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Agostino Leonardo Gianni Torelli II Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Lochness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience question? what do these things all have in common? everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster

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wolves and GIRLS, girls and wolves; oh, so the STORIES go. What all these poets dare not say is that every girl has WOLVES pacing rhythms in her HEART

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[sainttorelli]

aspen-whitlock:

Aspen was well-equipped to being looked over, checked-out, assessed – whatever you want to call it. But something in Gino’s eyes as he peered at her didn’t give her the feeling she usually got from his thorough eye-fucks. Still, she didn’t dare balk under his gaze, as the blonde had a better poker face than many. “Nothing – or no one – that I can’t handle.” She purred in a sweet, innocent voice while cocking her head to the side and inserting innuendos into every other comment.

He didn’t let his expression change, leaving his eyes to burn into hers as he felt maybe just for a fleeting moment, she’d crumble. But Aspen was stronger than most he knew, she had an iron will, one that he admired himself. Still, he continued to drill into her, pushing his gaze over her, following her every curve and feature until he settled onto her eyes once more. “I don’t doubt that--” He said softly, walking a little closer to her once more until his body was only a few inches from hers. “I just think--” Whispering the words to her now, softly forcing them past her golden strands and ushering them into her mind. “Maybe something has changed inside you...There is definitely something different about you now.” He softly teased, a smirk once again taking place on his lips as his eyes searched her skin once more. “Are you going soft?”

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aspen-whitlock:

Aspen’s newfound – but not admitted – love spell generally lowered the rating of everyone around her in comparison to Indigo. So when Gino raised his voice in a whine about the scoring, Aspen couldn’t help but chuckle and poke further at the bear – something that she did often. “Three-point-five now, with that tone of voice. It’s unbecoming, bud.” 

He looked over her, assessing the situation for a moment before he gave a light chuckle and let the smirk spread over his features. Slowly, he leaned closer to her, examining her features closely, before he leaned back and took in her entire form again. Now, the chuckle emerged again, this time with him shaking his head as he moved away from her slightly. “Oh babygirl.” He started, shaking his head with a smile. “What have you gotten yourself into, hmm?” 

[sainttorelli]

aspen-whitlock:

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Aspen feigned deep contemplation. “I’ve been more into vag hair than chest hair lately. Just been one of those months, you know?” Ah, the perks of being bisexual. “You’re like a four out of ten.”

Now, there was something to be understood about Torelli’s-- All Torelli’s; they lived with the common knowledge that they were in fact Gods among mortals. From birth they are instilled with a sense of superiority just because of their name and Gino, like his cousin Natalia, was not used to hearing that he wasn’t perfect in every single way. This was probably why his relationships consisted of a string of freshmen, stringing innocent girl, after innocent girl along because he could do no wrong in their eyes-- but to Aspen? Well, she knew him well enough. Still, he couldn’t help but be slightly confused and a little hurt by her scoring. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you over all the vag hair you have stuck in your teeth, did you say four? Fucking Four?”

[sainttorelli]

aspen-whitlock:

“Beats what you’re forced to see every time you look in the mirror,” Aspen shot back unapologetically. 

“I know that was meant to be a burn but I’m just thinking you need some corrective eye surgery, babygirl. You know you love all of this. I’m like-- Adonis. Yeah, Adonis. Just with more chest hair and tattoo’s.”

[sainttorelli]

cordeliawinchester:

She felt herself relax a little, when he began to apologize. “You don’t have to apologize, I- I know what you meant,” she said and giggled softly, feeling the warmth in her face slowly disappear. Her cheeks didn’t feel as if they were on fire anymore luckily. She shook his hand back, when he had taken hold of hers. It’s a good name and damn good show - it’s okay, I know they’re fictional. Cordelia chuckled softly and nodded as she looked at him. I’m Gino. Nice to meet you. “Nice to meet you too,” she spoke quietly, softly nibbling on her bottom lip as she stared at him. “So, I’m - I’m guessing you’ve been here a while, then?” 

He enjoyed watching her as she spoke, not in a creepy way but he found interest in peoples body language and facial expressions. From a young age Gino was taught to read people, taught to figure them out before they could him-- but lately he had cooled off on that aspect of his life, just taking interest in the way people presented themselves in interaction. He felt himself returning the same actions, the small muscles in his face contracting as he smiled at her again, seemingly getting a little lost in the way her features were communication, rather than her words. Pulling himself back to reality, he scrunched his nose a little before his reply. “Unfortunately, yes. But I’m almost done. I can see the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel that is education.” He chuckled at his own words, something he did a little too often. “I’m sure you’ll like it here, give it time.”

[sainttorelli]

aspen-whitlock:

“Keep pretending you don’t desire me,” Aspen quirked her head. “I can show you my ‘O’ face, if you’re lucky.”

“PASS!” He called, loudly and childishly across the room. “You can save the O face, Assie. I don’t desire to see that.”

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indigoxddxms:

“Aw, Gino!” Indigo squealed, squeezing the mans cheek affectionately. “I know you have a crush on me, you can’t help it.” She shrugged, offering him a sweet smile. “What are you trying to look at, anyway?” Indi wondered, turning to glance in his same direction.

Gino pursed his lips together at his friend, rather annoyed at her teasing before gently pushing her to the side. “Uh-- might wanna check your facts there, Indi.” He muttered before squinting a little in the direction he was before. “I was looking at a hot blonde who, newsflash, isn’t you or Assie. But your little interruption means shes now gone and I’ve lost all hope of having amazingly attractive children with her.” He groaned dramatically, while making a mental note to himself to call Aspen Assie more often.

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cordeliawinchester:

“That obvious, huh?” she asked and smiled weakly at him as she finished gathering her stuff, looking at the male. You’re new? I mean, it’s a big school but I don’t remember seeing you before. “Um, yeah. I came here a couple of days ago but today’s my first, um, first day here,” she spoke and mentally wanted to slap herself for being so damn awkward. Reaching out, she held her hand in front of her and bit her bottom lip, “I’m Cordelia Winchester. Yes, like the brothers in Supernatural and no, I’m not in any way related to them. You would be surprised how many people actually think they’re real humans and not characters in a TV show.” Ah, great. The nervous blabber mouth was out.

“Uh-- that may have come out wrong? I’m Sorry, I didn’t mean to--” Gino shut his mouth, something he needed to do more often, before he gave her a slightly apologetic smile. He took her hand, shaking it firmly and offering her a small chuckle. “It’s a good name and a damn good show-- It’s okay, I know they’re fictional.” He whispered to her playfully. “I’m Gino. Nice to meet you.” He didn’t give her his surname just yet. Normally the Torelli name was something that turned people away and he wasn’t trying to do that just yet. He didn’t need people asking any more mafia related questions.

[sainttorelli]

cordeliawinchester:

“Window career…” she spoke slowly, trying to figure out what he meant. Then it dawned on her, “Oh, right. Um.. Sorry, again. I’m gonna - I’ll leave you to your, uh.. Whatever you were doing.” Wow, Cordelia, talk about making a great first day impression at a new school; she thought and her cheeks blushed furiously as she began to pull her camera onto her shoulder, while lifting off the backpack from the floor.

He watched her for a moment, color flooding to her cheeks that only made his turn into a small smile. “You’re new? I mean, it’s a big school but I don’t remember seeing you before--”

[sainttorelli]

aspen-whitlock:

“I already am the motherfucking view, asshole.” Aspen smirked deviously at her friend as he teased her.

“Not my desired view---” He replied with a smirk. “Resting bitch face is not something I want to stare at all day.”

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cordeliawinchester:

“Oh. I’m - I’m sorry, I didn’t – I didn’t realize I was in your way.” 

“It’s cool. I’m just saying-- maybe rethink the window career choice.”

[sainttorelli]

“Yeah--- I’m gonna have to ask you to move. I can’t see shit. You don’t make a good window so I’m sorry if that was your lifelong ambition.”

[sainttorelli]

@ivyxsinclair

Gino waited in the Library for his cousin, and it felt like he had been waiting for years. The thing was, the Torelli was never very good at having patience and he expected  everyone to run to his time. He should have known that when it came to his cousins, especially Ivy, time was hardly ever on their side. When he finally saw her form enter, he gave a relieved sigh. “Fucking finally! I’ve been waiting for like, 20 minutes. When you hear me say its important, I kinda just thought you’d think oh maybe it’s important.” Gino mocked his cousin, pretending to flick imaginary hair over his shoulder as he did.

[sainttorelli]

“That’s just what happens when people leave me to drink alone? I don’t make the rules, you know. Uh.. I’ll finally be rid of you. Ahem, I mean.. I’ll do that crying thing and people will light candles so…?“

“Ouch.... you sure know how to cut a man deep.” He pretended to wipe a tear from his face before nudging her slightly. “So you’d cry, right? Like tears and everything?”

[heartskryptonite]

NICO.NICO.NICO !

[sainttorelli]

waywardcruz:

“Dude, it’s not like I’m asking you to chug the whole damn thing down. It’s just a sip and a sip isn’t gonna kill you.” Throwing his around around the other male’s neck, he brought the cup to the man’s lips. “Small sip, man. That’s all I’m asking. Small sip to celebrate the great garbage year ending. Come on, bud!”

Gino grimaced at the man pulling him closer and practically forcing the cup to his lips. “Ya know this is a crime punishable by death in some countries.” It wasn’t. “And I could have you arrested for forcing a drink on me.” He couldn’t. Gino reluctantly took a sip of the beverage before pushing the man away. “If you are trying to get in my Pants, Cruz--- You ain’t pretty enough for a start and I don’t wanna go there with you dude.”