Devlin had been at this for far to long to take the up and down swings of a battle too seriously. It came and went in waves, punches to be delivered, evaded and taken, each in turn. He always worried of course, there were always matters to frown upon or which rested more heavily on his mind, but he could not be caught up in every little set back or push coming from his enemies. Their enemies. What it all boiled down to was faith in your own and faith in your cause, as long as those two were existent, you had little cause to waver. As his dark blue eyes stared back into Mira’s dark brown ones, their gazes were steady and met with nothing but such faith and assurance.
“You should see it painted red.” He suggested, quite sincere at that. Men like Carlisle were a common side effect of gang business. Hubris rang too loud, became cockiness and all part of the show. All men liked to look intimidating. That way, they weren’t by default tested, asked to prove that their intimidation was indeed earned. It was the difference between some of the best fighters he had ever encountered. Those who wore their title and their fame with smugness and superiority, and those who did not. All in all, those who didn’t were the ones to truly fear. Dev only kept his smile at her reaction, expecting nothing less. Some thought pride made you vain, though when you had reasons to be proud, you should wear it. Just like that, he thought. “I am sure that you will. Should the time come that you need assistance or back up though, you only say the word.” He believed Mira could do it all by herself if she so wished, but it was prudent to remind her that she did not have to go it alone, and shouldn’t if the situation changed.
To be fair, Devlin was ready to put this shooting business behind him, behind this entire gang. He would not dispute that it had ended up being a more significant event for some than it was for others, but he had to look ahead, always seeking out the bigger picture. Besides, nothing good came from hanging onto the past, from wondering about the what ifs and the maybe’s. “She did well.” He noted, a slight shrug showing that he had no further interest in the subject. Mirth was back to dance in his eyes as her teasing tone returned. Devlin knew he had somehow gotten far too good at favoring his role and attitude as a leader. In doing so he constantly surpassed, hid or forwent the more rebellious streak that had gotten him the position in the first place. That had inspired and spurned all his past experience and adventures as a younger man. “Just because I can’t be as reckless as my baby brother, does not mean I lack the fun gene.” He insisted, though in a very amused and forgiving tone. Allowing her to speak, listing places and making bold accusations that few others would dare to, though they lacked the familiarity with him that Mira had secured, Devlin did not speak until she was seemingly finished. “You know, my idea of a good time is arguably grittier than mosts. Though if all you want is a few beers too many and inspired conversation, I’m all for it. If not, have you been to the fight club down town? Its pretty exclusive at this point but just up my ally.”
"I have, less than I should unfortunately. However, I hope one day his in particular would make its appearance.” Wishful thinking, but certainly doable. First impressions were everything to her, therefore she’ll never forget their encounter and how he treated her. Mirabelle’s determined that in their next encounter, he wouldn’t be off the hook that easily. Snapping out of her thoughts, she glanced back up at Devlin and wore a gracious smile. “Thanks.” she replied with an understanding nod, knowing that in no way he was undermining her. She appreciated that he always had her back and if it was needed, then without any hesitation, she’d call upon it. One would be dense to carry out a difficult and life threatening task on their own due to their pride and stubbornness.
Mirabelle immediately shot up her hands in defence and said, “—Hey I was just stating the obvious. He’s more capable of that trait than you are. Therefore, you proposing such a thing is quite amusing and intriguing...I’m a see it to believe it kind of gal Dev.” However, she quirked her brow as soon as the Strix leader revealed his kind of fun and that left Mirabelle at a slight loss for words. “...Well then...” This time she was impressed and she couldn’t help, but chuckle at how he had just swayed her judgement. “Well would you look at that? It seems like my words ended up biting me in the ass.” A simple response of Mira’s way of admitting she was in the wrong. The idea of attending a fight club with Devlin definitely sounded appealing. Therefore, she decided to go with just that as a cunning smile graced her lips. “Now that’s the kind of fun we need, I’d love to check it out—besides, one would be completely foolish on passing up on such an offer.”
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