#1stltrusso

[ro11ingst0ne]

𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 : rough day , huh ?

˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ᴮᴵᴸᴸʸ. <3 ₎₎ yeah , it was a bit of a mess. just one of those days where nothing goes right.

˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ᴮᴵᴸᴸʸ. <3 ₎₎ could really use a distraction.

˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ᴮᴵᴸᴸʸ. <3 ₎₎ how about you ? how was your day ?

[razedhellaa]

( @1stltrusso ) billy > sam : ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .

a hiss comes from between clenched teeth as body is forcefully pressed up against the rough brick wall & her arm is twisted almost painfully behind her back. maybe Sam should have let sleeping dogs lie but she’s both persistent & curious so when several of her regulars suddenly stopped showing up, the dark haired survivor started looking into it. apparently, she looked too hard.

without a second thought, she slams the heel of her combat boot into the sensitive spot between her assailant’s first & second toes — he didn’t give her much to work with until she threw her head back & knocked him in the nose. struggling, Sam is able to wiggle free & whip around to face him, dark gaze narrowing. “ if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already so . . . ” this time, she leans her back against the wall to watch the stranger’s every move & crosses her arms at her chest. “ what are you doing in a dark alley ? ”

[sofialcone]

@1stltrusso said: ❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

Sofia collects skeletons, not ghosts. She wishes she could tell you that the people she's killed haunt her conscious. Actually, that's a lie. She doesn't wish that at all. It doesn't bother her, doesn't deter her, that the blood she collects doesn't cause her more guilt. She's glad that every single person she killed is dead, Billy. Every single one of them deserved it, or at the very least got her to where she is now. We all need a stairway to where we want to be. If hers is littered by a few dead bodies, then so be it. None of them were innocent.

❛ I can't? What? You think I'm taking things too personal? ❜ She is smiling, her voice seeming to suggest that she's joking with him. Is she really? Only time will tell. Truth is she's killed before because someone looked at her in a way that sparked paranoia.

❛ You think I'm overreacting? ❜

[sofialcone]

@1stltrusso said: ❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜ / billy

Billy speaks without romanticism. His honesty is cutting; it slices Sofia right down the middle. And she welcomes how he doesn't bullshit her. He stabs her in the front, which clues her into the fact he's capable of stabbing her in the back, too. She sizes him up with those big eyes of hers, seems to decide that she likes him. What, with the way a smile breaks out on her face and everything.

❛ So, your loyalty can be bought, ❜ Sofia determines. She seems to saunter more than walk towards him, until her face is inches from his. He won't find any judgement in her eyes, just like she won't find any remorse in his. They both just are who they are. Little can be done about that. ❛ Mine today, and Oz's tomorrow. Where does that get me? ❜ She is no longer cautious about her desires: people who are going to go to bat for her. A new family that serves her rather than works against her. Billy is one correct answer away from nabbing the job.

@s-unfleur

[hunt-the-hare]

i'm really trying to be good. i promise. / @1stltrusso billiam + hollis

                Though  brows  don't  knit  how  they  normally  would,  she  carries  the  look  of  confusion  on  her  face  well.  She  always  has,  to  be  fair.  As  a  child  she  was  always  lost,  something  she  seems  to  have  carried  into  her  adulthood.  Trying  and  doing  are  two  different  things.

                But  are  they  ??  Maybe  there's  more  nuance  to  it  than  she  thinks.  It's  like  a  tick,  a  habit  you  no  longer  wish  to  hold.  You  forget  to  stop  doing  something  before  it's  too  late…  but  this  is  different.  It  is  different.  She  doesn't  understand  how  he  can  continue  to  hurt  people,  hurt  her  and  claim  he's  trying.  That  thought  is  quickly  abandoned,  only  because  she  gives  everyone  the  benefit  of  the  doubt.

                "  I  believe  you.  "  Might  be  the  words  she  regrets  speaking.  Could  possibly  even  be  her  last,  but  she's  too  naïve.  

[kingrusso]

@1stltrusso asked: i hate you so much right now . send me memes !!

                Nick    stares    at    his    brother.    There    isn't    much    else    to    do    but    that.    Ever    the    big    brother    who    always    has    a    damn    answer,    and    yet,    right    now    he    doesn't.    Jaw    clenches,    he    blinks,    he    swallows.    How    is    he    supposed    to    reply    to    that    ??    His    little    brother    finally    admitting    to    hating    him    at    the    moment,    and    honestly,    Nick    doesn't    blame    him.    He    hates    himself    too.    What    a    coincidence.

                "    Yeah    ??    Get    in    fuckin'    line.    "    He    says,    a    thumb    being    shoved    over    his    shoulder    as    he    points    to    the    invisible    line    of    people    who    want    him    dead.

[kingrusso]

@1stltrusso asked: god made me pretty , you made me mean . from here

                "    God    isn't    real.    "    It    was    just    a    rare    combo    of    genes    from    their    fucked    up    parents.    A    rare    combo    that    all    four    children    came    out    with.    Nickolas    King    Russo,    however,    did    exist.    And    the    man    was    sorry    for    it,    but    had    he    not,    who    would    have    taken    care    of    these    guys    ??

                His    words    weigh    heavy    on    his    heart.    Nick    would    have    denied    any    word    his    brother    had    said,    normally.    Though    these    words    he    couldn't.    He    needed    to    be    mean    in    this    world.    But    in    reality,    it    was    their    father    who    had    taught    them    that.    Nick    just    took    the    brunt    of    the    beatings.

[psielapki-a]

@1stltrusso   &   tinkerbell   /   starter   call   (   no   longer   accepting   )

                    𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺   𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵   𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥   𝘵𝘰   𝘣𝘦   𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.   tinkerbell   remembers   it   vaguely   :   there   was   honey   made   by   bees   born   at   midnight   during   full   moon,   magic   seeping   through   her   skin   and   morning   dew   washing   it   off   —   then   drying   it   in   the   morning   sun   and   then   grinding   it   into   powder...   yeah,   something   like   that.

                    she   looks   at   billy   and   cocks   her   head   to   the   side.   there's   little   to   no   magic   or   sparkle   in   the   see   through   ziplock   bag   she   extends   his   way.

                    ❝   you   can   try   it.   then   we'll   distribute,   ❞   she   says   with   the   tone   of   a   businesswoman   whilst   looking   like   an   exhausted   mother   of   more   than   a   dozen   orphans.   which   she,   precisely,   is.   ❝   seventy   -   thirty.   ❞

                    the   glimmer   in   her   eye   is   not   one   of   excitement   caused   by   possibility   of   a   deal   sealed.   it's   tears.

                    desperate,   at   loss   of   options,   with   her   wings   torn   off   her   back   and   her   magic   gone,   what   can   a   mother   do   if   not   protect   her   kids   by   any   means   necessary   —   even   if   she   has   to   become   a   drug   supplier?