die a legend

[sinclairmorgan]

paitynsinclair‌:

“I just want to know when I can go back to my own apartment,” Paityn said, walking closer toward her father, ignoring his remark about her sister.

The sound of his youngest daughter’s voice rang through his ears and Morgan sighed, looking up to meet her gaze. “Soon...” Looking back to his papers, he thought carefully about what to say to her. After Priya’s outburst, he was weary sharing too much information with...well anyone. “We’re retaliating against the Costellos, Paityn. For your safety, I need you here.”

[sinclairmorgan]

marcel-costello‌:

“A word, would be nice.”

“A word.” Morgan agreed, placing his papers down onto his desk. “A quick one, I highly suggest since you’ve shown up at my office unannounced."

[sinclairmorgan]

penny-sinclair‌:

Penelope had barely walked into the room when Morgan spoke, causing her frown to deepen. “How about my husband to relax and not speak to me like that unless he wants me to stab him. You haven’t gotten a new scar in a while.” An eyebrow quirked as she threw her words at him. 

Morgan couldn’t help the small grin that spread onto his lips at the sound of his wife’s voice. All these years and her threats still held more weight than the world. “Darling...” Morgan glanced up to appreciate her appearance for a moment, before returning his attention to the papers on his desk. “We’re getting ready to go to war, please forgive my temper. God knows I’m far too of an intelligent man to get on your wrong side, mon amour. What can I do for you?”

[sinclairmorgan]

[sinclairmorgan]

Looking up from his papers, Morgan sighed and placed them on his desk. “I’m a busy man who is now assistant-less, make it quick, what do you need?”

[nefertiris]

[sinclairmorgan]

@penny-sinclair

[flowerytale]

“Don’t be afraid to fail. It’s not the end of the world, and in many ways, it’s the first step toward learning something and getting better at it. If you live your entire life never having failed at anything, it’s got to be a weirdly false existence in so many ways.”

[derrygirlsgifs]

[onceuponamusing]

Who am I?” the monster repeated, still roaring. “I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable! … I am this wild earth, come for you…

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls (via onceuponamusing)

[aliciavikander]

The Boys (2019-) S01E01 The Name of the Game

[daeneryskairipa]

[sinclairmorgan]

@penny-sinclair

[delevingned-deactivated20151023]

[sinclairmorgan]

penny-sinclair‌:

Penny took in a sharp breath at the contact before letting it go. Somehow the soft contact was difficult to weather when everything was warring inside of her. Still, she settled into his side the way she’d done a million times before. “I’m missing an entire part of me. Taking her away carved it out and I feel so… empty.” Had it been anyone else, she wouldn’t admit to that much. And she probably shouldn’t have since this was her husband and here she was telling him that she numb even with him present. 

Her hand found it’s resting place on his thigh, thumb soothing over his leg. “You can say that all you want but have you seen Priya lately? She brought Ezra to the wedding and was giving him the look.” Separating those two was going to prove to be difficult. “You’ll have to be the one to speak to her though. She stopped listening to me before she turned ten.” 

Morgan stayed silent as his wife spoke, her affectionate gesture didn’t go lost on him and he immediately felt his shoulders relax at her touch. He would never want to lose any of his children, but he knew what Paisley and his wife’s relationship was and he would have never sent her into the church that day if he had known. He was so certain and he was embarrassed that his trust had been treated so poorly. Placing a kiss to the side of her head, he felt himself tense up again at the mention of their eldest daughter. “I spoke to her...you won’t like it, but I told her to fuck off until she remembers what loyalty means.” Putting the bottle back to his lips, he titled it back and took a large drink. 

“It had to be done, she’s too old to be acting this way. She knows better than to disrespect me or this family.”

[sinclairmorgan]

paitynsinclair‌:

Paityn was angry. She was angry with her father. He never should have let Paisley walk down that aisle. She bit her lip when he touched her cheek. She listened to his words and nodded. She didn’t want to share the rage she felt; expressing it would just make things worse. “I don’t plan on being friendly towards them any time soon,” she said, quite honestly. They killed her sister. Once again the Costello family has proved to be her worst nightmare. “You should talk to Priya and Bash, though. I might have gotten drunk with Luca a few times but at least I’m not dating him.” She shivered. That’s what made her miss the wedding in the first place. Seeing Priya with Ezra and Sebastian with Mia…it made her sick. It sparked all her worst anxieties and she just wanted to run.

Morgan sighed as he listened to his daughter, but let her finish explaining what was bothering her. Nodding at her words, he took an inhale from his cigarette. “I’m aware of your siblings’...friends. Sebastian knows better and I know will cease his communications immediately. Priya on the other hand is cut off until she remembers what her last name stands for.” Exhaling the smoke through his nose, he kept his eyes glued to the water and sat in silence for a moment. 

“Your sister is being foolish and in our line of business, foolishness gets someone hurt or killed. Shiloh and some of the other guys are going to run an errand for me in the next few days. I want you to come home for a little while, so I know you’re protected. You can leave and do whatever you please during the day with a bodyguard, but I want you under my roof at night. Can you do that for your mother and me, Paityn?”

[sinclairmorgan]

sinclairpriya‌:

“And you do?” Her father was so consumed by the pieces on the chessboard that he forgot about the board itself. He still had failed to answer her question. Which meant he didn’t have the proof or he was letting his anger drive his actions. The latter was dangerous and it would end up hurting them all. “None of us know that for sure. You don’t know if they did or did not kill Paisley. Redemption and vengeance are both the streets painted red when you let your hate for the Costello family cloud your judgement.” A child being scolded. That is what her father’s remarks were sounded like to Priya. Yes, she was technically his child, but she was no longer little.  

“You are right it is not a debate. I never sought your approval on it nor did I open my relationship up for your discussion. You may have an opinion of Ezra. Of the Costello family and all that they stand for. And while you did teach me to hate them and see them as my enemy I took your teachings as lessons to learn from rather than a strict guideline to follow. I learn from what I have been taught. I don’t repeat the actions or opinion of others. I make my own.” Her father could not tell her position was important one minute and then the next treat her as if she was that little girl who would do anything to gain her father’s approval. Years she spent trying to be the perfect daughter, student and sister. Years of watching and waiting for her father to notice everything she did for this family.

“I am not ten, father. I don’t do crushes. You are disappointed? Is this not what you wanted a week ago? You have wanted for sometime? For a Costello and Sinclair to be together? Or do you not approve of it because you had no hand in it? You can’t control something you played no part in. Just because you pull a string does not mean I will fall in line without a comment. I am not a puppet.” Priya put emphasis on the last word before she began to stand up from where she sat. “As both my boss and father your opinion has been noted and will not be taken under advisement at this time.” 

She stands tall and looks down at her father. Neither of them would yield to the other. “To you I may not have inherited mother’s persuasion but I certainly inherited her sharp tongue. A trait I am for once glad to have gotten. The unbending stance on matters on the other hand, that I got from you.”

Morgan’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. “Are you questioning me? About my business? Your father or not, this is my kingdom. I’m Morgan motherfucking Sinclair. Do you forget what I do for a fucking living, Priya? I make people who piss me the fuck off, disappear.” Standing to his feet, Morgan finished his cigarette and tossed it on the ground. “This is not how this business works and this is not how you were raised. If your grandfather knew what you were doing, he would of already fucking killed that boy. You wanna go play house with a fucking Costello? Huh?! Family is number one, your little sister’s dead and all you can care about is some cock?! Your sister’s marriage was a fucking business arrangement, not a fairytale - so you’re right, you’re not ten, you’re a fucking adult. Grow the fuck up.”  

Crushing the cigarette under his heel, Morgan turned and towards his town car, signaling at the driver that it was time to go. “Until you can remember where your loyalty lies, don’t show your face at my home or my business.” Not wasting his time to hear another word, Morgan walked away and slid into the backseat of his car.

[sinclairmorgan]

sinclairpriya‌:

Priya could not imagine what her father was feeling. She had lost a little sister but he had lost a child. The parent was suppose to pass before the child not the other way around. “You are right,” Priya states to her father.  She lets go of his hand then and moves it to her lap so it was out of her father’s current reach. 

She lets the silence consume them for more than a minute. Her next words would break it with the force her voice would not take on at this time. Priya didn’t raise her voice to win arguments. She remained calm; composed; steady. Every thing she had picked up from years in his shadow, in school, reading body languages and even from her own voice inside of her head. Just because her voice didn’t shake the ground didn’t mean they would have any less of an impact. 

Priya made sure to keep eye contact with her father when she spoke. Priya knew she was dangling more kindling over an already lit flame but unlike the rest of her family she wouldn’t pour gasoline on it and watch it consume everything. “I am an adult,” her tone continued to remain even, “which means I am capable of making my own decisions on who I associate with. I will continue to see Ezra, that is his name. Not boy as you called him and anyone else I deem to be of good character.” Her posture straightens more before she continued with her carefully selected words, “You are right about my position in this family being important so I am going to ask you, what makes you this confident that the Costellos are to blame? Do you want to risk more lives by blindly retaliating? That is how you lose my life. My brothers’. My sister’s. When you retaliate for a crime you don’t have proof on they will strike back with as much force. An eye for an eye as the saying goes. Are you ready for that?”

Morgan listened to his daughter’s words, but it fell upon deaf ears. It didn’t matter if it was now or a decade from now, he knew Paisley’s death was at the hands of the rival family. 

“Priya, you are intelligent for your age, but you don’t know everything.” Taking a swig from his bottle, he tore his view from the water and looked at his daughter. “This isn’t a debate, you will do as your told because I am your father, your boss, and the goddamn head of this business. And that’s what this is. Business. I’m disappointed you’re mixing it into your personal life, it has been taught to you since day one that the Costello family is your enemy. They killed your sister, Priya. Paisley is dead, because of them. Redemption for your sister is my first priority. Not your crush on that boy.” Placing the cigarette between his lips, Morgan let his the silence hang in the air for a moment. “You are your mother’s daughter, my dear, but you did not inherit her persuasion. You will do as your told, Priya. And that’s final.”

[sinclairmorgan]

shilchsinclair‌:

It almost was like seeing a lion outside of a zoo for him. Seeing his father outside was weird, but they all coped in their own ways it seemed. 

“A cig,” Shiloh admitted, “I haven’t gotten a new chance to get another pack yet. And I know you have to have more.” It was better than the hard stuff, at least. “Oh yeah, and revenge.” He casually mentioned, “I wanna fuckin’ kill a Costello.”

Shiloh stood in front of him and Morgan found himself surprised to see youngest son. The family hadn’t exactly rallied following Paisley’s sudden death, but he had wished they had been in one spot. He wished he had eyes on them all. It wasn’t hard to find his girls and Sebastian was usually more than happy to listen to him, but Shiloh had his mother’s stubbornness. Whether he chose to accept that or not. Hearing his request, he dipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes. Pulling one out, Morgan paused hearing the mention of killing a Costello.

Smirking at his son’s response, Morgan held out the cigarette to his son. When he took it, he patted his son’s red hair. “That’s my boy. It’s funny you say that, your sisters don’t seem to realize how this game works. I’ve got something I’m working on, I need your help. And Elijah’s.”