monroe is dead

"My father is dead. You'll have to answer to me now." [indie nbc revolution oc. written by em.] [sideblog of drummingncise]

[leomcnroe]

But it’s harder than you think     Telling dreams from one another

LEO BENNETT-MONROE. indie nbc revolution oc. adored by em. sideblog to drummingncise.

[leomcnroe]

hhhhhh i miss this blog and this fandom :(

[girlwithapomegranate-deactivate]

healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake

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[leomcnroe]

28 years later part 2 || bass & leo

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

It was still weird to him to hear Miles referred to as ‘Mr. Matheson’.  He knew it was a respect thing, but the honorific still brought to mind Miles’ and Ben’s father, not the younger son.  “Uh, yeah, we were.  We’ve been friends since we were about five.  Inseparable”  And Bass had been very transparently in love with him since he recognized the emotion for what it was.  It wasn’t a surprise to him that Emma had noticed.

“My girlfriend and I are like that,” he says, idly. “We haven’t known each other since we were kids, but it feels like we’veknown each other forever.”

Now that the top of the computer tower is cleared of all the junk, he pulls a flashlight out of his pocket and shines it against the tower. There’s a fuckton of dust in the exhaust port. “It might not be my place to say? But she mentioned that she wasn’t exactly faithful to Mr. Matheson?”

[presidentbassmonroe]

OPEN RP||

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

“The apocalypse happened,” Monroe snapped.  “The man I used to be wouldn’t have survived.  I had to toughen up.  I had to become a monster, or I would have gotten eaten alive.  So I clawed, and killed my way to the top of the pack.  And if a couple screws came loose along the way?  That’s the price I paid to survive.“

“Just because the apocalypse happened doesn’t mean that you had to start killing people,” Leo snaps back, albeit a little petulantly. Yes, he’d killed people, but that was only to survive Trenton. And All the other battles that came afterwards. He has his regrets, but he’d never let them gnaw at them like Bass’s apparently had. “There are plenty of people who lived through the first year of the blackout without going completely fucking insane, like you did.”

[leomcnroe]

                                          But it's harder than you think                                         Telling dreams from one another

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

“I’ve told you a hundred times, I can get medicine for your wife once I handle the Georgia threat,” Monroe said flatly.  He’d been promising that for a while now.  But things kept getting worse and worse and Monroe wasn’t sure if he could handle it on his own.  This was Miles’ specialty.  Not his.  “You don’t understand, Leo.  Calling it a relationship… a breakup… It’s not enough.  It was more than that.”

“The entire fact that you’ve told me a hundred times just makes me trust you less,” Leo informs, monotone, as he goes back to working on the report. He’s asked Bass multiple times to let him help, but he’s always been told to go back to monitoring the stupid shit, and at this point he’s too annoyed to even care. “Juli and I have known each other since we were kids too, dad. We both grew up in Jasper, just like you and Miles. I know exactly what you mean, but at this point I don’t care, because you’re acting like a teenage girl when her boyfriend has broken up with her for the third time.”

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

“He needs my help.  I can’t just leave him.”  The words slipped from his tongue, well practiced even after all these years.  What was left of the logical part of his mind knew that Miles was using him to mop up the rest of the Patriots so he and Rachel could act like the Butcher of Baltimore never existed.  Yet when Miles looked at him, trusted him… Bass couldn’t say no.  He never could.

Without thinking, Leo reaches up and smacks Bass across the face. “What the fuck has Miles done for you in the last year and a half that hasn’t lead to your own heartbreak and his betrayal? He’s using you because he knows you’re in love with him and would do anything.”

He hates that he has to be the one to knock sense into Bass. He’s his son, for god's sake. “You and I both fucking know that he’s in love with Rachel, and that when this is all over, he’s never going to come back to you.”

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

@leomcnroe sent: “the blood on my hands scares me to death" 

Bass sighed and looked away from his son.  "If you’re looking for me to say it gets easier, I’m sorry to disappoint.”  Bass had entire cities of blood on his hands.  He didn’t think it would ever get better.  Especially with the Mathesons pushing him away every time he tried to be the better person.  “It doesn’t.  If it gets easier, you’re getting worse.  And… and there’s no coming back from that.”  He tilted his head back back, draining the last gulp of whiskey from the bottle in his hand.  “None….”

Leo didn’t even have as much blood on his hands as he knew his father did. He hadn’t killed nearly as many people, even though he’s been in the Militia since Trenton. He’d always been the one to stick to the back, providing his fellow soldiers with bullets, trying to help stitch them back together. There were a few memorable moments, yes, but he’d never lost count. He shuffles back and forth, looking at his feet as he speaks. “When did you lose count?”

[leomcnroe]

“Have you ever thought about how space is constantly expanding and we haven’t even started exploring more than one percent of it?”

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

@leomcnroe sent: “you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love”

Did Leo honestly think Monroe didn’t know that?  It was eating away at him, with every lonely minute that passed, every brick that crumbled off the precarious thing he and Miles had built that he was supposed to be holding together all on his own.  He didn’t know where to turn or who to trust, his world kept tilting out of control like a wrecking ball leaving nothing but carnage in his wake.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to hear it. Icy blue eyes snapped up from his paperwork.  "Lieutenant. Even you don’t have the right to talk to me that way.“  He was still reeling from the realization that Jeremy had been executed for nothing.  He didn’t need Leo rubbing that in his face.

“Maybe I don’t,” Leo starts, anger coursing through him. As the days pass by and he starts to know his father better, he’s started getting more and more brave, telling him the things he needed to hear. The success of the Republic cannot continue if it’s leader refuses to pull himself out of whatever kind of depression he was in. “But I’m the only fucking person in the entirety of Philadelphia that will say it to you. Because you seem to keep killing everyone else.”

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

@leomcnroe sent: “ill never be like you”

Monroe huffed a quiet laugh, blue eyes boring into his son’s identical ones.  "Are you sure about that?  You might be younger, less jaded, but let me tell you– that kind of desire for power, for making things better… that’s how all this started. You’ll do anything to prove to yourself that you’re strong, that you can do this.  Is all of this sounding familiar?”

Leo wished that it didn’t sound so fucking familiar. That it didn’t describe his ambitions to a T. But he knows that he’s better than his father, that he won’t let his grief drag him to a place he can’t climb out of. “I’m better than you. I’m different.”

Don’t mention the fact that he’s got tears in his eyes and he’s refusing to meet Bass’s gaze.

[leomcnroe]

presidentbassmonroe:

@leomcnroe sent: “If you’re trying to find pity, you need to look elsewhere.”

“Why?  Because your wife is safe at home in Jasper?  Because you have someone who gives a damn that you’re still alive?”  Whiskey made Monroe’s words thick.  "It would have been better… it… it would have been easier if he’d just done it.  If he’d just pulled the trigger.“

“Yeah, and it’s not like my wife doesn’t have a disease that’s slowly killing her,” Leo says, matter-of-fact. He doesn’t move from his position at his desk, pen still poised over the paper he was writing on. “I don’t have time to deal with a suicidal drunk who can’t pull his head out of his ass and get over a relationship that ended almost five years ago.”

[presidentbassmonroe]

open rp || bass monroe, deposed former president of the monroe republic                         please read rules before interacting

“I swear to God, the things I do for this man.”

[leomcnroe]

“Have you ever thought that maybe you should tell him to take care of his own shit?”

                       he PRETENDS that he’s o k a y                (( but you should see him in bed, late at night ))

                        HE’S                     PETRIFIED.

[totinos]

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