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The music was so loud that Matias could feel the vibrations outside of the club as he walked towards the entrance, the bass rippling through him as the doorman swung open the entrance, the tall male walking through without having to wait in the line that rounded the corner of the club. He was a Pax Aurea member after all, and they had spent thousands at the club, they spent more at Koo Nightclub in one night then the club made in an entire week, Pax Aurea were royalty to the place and royalty did not wait with the peasants in the cold. The club was familiar, and not because Matias particularly cared for it, but it was another place that Pax Aurea gathered, to spend their wealth hap-hazardously.

He was promised a good time, and typically it was, the booze was good and the girls he brought home always meant for an interesting night. But tonight he wasn’t here for the girls, no tonight he was here because he had caught a rumor that his sister Kara was here, with none other then Andrew fucking Walsh. What was his sister doing with the likes of him, Andrew was trouble, and his sister had no place being influenced by someone like him. He greeted other members of the Pax Aurea in the VIP section, pouring himself a vodka and redbull from the bottle service and clutching it in his hand. He ignored the bottle girls, on a mission -- any minute wasted was detrimental. His eyes scanned the busy crowd as they swayed and jeered their hips, but no Kara. Where the fuck was she?

Matias’s eyes finally landed on who he assumed was the mastermind of this operation, his legs carrying him swiftly as he pushed through the crowd, he they didn’t move for him, he had no problem moving them himself. It seemed like only a few steps and he had crossed the entire club, finding himself in the smoking lounge that was attached to the club but separate, abiding by smoking laws. “Where is she?” his voice was harsh as he pushed past whoever the male was talking to, to squared himself in front of him. If this was going to come down to a fight, he was ready as his fists clenched in preparedness by his side.

@walshandrew

The brunch was a success, or at least thats what they claim. To Matias is was a waste of time, having to mingle with those that mean nothing. He wasn’t able to find his sister, and had a curious suspicion she was avoiding him. The only entertainment from that night was the redhead who seemed to have a bit more bite then the rest of them. No amount of whiskeys were going to stop Matias from waking up early, it was barely past eleven and matias had already run errands, finish whatever bullshit assignments he had and was heading home from the gym.

The Domus Aurea was still a mess from the brunch the day before, Matias had done his share of the work and wasn’t expecting to lift a finger to do anything other then what he had to. Besides where was the cleaning service anyways. He was making his way through the house, a sneer pulled on his lips in disgust as he passed by the lounge where Gravemakers had been less then 24 hours ago. In his absence of mind he felt his body clip that of another. Typically he wouldn’t have stopped, not caring if he inflicted damage, but he was at home and these people here were his family. His eyes landed on the one he had knocked into, coming face to face with no one else then Veronica Park. “If you are looking for Emily, she isn’t here.” No apology left his lips, stopping to make sure she was okay should have been enough.

@veronicapark

#c #c:veronica

s-terlingsilva:

“Is that a dare?”

It would be easier if he were clever. Or interesting. Or entertaining, in anyway. Easier if Kara had a brother that would be fun to dislike on principle. But all he was was a bully, full of himself and vaguely smarmy, just another boring, angry man who thought he knew more than he did. Not even worth how much she hated him.

“I really hope it’s not. I’d hate to put that much energy into you.”

“Its a fact Silva, not everything is a dare.” He couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at her. She was a child to him, a sad little child that had more bark then bite, just like one of those annoying little dogs. If he never had to speak or see Silva again he would actually thank God, but the fact that she insisted on including herself in Kara’s life made her presence unfortunately reoccurring. “Why don’t you put the energy into leave then.”

#c #c:silva

bbeauxx:

She makes a mental note to be more careful where she decides to place herself at things like this. She makes a mental note not to drink anymore. Any situation that puts her face to face with Matias Oswald is a bad, bad, bad one. She looked over at him, plastering on a smile that she knew would get the job done, at least.

“You and I both, kid.” She takes another long drink. She might have been sharper if she wasn’t so hungry, and if he had said anything actually inflammatory. As it stood now, at least if he was busy talking to her, he wouldn’t be off starting a fight with Andrew or Jack. “Normally I’d say its a Gravemakers only event, but in the spirit of camaraderie, sure, take it as you will.”

Matias’s lips pulled into an unpleasant sneer at her nickname, kid. What was she, his grandmother? If he wasn’t mistake there were close in age, if not the same. He looked passed the fake smile that she threw his way, wondering if her face hurt with the effort it must have taken to smile at him. Preach what you sow. Emily and Beaux had been all about their fake friendship and peace and now it was Matias’s opportunity to truly test Beaux’s resolve, how dedicated Beaux truly was to their imitation of civility.

For a moment he hesitated, pretending to actually contemplate her offer. “You covering the bill?” His smile matched one of her own before dropping swiftly, “I’m not in the mood to fight your goonies today Beaux, maybe next time when you don’t have your bodyguards around.”

#c #c:beaux

There was something different the moment Kara Oswald arrived in Lovell, at least to Matias there was. Suddenly, he had to care, not much, but enough -- because now his actions could have negative reactions towards her, not that he would ever allow it to get that far. But still, suddenly he had to consider someone else besides himself -- it infuriated him, he had enjoyed being selfish, no one could hurt him, he was a dragon made of steel, he was the one that caused the pain and inflicted torment onto others, and now he had to take it down just one notch, just to make sure Kara, his Princess was safe. The idea that his little sister had been recruited by the Gravemakers caused Matias’s blood to boil, she had chosen to associate with the likes of them. It was absurd, asinine, and he hated the idea that people like Laura, Beaux, or worse Silva had more contact with Kara then he did.

He was going to change that -- he hadn’t spoken much to his sister, too involved with school and Pax Aurea to have a spare moment, but today he had made the time. That was the only reason you could find the tall male walking through the Quad in the early afternoon with two cups of coffee in his hands. His walked parted the busy Quad, insignificant students scurrying out of his way, they weren’t of importance to Matias which meant he could truly show his anger to them, and they knew better -- everyone knew of the wicked boys temper.

He found the dorm relatively easy, he had been a member of it his freshman year as well, the gold plated numbers no longer shiny and polished, as he knocked on the room that he thought belonged to his sister. “Kara -- it’s me. I have coffee.”

@karaoswaldx

#c #c:kara

onceuponamusing

ɪ ＷＯＮ ᴛʜᴇ ʙ ᴀ ᴛ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ

( ʙᴜᴛ ɪ 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝓂 𝓎 𝓈 𝑒 𝓁 𝒻 )

#musings

Text @ Matias

Rachel: Since when have you had an offshore account?

Rachel: But ah, I see. I passed the point of tastefully charred and fell into full on carcinogenic. I appreciate your candor.

Matias: What does it matter...

Matias: If there is one thing you can always get from me its the truth. Maybe retire the quiche and try something else.

#t #t:rachel

Text @ Matias

Rachel: Hey! I could be disguised right now! I could even be an international cybercriminal who funnels tens of millions of dollars into offshore bank accounts and you wouldn't! even! know! it!

Rachel: But I'm totally not!

Rachel: So don't look into it!

Rachel: Lol!

Rachel: But ahhhh, that means the rest of it WASN'T burnt, eh eh eh? EeeHh? You might even be so bold to say it was "not burnt," therefore, at a consistency suitable for the average human palate.

Rachel: But noted, Oswald, noted. I'll put cooking down as one of my "development areas" to work on in December. It seems my Cooking Mama highscores don't translate well when applied to real life.

Matias: Well make sure to funnel some millions into my offshore bank account too.

Matias: Yeah the 'edible' portion of it was not bad. But the ratio was 60% burnt.

#t #t:rachel

Text @ Matias

Rachel: I appreciate your concise and impersonal response.

Rachel: Do you have any specific feedback re: the quiche inquiry? Everyone's just said "it's bad," which spares my feelings, but doesn't provide much room for growth. Maybe I'll disguise myself and interrogate a few Pacemakers.

Matias: You couldn't disguise yourself even if you wanted to.

Matias: It was burnt, horribly burnt on the bottom.

Matias: Next time burn it less but slip poison in it, kill some of them with your bad cooking.

#t #t:rachel #what a brat #kill him

lauradaltuin:

Was this the best he had, using his stature to intimidate her? She had been up against worst wolves in her life, most of them being her friends. The shit he was trying to pull wasn’t going over her head and she would die before being the first one to make a move. He might’ve won the first battle but he wasn’t going to win the war. Her eyes turned into slits as she examined him at close range. He smelled of whiskey and aftershave - how cliche. To her, it was all too characteristic of the tragic trust fund baby she came to hate. Her fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass, tipping it back. It was a dare - go any further and she’ll let the glass shatter. Laura always loved causing a scene.

His eyes were a reflection of her own - they were filled with anger down to their core. They were monsters going at each other’s throats and sooner or later their presidents would come across the scene, yanking their leashes back to be disciplined. “Now Beaux is a wolf in her own right. She doesn’t need a disguise.” She placed a hand on his face, resting her nails on his cheekbone. This was a power move meant to show that she could scrap her perfectly manicured fingers along his skin if she wanted to. “Now Marcus, aren’t you studying medicine? I thought you were smarter than this. It’s disappointing,” the words hissed from her lips in a whisper, venom soaking every syllable. “One more guess before you lose.”

Matias watched, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her toying with the stem of the glass. He wouldn’t stop her, hell that glass probably costed more then her tuition, more then she could afford and he dared her to do it. His eyes locking onto hers, almost willing her, encouraging her. It was a power struggle between the two, seeing who could undermine the other better, faster and with more consequence. He doubted either of the presidents would be pleased, he had heard the Gravediggers had a specific order not to break anything. Hell he hoped those thin fingers would lose their grip. He would love to see Beaux drag her out for disobeying her, hell two birds with one stone -- thats what he called winning.

“Oh, is she now.” He licked his lips in contemplation as his eyes scanned the room once again. Her longer fingers now resting on his face pulled him back immediately, his eyes flashing dangerously with anger. How dare she touch him. Who knew if her fingers were even clean and not covered with dirt, they called them Gravediggers after all. It was a power move and he knew, but he wouldn’t let her win. His hand came out to her side, propped against the piano locking her in between the piano and his body, the only way of escape would be for her to let go of him and flee. She could undermine his intelligence, that was fine with him, others did but he wasn’t dumb, his fists were simply more memorable then his intellect but that only allowed him to pull the advantage. “Disappointing -- Now Louella, that almost hurt,” His words dripped with amusement as he traced her arm that rested on his face, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, easy to pull away if she attempted anything, “But we both know the only one in a disguise here is the little girl attempting to find herself a makeshift family.”

#c #c:laura #im so so so sorry #he is awfu;

bbeauxx:

Location: The Domus Aurea Time: 2:30 Status: Open

Though Beaux has been trying her best not to drink too much, she’s reached pleasantly tipsy by now, the whole world seeming a little bit easier to inhabit. It doesn’t help, actually, that most of the food she’s attempted to eat has been…well, horrible. She’s fairly sure its just bad, that people don’t actually eat like this. If she were actually drunk, she probably would have spit it out into a napkin before she swallowed it, but even at tipsy she had the control to be polite about it.

Still, she picks up another drink, taking a delicate seat on the first comfortable looking chair she sees and letting out a soft sigh. “I’m starving. I’m dragging everyone to Ray’s after this, cause I’d murder someone for a cheeseburger right now.” She’s not talking to anyone, not really, just promising it to herself.

Matias isn’t sure who they had hired to cater, but he was going to have a serious talk with Emily about it -- there was rich people food which consisted of small portions of average food with a pretty flower on top and some gold dust, and then there was this -- he wouldn’t have even fed it to the sewer rats in fear they would die. Maybe that was the plan, give all of the Gravediggers food poisoning, but why did he have to suffer and go hungry for it. He was surprised to see Beaux sit down next to him, maybe she was too drunk or he was the friendliest face she could find but either way what followed next was almost astonishing. “Was that an actual invitation or are you planning to secretly kill me at Ray’s? Because if you are I wouldn’t be opposed to Ray’s being my last meal.”

#c #c:beaux

imogenadani:

Imogen didn’t know much about Matias other than what people said about him. Though she was the kind of person known to ignore rumors. She liked to find things out for herself, with her own eyes. Though she felt an alliance to Pax Aurea, this felt over the top even for her, she didn’t understand the attempt at peace and she couldn’t be the only one who thought it was an impossible idea, there would never be peace between the two parties. Imogen’s hatred towards the Gravemakers was rooted in the fact that she was Pax. If she wasn’t a part of the opposing society, she was sure that she would get along with people from both sides perfectly well. She wanted the attention of everyone, she wanted everyone to know her.

“Right.” Imogen laughed, she had spent some of her time entertaining the guests, talking to Beaux and Silva, even some time spent with Laura. Only the ones she had previous connections with. She wasn’t going to seek out someone like Julian just to push their good time, peaceful agenda on them. The Gravemakers were fully capable of entertaining themselves. “Emily doesn’t scare me.” Imogen had faced girls like Emily before, and sure she admired her, but she wasn’t afraid of her. “And what about you, are you going to go back out there and get to entertaining?"

For Matias hatred ran deeper than just the Gravedigger and Pax Aurea feud, in fact the young man couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t feel hate towards another human being. Hate to him was synonymous wit living and in truth it was the only thing he knew. He had learned to hate from an early age, it formed from the disappointment and bitterness that he felt at being let down time and again by others. The Gravediggers were simply an easy target to push his hatred onto, the loyalty and trusting aspect that came with the Pax Aurea was much harder to wrap his head around especially when he could barely stand some of them as well.

“Emily doesn’t scare you?” He repeated her statement again questioning it, it was much easier to say that without her around but either way he was amused and surprised by it. He had found from experience that people were often scared or jealous of those in charge, and if she wasn’t scared, was she jealous? He shook his head, a chuckle slipping past his lips in response to her question, “No, I will not be entertaining them. I’m sure the rest of Pax Aurea can pat their backs as they air their grievances against us, I however will not find myself doing either of those things, no matter Emily wants. I value my time.”

#c #c:imogen

juliancort:

It was a stupid question. Not that he ever expected anything more from Matias Oswald. The other male was known for his fists, for that sense of peril whenever you entered his orbit. Danger might be what he was known for, but it was far from what Julian felt in Oswald’s presence. What he felt was — arousal. The endless possibilities — the number of ways he could be hurt — the number of ways he could hurt Matias back — how many punches would it take for Matias to take his life ? These questions in his head completely awoken his senses and wow ! It almost gave him similar effects of how most hormonal teenage boys experienced arousal and sexual excitement. Just almost.

“I’m a guest,” he spoke, calm and matter-of-fact. “Not a prisoner.” He walked towards Matias, as close as he could get, without excessively invading his personal space but still within. “I don’t see any jail cells here — but I won’t be surprised if there’s a room reserved for bondage. I can be very into sadomasochism,” he whispered with a quiet enthusiasm, licking his lips to irritate rather than seduce. He took a few steps back, a wicked smirk on his lips, and turned around to walk a short distance before he turned back around to face Oswald once again. “How about a —” he cocked his head, ready to gauge the other male’s reaction. “ — house tour? Never take your eyes off me and make sure I don’t steal anything.”

Matias had been fortunate to be born with his mothers good looks, from his dark hair to his bright eyes and athletic build. He had been lucky to be as attractive as he was for the darkness that loomed within him, and he knew how to use his looks to his advantage. This was not that time of situation, yet the aura that filled the hallway was one of desire, and for a moment it set Matias into uncertainty, it was only momentary but long enough to thoroughly infuriate him. He didn’t like to be played with, and he hated not having the upper hand. Julian Cortes wasn’t typical, not for a Gravedigger or a Pax Aurea, he was unpredictable and that for Matias was exciting. He wasn’t another boring Gravedigger who thought they were tough, Matias had proven those Gravediggers wrong time and again, oh no-- Julian was special and he was going to be fun.

The other male stood close enough to Matias for him to see his dark eyes, close enough that he could easily swing and collide with that perfectly straight nose of his. He wondered if he would scream, for some reason Matias doubted that he would, but he could make him. His presence weakened as he took a few steps back, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he posed a question. “You know --” This time it was Matias’s turn to approach the Gravedigger, closing the space between them in two strides, “If you wanted to see the bondage room, all you had to do was ask.” He in turned licked his lips, in a sense of mockery as he leaned in closer, “Im not quite sure that’s the kind of party Beaux and Roswell had in mind.” His voice dropped an octave, quiet and husky -- “But if you steal anything, I’ll make sure to hurt you.” It was a threat, a promise and something only the two of them could hear, but it wasn’t meant to scare Julian and he doubted it would.

#c #c:julian #i had no control #so i am deeply sorry for this #it came out of no where

imogenadani:

Imogen found herself ditching the so called party. She didn’t like to see those people enter her domain. Sure she was bottom barrel, new recruit, but these people meant something to her, and this place meant something to her. She would never understand how they had been invited in. Sure, they were invited in with crossed arms instead of open ones, promises of solving problems instead of bringing in the drama to create new ones. Imogen didn’t believe it, two sides of the same coin could never cross paths like this, how had they done it in the past without ripping out each others necks? The sight of some of those Gravemakers had her clutching her fists at her sides.

Fighting wasn’t her thing, she settled her arguments with words instead of fists and she could talk anyone under the table, she could create and argument out of thin air and would call it a masterpiece. Imogen spit fire on anyone that crossed her and she would not be held accountable for any fights she started with the Gravemakers. So she held herself back from the party, snuck around through empty halls, admiring the world around her.

She hadn’t expected to see anyone else. Most everyone was down at the party, having a good time, or potentially starting the biggest war of the century, but she thought she was the only one who had slipped away. She heard his voice before she actually saw him, he caught her with her back turned, but she flipped around at the sound. “Can’t stand those Gravemakers for more than five minutes.” Imogen laughed, taking a sip of the champagne she held in her hand. “They’re insufferable.”

The younger Pax Aurea member that stood before him surprised him a little, he hadn’t been expecting to find Emily’s future replacement standing in the hallway, he had expected her basking in the delight of proving just how much more superior she was then the Gravediggers, she had chosen Pax Aurea for a reason after all. He didn’t know the girl, she was the same age as Kara, thats all he had really cared to remember, and that Emily had a specific fascinating with her. He wasn’t certain but he was willing to bed Emily had even tapped Imogen herself. He mulled over her words carefully, nodding in agreement after a moment. “Yes, they are.”

“Emily is going to be wondering where you are, we are supposed to be entertaining our guests.” He said we, but he certainly did not include himself, he would much rather pry his fingernails off over entertaining the Gravediggers, with the exception of his sister. “You don’t want to face the wrath of the President.”

#c #c:imogen #im sorry hes such a little prick

lostwolfy-deactivated20160427

I used to punch walls until my knuckles bled because I was filled with rage and anger, now I punch walls until they bleed just to fucking feel something, or to at least try.

(via joellewritcs)

#musings

peacefulquccn:

MATIAS OSWALD !

“because they’re our guests for tonight. not your prey.” Emily’s words are harsh and biting, and mocking cruelly, like he might be too dumb to understand. Her eyes narrow towards Matias, almost becoming slits as she glares at him with heavy breath and hands on her hips like a disapproving mother or petulant child, and in many ways she was both. despite being short than her, she aims to tower over him, vowing to not loose in whatevver damn game he was playing right now. after all she was the president of Pax Aurea, she was in her home. so she would have her way.

“I don’t care whatever silly little game you want to play with the Gravemakers.” She begins, a smile like a crocodile blossoming on her lips. “Today is not the day. Today is a day of playing the game.” She gives a laugh of stress relief, her hands out and her palms flat and face down as she talked, stress, ate at her nerves. Couldn’t he just, for once, bother to be nice? not even kind, but nice. “Now unless you want us shut down and kicked out of our home, you will play nice Matias. There are more heads on the line than just your own.” She smiles one last time, before dropping it. “So you will play nice or I’ll have your testicles on a platter served at the next brunch. Understand?”

He had to resist rolling his eyes like a child as she scolded him, it seemed to him like one of her favorite hobbies, telling him off, attempting to control him. She couldn’t, he could hardly control himself and no makeshift crown wearing president was going to be able to either. He might have been her right hand man, her executioner, if you may, but he was not her pet. He ignored her glare, his expression returning to the same bored one he had when the party had begun. She was attempting to ruin his fun, and besides who knows what the Gravedigger would have gotten up to if he hadn’t stopped them. He knew he didn’t have to remind her of that, she would remember on her own time, he was sure.

Matias liked when she got all cool with him, she might have been his President, but he still had the same affect on her as he did with many others -- he pissed them off, and he liked that. He couldn’t help but pull his lips into a smirk as she finally appeared to have finished her tangent. “Are you done?” His eyes catching hers into a stare, “Or are you going to continue to get all hot and bothered?” He couldn’t help it, his sarcastic tone tracing his words. “Keeping my testicles happily in their rightful place, I would like to remind you no one will kick us out of our home, certainly not them. Besides you should know better I won’t play nice for anyone’s benefit, especially not theirs. You should have thought about that before you threw this shindig, your highness.”

#c #c:emily #the queen and her executioner | emily

lauradaltuin:

Laura followed his eyes, watching where they were headed. She knew he wouldn’t play according to the rules, not that there were any rules in this makeshift game of theirs. Then he picked out Xander. She stood a little straighter, never breaking the eye contact they held. He didn’t need her protection, he was a Gravemaker all on his own, but he was softer than her, had less sharp edges while Laura was a pocket knife, all blade and made to destroy. Tipping the flute back, she finished her champagne and placed it on top of the piano. Fuck a coaster, try getting that watermark out now. A few members splintered off from the group, seeking safety from the ticking time bomb that would blow sooner or later.

That son of a bitch, how dare he. Laura barely let her friends call her nicknames nonetheless some Pax Aurea bro. A smile stretched across her face, tight but calculating. Her brain was thinking of an everchanging plan. “Oh no, Michael,” sarcastic laughs following the name. “That’s funny though.” She was up to two wrong names and she wondered how long he would play her game. If he was a wolf, she was a tiger. And she was baring her teeth, ready for the fight. Patience was a virtue but few of the current inhabitants had it when tensions were running so high. She threw two fingers in the air. “You have two guesses left, Mitchell. And you can’t guess Xander twice.”

His smirk only stretched over his handsome face, it was a shame that such a pretty face hid such a nasty interior. Michael, ha -- she was going to have to try a lot harder than that to get under his skin. He enjoyed watch the emotion flash across her face, only if for a moment. He had struck right, and on the first try, he would have to keep that in mind. People had too many weaknesses, caring too much about others only left you vulnerable, at least in Matias’s mind -- thats why he kept everything close to his chest, easier to be untouchable if there was nothing anyone could do to break you.

He stood up as he watched her place her flute on the piano -- how typical of the Gravediggers to be rude and have no respect for the finer things in life. He walked towards her, stopping just inches from her as he reached his long arm past her to reposition the flute onto the coaster that was just inches away from where she had placed her glass. From this close he could truly see her eyes, the way her nose curved and how there was a single hair out of place. “It’s not nice to be rude Leanne.” His smirk stayed in place, and so did he, watching and waiting to see if she would get uncomfortable with his closeness, his tall figure looming over her. He wouldn’t move, he would not be the first to draw away and to be the loser of their makeshift game. “Two more chances...” He let a soft hmm escape his lips as he scanned over the mixed crowd, “Maybe --” and his voice dropped to a soft whisper, just for the two of them to hear, “Maybe it’s your beloved leader, hmm Red?”

#c #c:laura

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