evermore.

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amelie

@olympicn​ // donny && amelie

          “you really need to keep icing that.” an exasperated sigh leaves her lips at the purpling bruise around his eye, thumb tracing the damage despite the protests she is likely to face. “remind me why you let him do this to you.” amelie knows the answer without asking but her frustrations have to be uttered, if to do nothing other than reiterate the ridiculousness of the situation. drawing her hand away, she turns her back to him - true worry creeping onto her features now that she is out of his eyeline. she moves on autopilot, at home in his kitchen despite them having long since parted ways, and fishes a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer. “here-” the doctor says firmly, dumping the bag on the counter between them. “this’ll do until i can get you a proper ice pack from work.”

          she was right. of course she was. she always was. but that was so much work, and it was so cold. donny hated the cold. he’d rather have his black eye take longer to go away than have to hold a block of ice to his face.  “  but what if i don’t.  ”  it wasn’t a question - more of a childish protestation.  “  if it wasn’t me, he would’ve punched someone a helluva lot less forgiving.  ”  ironic considering how donny could hold a grudge, but when it came to his niece and nephews, he was a bit of a softie.  “  but really, ames, i’m fine! been through worse.  ”  and just like those times, she was there, cleaning up his mess. he didn’t deserve her - part of why they divorced. an angel in hell, that was amelie.  “  here’s an idea: instead, why don’t i use these peas to make some risotto? you hungry?  ”

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                                                donny’s home

gate out front - passcode given to a very select few, clean lines + modern (as far as he could get from his childhood home), room for everyone with actual rooms for his children and amelie, firepit in the back for smores and late night talks, views of the ocean from almost every room, gourmet kitchen, panic room hidden in case of emergency, only kept neat because of the cleaning woman who comes twice a week, direct access to the ocean from a private beach that stretches three miles, no neighbors, gun safe in his bedroom, wine cellar in the basement, home.

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amisa

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: donny titan ( @olympicn​ )

she didn’t really know much about zane titan. the only reason she’d even gone to the wake in the first place was because lux was going, and because their syndicate was told to. misa would blindly follow the stallions anywhere after how long they’ve known lux, how often they’d stayed over for sleepovers in high school and spent every other weekend at the titans house for the last decade or so. she’d grown to think of themself almost like a part of the family, and at times misa even thought of donny’s branch of the titans of more of a family than her own. “hey, mr. titan.” she greats him with a wide smile, not at all surprised to see him at club equo. “are you stuck here for business today or to let your hair down?”

                    “  misa! how many times do i have to tell you, call me donny or dad. mr. titan’s only for the people i hate.  ”  they were like a second daughter to him, inseparable from lux. he wasn’t entirely sure what her homelife had been like, but they welcomed her into the family without question. every father prayed their child would have friend as good as misa, and he wanted to support that friendship however he could.  “  mm, a bit of both. to be honest, i was kinda hoping everyone would stay home today, sleep in a bit after yesterday. i will say, i’m a bit surprised to see you here. felt like getting a head-start?  ”

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emeris

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃  as  interesting  for  as  long  as  an  infomercial  on  toothpaste  was,  and  emeris  was  glad  that  it  was  over.  it  was  time  to  wrench  titan  territories  from  out  of  their  fingers,  to  establish  more  dominance  around  tartarus,  and  while  they  had  been  ready  to  act  days  ago,  they  had  learned  to  bide  their  time  and  have  a  little  bit  more  patience  to  wait  for  whatever  donny  handed  down.  even  if  it  was  taking  a  bit  longer  than  emeris  would  have  liked,  they  were  still  going  to  wait.  ‘  so   ━━  what’s  the  plan  boss  man  ?  ’  maybe  push  just  a  little  bit  given  that  they  really  couldn’t  help  but  enjoying  messing  with  donny  every  now  and  again.  ‘  idle  minds  make  for  idle  fingers  and  all  that  jazz,  or  whatever  it  is  that  you  old  people  say.  ’

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙵𝙾𝚁  :  @olympicn​

          donny lulled himself to sleep last night with a top-off of whiskey and nursed his exhaustion this afternoon with a glass of the same, sunglasses covering his eyes to hide the black eye solidifying underneath. clearly, the stallions had some making up to do for their off-second move. now it was expected for them to move in on titan territory, and that was definitely on donny’s to-do list, but more than anything, he wanted to show everyone that they weren’t a laughing-stock, remind them of who the stallions are.  “  first of all, not old, emi, distinguished,  ”  he smirked, enjoying his capo’s sense of humor,  “  second of all, thank you for your patience. this idle mind’s done some thinking, believe it or not, and you’ll be pleased to know that i have an assignment for you.  ”

[tartarusfm]

                                                  𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

champaigne glasses clinking polliticians, waves lapping at the edge of the docks, yacht parties that drag on til the early hours of the morning, and arsenal of guns just waiting to be used, bloody hands and honeyed words, the charm of kids brought up thinking the world is their oyster, hundreds rolled because it’s disposable to them, a family first attutude, rivalry that drives them to be the best, sea salt candles, poker games where the stakes are high.

[olympicn]

lux

𝐰𝐡𝐨; @olympicn​​

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞; donny’s house

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧; mid-morning after the wake

lux was considerably softer around her family for the time being, not really morning her uncle zane but still sad for the loss. she felt for her cousins, her dad, and her uncle. “hey, dad.” came her gentle voice as she walked into her childhood home. she wanted to check up on him, it’s who she was. “thought you might wanna grab a late breakfast with your favorite daughter?” because she can’t just outright say she’s worried.

          “  hey, honey bee!  ”  light of his life - donny immediately brightened at the sight of his daughter.  “  even better, why don’t you help your old man make some pancakes? there’s this new idea i’ve been wanting to try with bananas and cinnamon. but if you’re not feeling pancakes, i’ve got some eggs - could whip up a couple of omelettes.  ”  he rolled up his sleeves, ready to make whatever his daughter wanted - attitude? chipper for someone whose brother just died, but again, it was all still processing. top priority was to make sure his baby girl was okay. 

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desmond

     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 his brother’s clear displeasure might be a little childish, a show of that brotherly competition that has existed for as long as he can remember, but he lets himself rejoice in it and a smirk curves his lips. ❛  of course, donny.  ❜ he knows those words alone will be enough to irritate his older brother even more. the answer is enough to sober him up, a frown appearing before he schools his features into something neutral again. it doesn’t surprise him, donny always had the biggest heart out of the three of them. he can hear their father’s voice saying that’s a weakness ( he wonders if the day will come he will be free from that voice ), but sometimes he envies his brother. ❛  i know.  ❜ he has yet to see reese, but he knows the boy. ❛  but i wouldn’t offer my face as a coping mechanism. i’m surprised he let you come that close after all the lies his mother has been spilling.  ❜ at that he allows the resentment to pain his tone, even though he knows reese’s animosity started before that. 

          so condescending. between him and zane, donny felt like the most incompetent fool in tartarus. couldn’t get anything right. they always found a way to make him feel inferior - usually zane more than desmond. at least, his younger brother’s form of boasting was more palatable - less obnoxious. still didn’t lack to get under his skin though. teeth clenched, he rolled his eyes at his brother’s subtle gloating.  “  shut up.  ”  dezzy might’ve won this time, but that wouldn’t stop donny from trying again and again and again.  “  of course not - wouldn’t wanna tarnish your pristine image,  ”  he quipped.  “  ah, sara grinding you too?  ”  maybe in a slightly different way from donny.  “  i told her i didn’t do it,  ”  in so many words,  “  but i don’t know. it’s like reese. her head’s not in the right place yet. just gotta give her some time. she’ll come around.  ”  he stepped closer to his brother, lowering his voice, despite the fact no one was around,  “  to be clear ... you didn’t do it ... right?  ”  he was 95% sure his brother was innocent, but zane did die because of a drug mishap, and well, drugs just so happened to be dezzy’s specialty. and it wasn’t beyond either of them to kill - even family. 

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reese

it wasn’t the hardest he could have hit, nor was it his deadliest strike. he hadn’t wanted to really hurt donny, never had. he’s just overwhelmed, unsure of why he’d showed up here, whether he’d had something to do with his father’s death, whether he was now going to try and steal everything now that zane was out of the way. he has to scoff at claim that there would be no bullshit, his head shaking at the explanation he gets. “yeah, well, you haven’t been here. you don’t work with him, you don’t see him, you decided what you wanted was more important than family. you left us, remember?” his voice was filled with emotion and he hates the way his eyes grow misty, blinking profusely as if it’s going to will it away. “this is real. i saw his body.” he sucks in a deep breath as his own words hit him as well, taking steps backwards as he shakes his head. “he’s fucking dead, donny.”

          you left us, remember?  “  that was never my intention ...  ”  like that mattered.  “  i can’t expect you to understand my choice, but reese ... working for your father ... i couldn’t do it anymore ...  ”  he was a monster. no conscience to be had, only doing what was best for zane and zane alone. leaving him was the first time donny’d experienced freedom in his life. under the steel grip of his father and then zane, he was drowning. not sure he’d still be standing now if he’d stayed.  “  just know that me leaving your father wasn’t me leaving you.  ”  that’s really what it was. it wasn’t about him leaving the syndicate or zane  -  there was a hurt child inside of his nephew, and donny so wished he could make it all better and take away the pain, but as they all knew, you can’t undo what’s already been done.  

          he hears the words, he’s fucking dead, donny, and it hangs above his head. the concept still unable to become concrete. maybe in a few weeks, the weight of reese’s words would finally hit him.  “  i’m sorry you had to see that.  ”  a dead father is expected, but reese saw his all too soon. 

[nicholasbritel]

Me @bradley cooper after seeing “a star is born”

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desmond

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 . ( @olympicn​ )

     𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 day had been to observe. desmond knows that his brother’s killer is most likely present at the wake, and any intel he can gather is a step closer to avenging the oldest titan brother. he exits the main house, confident strides taking him to the same garden where he and his brothers used to play; eyes and ears open. the sight of donny alone and dejected doesn’t make him falter in his steps, but it does prompt him to change directions. ❛  still, sulking because i beat you to it?  ❜  he asks and closes the last of the distance between the two. it’s as close to a how are you feeling as he can manage. desmond wasn’t surprised to see his brother arriving shortly after him, for all of the differences between him, zane, donny, they had been raised the same. it’s only when he’s standing next to his older brother that he notices the state of his face, and a dark eyebrow raises in response. ❛  who did you piss off this time?  ❜

          donny always preferred the backyard of the house - it was an escape from what lay inside. and like many times before, his brothers brother found him, joining his little getaway.  “  just by a minute or two - don’t get ahead of yourself.  ”  he tried to act unfazed, but he’d been cursing at himself for showing up just a moment later - looking, yet again, like the one who was just following the rest, unoriginal, not a real threat. donny hoped his little confrontation with that titan woman helped people to forget his misstep.  “  this was reese. but i asked for it.  ”  literally. normally, donny wouldn’t tell a soul, but he trusted desmond when it came to their nephews.  “  he needed it, dezzy - the kid’s drowning.  ”  in grief, anger, disbelief, confusion, all of the above.

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poseidon, eating a jar of Nutella at 3 am, crying, after starting 53 arguments that very day: why can't we all just get along

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sara

Then she finds herself caught in her words for the first time in their conversation. Is it a good thing? She watched Donny try and catch up to Zane for decades and no, they were far from the same. But Donny was always more genuine. At least to her. At least where it counted. “I don’t know.” She says softly. She could argue it’s dangerous that they’re not the same. Zane was powerful because he was a piece of shit. “Guess it depends on perspective.” 

Or could be that towards the end, when she and Zane barely had any light left, she did like Donny more. And she liked being liked. It was beyond complicated and she only let herself think about Zane because she was loyal first and foremost, but when that world came crumbling, and it landed her at his doorstep, she liked it so much that they weren’t the same. Donny made her feel good about herself, with no benefit to himself. It didn’t feel like manipulation… it felt like tender care.

And for the second time in their conversation, she’s caught up in her words and he’s using them against her. The space between them is eliminated and she’s tilted her head to look at him. She keeps her shoulders back, and her face flat, even if her cheeks get warm at the idea of quivering for him. 

“Donny,” She swallows, and her hands are gripping the plate tightly. Her words come out quiet, just above a whisper, and it’s hardly meant as a joke, “Did you kill my husband so you could fuck me?”

Or more importantly, does she care if he had?

         “  what’s your perspective?  ”  sara’s opinion meant the world to him. once again, it always had. from the moment zane brought her to meet the family, donny was struck by her brilliance. it’s like she was able to see the world with glasses while the rest of them fumbled around in the dark. she was a badass. that’s why he was curious about what she really thought when it came to the difference between him and his brother.

          he inched nearer, their faces close enough he could feel her breath mingle with his own. donny wondered if she could hear his quickened heartbeat, pounding against his chest, begging him to grab her, damn the consequences.

          a second of silence before donny burst into laughter. hysterical, tear forming, laughter.  “  did i ... did i kill zane so i could FUCK you?  ”  the laughter fell out of him, pushing donny against the counter, his shoulders shaking and face turning pink. out of all the reasons he’d heard, this just might be his favorite. the idea of him killing his brother just so he could fuck sara ... it was absolutely inspired. 

          “  if i’d’ve known it was that easy, i would’ve killed him ages ago!  ”  not actually, but holy shit, the idea alone would keep him running for at least a week.  “  thank you, sara. truly, thank you. i think that’s exactly what i needed.  ”  as the laughter calmed, donny wiped tears away from his reddened eyes and look her dead in the eyes.  “  but what if i did?  ”  he tried - he tried so hard to be serious, but alas, another round of laughter rang through the kitchen. 

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fester

Fester might have worked with Zane over the years but they were never close in any regard. They were highly different people and Zane’s interests never aligned with Fester’s. Then again, neither does Donny’s but somehow, the two make it work in a weird kind of way. Maybe Donny’s just a little friendlier than his older brother was.

“Special friend.” Fester repeats, then turning to look at Donny for clarification. “Are you trying to suggest I use your brother’s funeral as an opportunity to have sex?” He’s not exactly surprised coming from the other, but it’s still… caught him off guard.

          admittedly, donny enjoyed pushing fester outside of his comfort zone. although he was careful not to push too far in a tender spot - he’d never want to alienate him. but in general, it was usually a fun time messing around with fessy.

          “  well, i wasn’t thinking that far, thought you might like a nice lady to have dinner with, but sex is good too.  ”  what better place than the wake, really? there were women from all over tartarus - the options were endless.  “  what about that one?  ”  donny nodded towards a woman at the snack table,  “  she seems ...  ”  who proceeded to stab an olive. then again, a lot of these woman were young assassins, blood hungry - not really who donny saw fessy vibing with.  “  maybe you’re right.  ”

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reese

“i don’t know that.” he looks away at that. part of him knows it, that it doesn’t feel like either one of their styles. that no matter how bad things got, they wouldn’t really take any of them out of the game. part of him can’t forget his mother’s accusations, and his own doubt that he doesn’t actually knw that anymore. he refuses to look at the man, anger and doubt and the overwhelming urge to let it all go and pretend things were how the used to be ruling every move he makes right now, and it’s why he doesn’t second guess himself in his next action. the second donny’s words are out of his mouth, he strikes forward, fist connecting with the side of his uncles face.  the gult sets in immediately afterwards and he puts a metre or so distance between the pair of them to try and calm himself down. his gaze burns into the older man, eyes uncertain.  “you shouldn’t have come here with them. you could have come just you and then maybe i would know if you actually still cared enough to mourn.”

          should’ve told him to avoid the face.  “  damn, you’ve got a solid punch!  ”  spoken out of admiration and pain, donny’s fingers ran over his cheeks, nose, making sure nothing was broken. so far, so good - although, he wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up with a black eye. he could probably take another if reese needed it. donny wasn’t gonna ask for it this time, but he was ready, if need be.  “  look, here’s the deal, reese. i’m gonna be honest with you because you deserve the truth. no bullshit.  ”  he had more respect for his nephew than to feed him the lines he’d been spouting throughout the day.  “  none of this feels real.  ”  donny settled on the grass he was just knocked down to.  “  i keep expecting zane to walk in the door, saying this was all some kind of sick joke. i can’t mourn yet because ... he doesn’t feel dead.  ”

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afet

fet has a few seconds to plan her next steps. she had quite a few responses floating around in her head, but the brunette reminded herself that starting a real fight simply wasn’t on par with how she should act. her eyes were a bit of a window to the storm inside, a girl who loved adrenaline and chaos far too much for her own good. she could only imagine what the others would have to say about this, though many had long since learned she feared little. “and who would have thought it’d be me to start the first fight of the night.” her voice is low, mostly for herself but they were close enough that he could have heard. “how about a third option?” her head tilts, eyes not leaving his face despite her knowing full well she had the stares of people around them. “you’re right, i spoke out of turn.” the words tumble from her lips, seeming so true she almost believed them herself. fet’s mind flits back to her mother, the engrained lessons of learning her place something she’d worked so hard to move past. “it’s not my place to tell you how to grieve, i hope you forgive my foolishness.” self preservation is her lifeline, and though deceit is her game, fet does mean a sliver of what she says. that’s the key to a proper lie, inserting a bit of truth. and afet plays the game well. sometimes her skill at lying terrifies her, sometimes it impresses her.

          she wasn’t really sorry. if she was, she wouldn’t have said any of that shit in the first place, but he’d already made enough of a scene. sara, reese, dennis ... he’d stop for them, not for her sake. if circumstances were different, he’d take her out on the spot and walk away. have someone else clean up the blood.  “  you’re lucky,  ”  today. but he would remember her face.  “  now get the fuck out of my sight.  ”

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sara

If she was confident slapping him wouldn’t start an all-out war, she would have done it at those words. What a terribly inappropriate thing to say at a time like this. When she just put her ex husband into the ground. She sobbed and shook over the loss of the man she knew for essentially her whole life.

Then again he was a piece of shit who never really treated her right since the birth of their first child. Then again, Donny proved more than capable of taking care of her needs. 

But he’s so unapologetic of staring at her chest, drinking her in and maybe if this wasn’t the funeral for his dead brother, and her ex husband, she would have been aroused. But right now, it’s just obnoxious. 

“Sure,” She nods, putting more dishes in the sink to keep herself busy, to give herself something else to look at. She hasn’t looked at him much since they slept together. “Except you’re not him. We have established that.” Yes, there were passing moments at holidays where things were a little too much but those were never for long. Now they’re fully alone and while consequences are still great, at least Zane’s wrath is off the table.

“But how is it working for you, Donny?” She gathers her courage to stand straighter, shoulders back, chest forward, head tilted as she looks at him fully, examining him over. with far less lust than he gave her. “Did you make everyone quiver in their boots?”

         except you’re not him. reality check. he’d spent the majority of his life trying to keep up with his older brother, but the golden boy always came out ahead. there was something plaguing donny that got in his way: he cared. too much. it was the driving force in his life. guided by his emotions, it was exhausting. hence why he was trying to block them all out now, unsuccessfully.  “  and is that a good thing?  ”

          this would all be easier if he could just fuck sara senseless on the kitchen counter, but that clearly wasn’t happening. he knew it wasn’t just about sex either. that was probably the least of it. the flirting was, again, a way of masking the very real fears and passion and confusion donny felt ever since that one night. he still thought it was a dream sometimes. this woman he’d given up on decades ago, suddenly in his arms, making love. that’s what it was. raw and vulnerable. love. for him at least. thus the confusion. 

          “  you know ... if i wanted to make anyone quiver,  ”  he stepped towards her, not much between them but the dish she held.  “  ... it’d be you.  ”  restraint, teeth clenched, his playful tone dropped as he waited to see if sara would maintain the composure she seemed to cling to.

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fester

Fester looks over Donny at the mention of ‘mourning’, and hums. “I guess everyone processes grief differently.” He’s not going to assume that Donny doesn’t care, but he certainly looks rather chipper. Though he knows the Titan brothers had a rather complicated relationship.

“Oh, I’m quite alright, thank you. I have been eating since we got here. I felt snacking was an appropriate ruse to take up so people wouldn’t approach me.” He’s not really look for confrontation, and everything seems kind of tense here. 

          donny knew what it looked like, and to be quite frank, he didn’t give a shit. he wasn’t gonna pretend to cry like a lot of the phoneys surrounding them, acting like they genuinely cared about his brother. no one liked zane. no one who actually knew him, that is. but one thing could be said for donny that separated him from the rest: he loved the bastard.  “  cheers to that.  ”  CRUNCH - another carrot.

          “  and how’s that been workin’ for you?  ”  this was unsurprising behavior from fessy - always lurking in some corner, trying to avoid human interaction - the opposite of donny.  “  could be an opportunity to mix and mingle ... find a special friend.  ”