#dadivosos

[dxncingonmyown]

@dadivosos | Alfieand Amelia, a posh restaurant on the upper east side

The downside of staying with your estranged sister? Instead of the comforts of Brooklyn, filled with everything from Amelia's favorite shawarma spot to the best bagels, she's forced to eat at places like this. Amazing culinary experiences, to be sure, but a price tag so outrageous it's sickening. Still, Amelia's starving. Another long, late night at the office trying to make sense of every tragedy. There's one spot left, right at the bar.

Of course, it's him. Alfie takes up space in this fine dining restaurant like he owns it, grinning and breathing life to it. There's a jolt in her body, somewhere between residual affection and annoyance, as she stops. Deciding that no, she won't be the first to break the silence, Amelia slips into the bar seat beside Alfie wordlessly. "Just a glass of house red, please." She nods at the bartender.

[venomform]

@dadivosos​ 

       she receives a call from tasmim , a few words being enough to have relief wash over her. she was told that he’s alive. it didn’t even take alejandra five minutes to rush out of her home , heading to the hospital - she’s almost running - as she finds herself worrying about his state - wonders what in the world they did to him. the few days he’d been missing , had been like hell -tasmim had been a first hand witness of that fact , same with honey and mason. it had been a nightmare , one she feared would never end - or if it did , in the most horrendous of ways. yeet he’s alive , and she needs to see him , needs to see so for herself. heels click against the floor , she walks - rushes up the stairs , her heart pounding withing her chest as she walked through the white corridor , attempting to find the room number she was given. - she walks inside , and slows down , her gaze falling upon his frame. and she’s trying her best not to break right there , mouth dry - heart hammering against her rib cage - heart breaking right there -  she finds herself trying her very best , attempting her best at keeping it together but .  .  . truth is , alejandra wasn’t able to , as she feels a tear trickling down her cheek , steps slow , hand reaching out - she hesitates , as they ghost over his short curls - and it’s brief , doesn’t want to hurt him - so she rests her hand upon the mattress , her mocha hues scanning the male’s frame. broken , hurt - however had done this to him , they deserved to pay - it made her blood boil , made her want to s c r e a m , seek vengeance -  “  ¿¿ porque te ha tenido que pasar esto a ti ??  ”  her voice is barely a whisper , and she’s lost it - finds herself crying , tears streaming down the femme’s cheeks - she’d never been one to show any kind of emotion , - it was hard to b r e a k her , but she worried - god she really did worry about him. and it broke her - seeing anton like this , - it fucking broke her. “  no te mereces esto , iubire , cualquier otra persona - vale - pero no tú. lo siento mucho.  ”

[ofthanatophobia]

@dadivosos​

      it’s not often he went and visited his father at the cemetery , but it’s his birthday - and it only served as a painful memory of the good times they all shared together. there’s a flower held by his digits , and he’s just sitting in front of the grave - GIOVANNI GIORDANO - his gaze fixated upon the gravestone. it sucks really , anton’s missing - still missing - and the thought of having him appear on one of these once he was found scared the shit out of him. he bites his lips , allows himself to breathe slowly , in an attempt to calm himself down - to not break. it’s been eleven years since the death of his father , - eleven years since his mother began losing it because of him , eleven years since his family was teared apart , and he hates this - he d o e s , but this was his life. as much as he desperately tried to ignore that fact , he could not. this was his life , and it would always remain this way. he’d try and avenge his siblings , for what they had to suffer - all thanks to their father’s actions - all thanks to the savages. setting the caito mansion on fire was only the beginning - but then he hears steps approaching him , allows himself to place the rose down in front of the grave - and he gazed up , recognising the femme. “  serafina , hey !!  ” he says , with a small wave. “  you okay ??  ”

[sacredblud]

HE’S LAZY , REALLY ; he knows he should be cracking the application firewall for some criminal who'd wronged the cobras somehow , but he just can’t seem to motivate himself to do so . it’s a piece of cake , too ; shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes , and yet ... prussian blue eyes flit to the woman sat beside him . “ do this for me. ” it’s more of a demand if anything , but to entice the offer he fake - rubs his eyes . “ i’ve been sitting here for three hours . my eyes hurt . i’m almost done ... you just have to do the rest . piece of cake . you can handle an easy firewall , can't you ? ”

for @dadivosos.

[sarpelui-saved]

❛  ANTON  ---    ❜  HE  GREETS  HIS  BROTHER    with  the  same  welcoming  gesture  that  he  would  his  other  siblings  ,  and  quickly  hung  up  the  phone  call  he’d  been  attempting  to  get  off  of  for  quite  some  time  with  his  visit  as  the  excuse  .  things  had  been  tedious  within  the  estate  .  while  niko’s  return  to  full  capacity  had  been  welcomed  with  bells  and  whistles  ,  the  peace  brokered  did  not  ease  the  discomfort  that  echoed  through  the  walls  .  they  all  knew  it  would  be  temporary  ,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  .  anton’s  presence  ,  however  ,  was  something  of  a  welcoming  factor  to  matters  not  on  the  phone  or  through  courier  so  he  leaned  forward  to  stand  and  cross  the  room  ,  a  more  suitable  sofa  area  set  in  the  corner  of  his  office  for  more  casual  talks  .  ❛    is  everything  all  right  ?  ---  do  you  want  a  drink  ?    ❜  @dadivosos  ❤ ‘d 

[outlawhqs]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ thomas doherty + cismale + he/him — have you seen anton petran? they sure have been hanging out at the estate a lot recently. they are a twenty five year old known as the chameleon, and they currently work for the cobras as a soldier, which they’ve been doing for two days. a bisexual scorpio, they are tenacious + clever, as well as bellicose + insouciant. long nights, utterances in a foreign language, rough sketches on coffee napkins . × yadira. twenty-one. she/her. pst. ×

⋆ ◦ ° ☾  welcome to valdez, anton ! as you unpack & settle in, please make sure to follow everyone on our blogroll, track all of our tags & send in your account within the next twenty-four hours. THOMAS DOHERTY IS NOW TAKEN.

note : this is just to make the gang alignment official !!

[dxncingonmyown]

@dadivosos | Santiago and Amelia, Ralph's Coffee

"I don't care what your political consultants tell you. There is such a thing as shit publicity." Never one to bite her tongue, least of all when it comes to matters of public interest. She's ensconced New York's favorite, liberal politician for coffee and 'real talk.' "And yeah, a few nut jobs is acceptable in the sphere of public life. But when they make a lot of noise?" She kisses the roof of her tongue, with a small shake of her head. "Don't worry, I can give you cover. Do a Sunday profile on you, what you do for the community..." Except unlike other fluff pieces her servitude at The Reserve forces her to do, this is one she believes in.

[dxncingonmyown]

@dadivosos | Maddox and Santiago, The Nines

"Of course, Mr. Congressman of the People is a regular here." He muses out loud, with a ginger humor that fails to meet his eyes. But Santi is used to this by now, accustomed to Maddox burying 'serious' emotion under unserious repartee. "You got all the middle class millennials losing their shit." He nods to the crowd Santi just weaved through to get to him. Three beers deep, and already switched over to heavy alcohol. "Come to get me out of here before they snap my pics? I'm just a grieving boy, y'know?" It's said with so much humorous conviction, that anyone else wouldn't catch the grief that's a hurricane in his chest.