorrow maybe? Or when you’re not busy with one of my girls?” Elena questioned, hopeful, handing over the drink. “Make yourself comfortable, please.” The manager surely did, hopping up on one of the tables. “Rough day?”

[elena--luna]

harlowthomas​:

Harlow couldn’t help but shake her head as she peered at the stupid studio that held some middle aged women who were hoping that Yoga would fix all their issues. They were bored, overweight, and had a slew of emotional issues and their solace was going to be a bit of yoga every day. A fucking joke. “Oh, you made it all better?” She snorted as she looked over at the woman. Of course she had. Truthfully, Harlow hadn’t thought that the bar was that well known but perhaps she’d been wrong. Turning to follow the other, she folded her arms over her chest. Her brow rose for a moment before she sighed. “I would be happy apart from the fact that I’m going to have to see far too many familiar faces now.” Probably a lot more Luna’s than she liked to see. While she was affiliated with them, there was a reason she hadn’t dived head first into the gang. She was content with having one foot out in the real world. “Can we go in for a drink?”

“You tell me,” she gave Harlow a meaningful look as they stepped inside. “There’s not a lot of people at this hour,” her people, was what she meant. Most of the soldiers were either at their posts or assigned missions. “That’s why we’re meeting here, and I remember from before you like the place.” Elena maintained a professional relationship with Harlow Thomas (and she had a feeling the other was perfectly fine with the arrangement) but her preferences were taken into consideration. Life was fucked-up as it was, why not at least try to make it somewhat pleasant for the associate of her family. “As for those who are here? You’re with me, Harlow. No one will dare look at you unless I let them.” Elena had become somewhat of a patron of the bar so her authority was secured. Some rules were clear-- when in a meeting she wasn’t to be bothered, in any way. The Luna greeted the bartender and the owner with a slight smile and nodded her head towards the booth in the furthest corner of the bar, its strategic position allowing them privacy. “I’ll have an old fashioned and anything but a cocktail with a tiny umbrella for Ms. Thomas,” she jested but left it to the other to pick her own poison of choice as she proceeded to the booth. 

[merrittrps]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA └ Making a Portrait - Priscilla Quintana

Season 01 • Episode 01

[elena--luna]

milo-johnson​:

Control Is important. Control spares him from his limbo – this purgatory. Milo maintains control because it was taught to him at an early age, having seen first hand what would happen if he would live life free of boundaries. His father had been the example that he had faced, even before he was old enough to recognize the lessons that the man was teaching him. Milo was certain that his father always maintained a purpose behind each rough word or smack over his head. Though his father had taught him much, he never learned the fundamental principles of what it meant to be a man from him. Mostly because his father died before he could finish his lessons. So really, whatever he learned he had to do it on his own. Back inside the Academy, around colleges and then later in life, inside the slammer. Four years inside and then six years living his fake life - it was no wonder he was starting to break down. 

Yeah he could have killed that guy if not for the fact that someone grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. A woman. And when he manages to regain focus and realizes who it is he silently curses. Like he needs for Elena Luna to come save him from himself. Milo watches as she gives the order and a couple of big heavy brutes came around to collect the guy. Who know what’s going to happen to him and frankly Milo doesn’t particularly care. It’s awful to think about it but he has grown used to viewing human life as disposable. She tries to calm him down by asking him to breathe, which he does. Even if his lungs feel like they’re on fire and he’s breathing gasoline. 

When Elena hands him the wallet he doesn’t need to open it up. He knows that nothing is missing since the mugger never had it on him. “Yeah, ‘s all there.” After pocketing the wallet he brings one hand over his neck, fingers brushing the small cut there. “You know you didn’t have to do that. Had it covered.” Of course Milo knew who she was but she had no reason to know him at all. 

With the man beside her practically wheezing and gasping for air in an attempt to steady his breathing, Elena’s gaze subtly followed her men into the dark to make sure she wouldn’t have to intervene. There shouldn’t be any cops around at this hour, according to their deal, but still. With all this madness happening, it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious. The woman herself released a breath of relief as she realized everything ran smoothly and they made it to the van safely, now able to give the man next to her her full attention, lord help them both. An almost amused eyebrow arched at the man as she patted his shoulder lightly. “You’ll be alright, old man.” Again, her comment was good-natured. At his next words, she gave him an incredulous look. “Mm, you had it covered but what you didn’t have was a simple plan. What were you going to do, huh? Finish him off? And have the lowlife on your conscious for the rest of your life? Leave him lying there-- crack a charming smile for each of the two cameras on us.” The surveillance around Chambre Noire was thorough, it allowed the manager, not only to be omnipresent but to be able to manipulate with the footage if necessary. “You injured?” Len noticed the man wincing slightly as his hand went around his neck. “Come on inside, I know where they keep a first aid kit, we’ll check you for injuries. And decide who deserves his knife as a token of war,”

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     While more often than not Elias came to Chambre Noire to see Veronica, tonight was a night that she was off and wanted to spend time alone. That worked out well for him because had been meaning to reach out to Elena. He had been so caught up in working for the Aureums that he couldn’t really take the time to reach out to her after Lucas had passed. The last time they had really spoken to one another was at his funeral. Of course, he cared for his best friend’s wife, she was practically like his sister , but work made it very difficult to request time off to go and see her. He could only hope she would understand. Even when he and Veronica started seeing each other, he hadn’t really seen Elena around the club. It was only when Veronica had mentioned that Elena was her boss that he’d pieced the two names together after questioning Veronica a bit further on who her boss was. Since he had been at the club so often, the bouncers were more than willing to let him up to where Elena’s office was when he mentioned that he was there to see her. Thankfully, they even told him exactly where she was. He wondered what her reaction would be and he could only hope that she could forgive him for not seeing her sooner.

     It was one of his first times really in one of the dressing rooms. A few of the dancers waved to him as he stepped in as they were leaving, of course recognizing him. He nods in acknowledgement and offers a kind smile as he slips past them. He can see that Elena is on one of the couches, seemingly resting her eyes. She most likely had a hard night, which made him all the more worried. He could only hope that she wasn’t working herself to death. As he nears, he sees her reaction and brings his hands up in defense, spotting how she reached for her weapon. She was of course on guard, and he couldn’t blame her.

     “Whoah there tiger, not here to hurt you. Don’t need to pull a gun on me.” His eyes flash from content, to fear, and stops on worried before turning to caution.“It’s good to see you too.” He pauses, his eyes glancing down at her holstered weapon again. “Actually, no. Veronica is off tonight, as you know, and I thought I should come by to check up on you….” because I promised Lucas that I would no matter what. He swallows a bit and takes a deep breath. “I realized that I haven’t really been around and I just first wanted to apologize about that. I’m hoping I can make that up to you by getting you some dinner while we catch up?”

Elena’s hand dropped from the holster to her side and despite a wave of relief washing over her, she remained aware of the gun, in case she needed to use it. “You never know,” the brunette replied with a flicker of amusement flashing through her sleepy eyes. “There are all kinds of creeps lurking around-- but you know this, this isn’t your first time here.” Elena had brought her several methods of dealing with drunkards to perfection, each one hundred percent effective-- which ironically enough didn’t make dealing with them any less exhausting. “Veronica? You hang out with Ronnie?” Elena questioned with a soft smile gracing her lips, the sole mention of the lively girl never failed to bring a smile to her lips. Not to mention she was aware of her popularity among their clients. The creeps of the world or Veronica-- no matter what or who the topic of conversation was, they always returned to the one person they had in common. The brunette was deeply touched by his words; to hear someone important to Lucas cared was almost like sensing he was around. At first she didn’t know what to say and instead of speaking, she brought her cool hands to her cheeks, still flushed from the nap. An inner voice, voice of reason and caution questioned Elias’ true intentions. However, if Lucas’ words resonated within her to this day; why was it so hard to accept his best friend felt the same way? “We can’t exactly be seen together, darling,” tilted her head to the side, she reminded him gently. Yet, she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to catch up with Elias. With him around, she felt closer to Lucas. With Elias around, she felt better. “How about,” she straightened her back and a light smile claimed her lips as an idea came to mind. “We go back to my place? We can dust off the bottle of whiskey I bought in Scotland many, many years ago, I can cook you your favorite food, we can watch old photographs and make fun of how young and stupid we were?” Not like either of them was old now but emotionally speaking? Elena felt one thousand years old.