Snappin' Necks & Cashin' Checks.

Romanio Idoni Guerra. My friends call me Roman, but you can call me anytime. Thirty-four. CEO of KG Industries. Out of my fucking mind.

[museinspo]

“forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.”

— confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

[romanxguerra]

mvlakai:

“We learned you are– powerful.” He chose his words wisely, knowing Roman was like a ticking time bomb. “I think we are good.”

“Good boy,” he hummed as he finished off his next drink. “Are we? ‘Cause the last time I saw you, you punched me in the face and I nearly left you for dead. In terms of being ‘good’, I think we’re a little far from that, handsome.” He licked the remainder of alcohol off of his lips, glancing at the other from the corner of his eyes. “I think I should apologise, but I don’t do apologies. I don’t want to kill you anymore, so there’s that.”

[romanxguerra]

titan-hashimoto:

“Deflection!” He called out, pointing a finger at Roman as he swiped the champagne bottle and poured himself a glass before filling up Roman’s. “You’re not very subtle about it, you know. I’m starting to become immune to your money throwing,” he smirked, bringing the glass up to his lips and taking a sip. “Not that I don’t appreciate it.” He set the glass down. “So before you try it again, I’m just going to let you know that I will be moving in. Not all at once; it’ll be a gradual process, but not as slow as you’d think. Plus, it’ll make it sex more convenient, and that’s really the only green light I need.”

Roman let out a small sound that could’ve been mistaken for a chuckle, watching as the other began pouring and it finally settled that he wasn’t forcing this on either of them. Titan could find humour in it without making it too heavy and Roman wouldn’t feel like he was walking on eggshells around him. He didn’t feel like he was. He felt like he’d been exploring parts of him that he’d bottled for years like a fine wine or whiskey. He sought happiness and he found it; and these little steps they were taking were enough to keep him on his toes--- for all the right reasons. Taking a hairline sip that turned into a full and heavy swig, he set down his finished glass before standing and walking over to the taller, spinning his chair to face him as he took his lips. 

“I love you.”

[romanxguerra]

titan-hashimoto:

Titan could swear he felt his heart tighten at Roman’s disappointment. He hadn’t meant to be dismissive, but he couldn’t help be somewhat reluctant; it was a defense mechanism. He put a hand over Roman’s, “Hey, Rome.” He didn’t use the nickname often. “It’s okay. Seriously. I’m about it. If I didn’t like the idea, I would have shot it down. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live here,” he exclaimed, shooting the other a reassuring grin.

Roman nearly pulled away as he was nearly consumed in his thoughts, but smiled softly as the familiar warmth of the other’s hand enveloped his. Flipping his hand over underneath to hold the other’s, he nodded after a moment as his gaze averted.

“You don’t have to say things to make me feel better, Titan. I love your brutal honesty--- I always have. If you think it’s too soon, I’m willing to slow down even more. I just want to make you comfortable and happy. I just thought--- never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll just buy you a car or we’ll take another trip. Anything you want. Nothing’s too gaudy or expensive.”

[romanxguerra]

xavierffs:

“You’re the one who is pissing about and started talking to me, jump off your high horse and shut the hell up already.”

“Am I making you upset?” Roman gave a mocking side glance. “God, what’s it even like thinking I care about your insignificant feelings? What is it with you people and underestimating me? You have five seconds to fuck off, or I’ll make sure that pretty little mouth of yours never properly opens again.”

[romanxguerra]

mvlakai:

Kai instinctively held the hand that Roman had crushed earlier that year. “No… It’s still pretty bad. I can’t tattoo anymore or make a full fist– so yeah, I think you did– you’re good.”

“Saves me a lot of time. So what did we learn?” Roman squared his eyes at the other. “Because I have no problem running it by you again on your other hand.”

[romanxguerra]

xavierffs:

“There’s no need for it, just because you’re being pissy doesn’t mean you have to take it out on strangers. Like I came here for a drink, not for a random guy to be a dick for no reason.”

“Cry me a fucking river,” he sneered, shooting back another shot. “Then drink and stop talking to me.”

[romanxguerra]

dillcncrris:

Dillon listened, a frown across her face as she did, unsure of what to say. After another long pause, she looked down, nodding her head. “You’re right. It’s not fair. I can’t express how sorry I am that things have gone so wrong for you, but one day, something will go right, no matter how minor it’ll be…” She trailed off, thinking for a moment. “I’m sorry, that’s so cliche–but… I believe in miracles, I guess. And I believe that you’ll get something great one day, too. After all of that, you deserve it.”

“I have two things going smoothly right now--- but I’m terrified of losing them,” Roman said softly, pushing the alcohol away from him. “I know it’s only a matter of time before everything I did or didn’t do comes back to haunt me. I don’t deserve anything I have. I’m entitled and psychotic and pathetic. You bet your ass I’ll get what I deserve."

[romanxguerra]

titan-hashimoto:

Titan stopped, his eyes scanning Roman before moving over to the bottle. He bit on his tongue a couple times. He took a second to think about it and then another. “Okay.” He said slowly, nodding his head finally. “Yeah, at my own pace. I mean, I already have some clothes here so I guess I’ve got a good head start.” 

Roman let out a shaky breath in response. He wasn’t sure what answer he was anticipating, but it was an answer. They had been going slow for months. He tried not to rush into things like he did with other guys--- but Roman was terrified of losing him. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, and he struggled to hide it. Suddenly, it wasn’t about him anymore. He had a boyfriend he was crazy about, and he devoted most of his time and money to make him happy. It was the only way he knew how to show he cared.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, unable to stop his mouth from moving. “I don’t mean to rush things. This is a big decision and I shouldn’t have dropped it on you--- especially like this. You don’t have to decide right now.”

[romanxguerra]

dillcncrris:

Furrowing her brow as he went on, Dillon sat silent for a few minutes as he finished speaking, trying to comprehend what exactly he had just told her. “If… You’re guilty–or even if you’re not–but if you are… Don’t torture yourself. It’s not fair to anyone. Especially you.” 

“No, you know what’s not fair?” Roman turned suddenly, anger written on his face. “Watching my husband bleed out to death in my arms and being convicted of murdering him and then having to run because I couldn’t lose my company. Watching my daughter be taken away because my second husband couldn’t take care of her while I was dealing with shit. Watching my second husband take his life in our shared bathtub because he thought death would be better than being with me for another minute. Hell, even hearing that my entire family died on their way to see me. What’s not fucking fair is that anyone who gets involved with me eventually dies."

[romanxguerra]

ajcrawfords:

“I had no idea you were even your forties, but that’s amazing still.” Ace chuckled quietly as he leaned his chin on his palm, smiling. “Not really, I just….not all of them get published, you know.” he shrugged. He chewed at his lower lip at the man’s offer, blushing. “You don’t know me….or my poetry. I’m probably not good enough to be published by Wellington.”

“God, no. Not yet at least,” he chuckled dryly. Drawing his gaze over the other, he leaned closer. “Well, I’d love to get to know you better and I’m sure your poetry is amazing. No shame in your pace, just gotta be different. I’m sure Wellington could open a lot of doors for you even if you got an interview.”

[romanxguerra]

xavierffs:

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t trying to sit next to you.” Xavier let out a soft chuckle as he sat down with a bar stool between them. “I was sliding it over so it wasn’t in either of our way, no need to be so rude about it.”

Roman glared at the stool placed between them and he audibly scoffed before facing back to his drink. Shaking his head, he shot the rest back, sliding the glass back towards the bar-keep.

“You haven’t seen me being rude yet, man. You don’t like it, feel free to move.”

[romanxguerra]

dillcncrris:

“To death?” Dillon sighed. “That’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?” 

“That’s pretty spot-on. A lot of people would refer to me as that if they could say it to my face,” Roman slurred. “Not that they would. I just finished beating the shit out of one of my best friends who did just that. Put that sorry bastard in hospital. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m gonna return to drinking away my guilt in peace.”

[romanxguerra]

titan-hashimoto:

“You can take it back, but I never forget,” he added as he pecked a couple times against Roman’s lips before the other pulled him in, deepening their kiss.  Titan finally pulled back after a while, smiling and jerking his head back towards the kitchen, whispering so he wouldn’t wake the kids. “C’mon. We have dinner to finish and drinks to open.”

“Right,” he said quietly, taking the other’s hand in his before leading them both out of the room. He was delighted Titan was okay with Rosie, but he was still nervous about the question he had digging around in his brain for a few weeks. He wasn’t going to chicken out. Not tonight. Walking back into the kitchen, Roman went into the cellar to grab an unopened bottle of champagne, glancing at the label as he walked back in to sit down. “This was meant for a special occasion, and well, I guess the opening of it depends on your answer.” Roman swallowed hard, placing the bottle on the counter. “I was wondering--- uh, TItan--- if you’d like to, uhm, perhaps. Eventually--- I mean immediately but of course at your own pace--- move in together.”

[romanxguerra]

dillcncrris:

“Then what are you in the mood for?” 

“Drinking myself to death in isolation, so if you don’t mind.”

[romanxguerra]

mvlakai:

Kai flinched at the sound of the glass. He didn’t dare look directly at Roman, instead, he looked forward towards the wall of alcohol. Chills run down his spine with the way Roman said his name. Once upon a time, this would have turned him on. Kai swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, long time.” Was all he could choke out.

“It probably goes without saying, but you know I don’t like repeating myself.” As he spoke, a small hand towel was handed over by Cliff before Roman chuckled softly. “I’d ask what you’ve been up to, but I don’t actually care. I see your hand is doing better, though. Which is unfortunate. Any nerve damage or should I try again?” Roman took the next glass handed his way.

[romanxguerra]

dillcncrris:

“I didn’t realize asking that was saying anything,” Dillon shrugged. “I also don’t feel bad for you. Feeling bad for people isn’t part of what I do–nope! I’m just making conversation. And if I did what you did… That would be great!” She flashed a smile. “Plus, if I recall… You’re pro-annoying of of other people. So it’s only kind of fair you get a taste of your own medicine, hm?”

“Dillon, I’m not in the mood.”