#darius-shareef

[teleportdex-blog]

Location:  The Holy Spirit Bar Date: July 18th, 2019 Availability: @darius-shareef

Popping into the bathroom of the bar, Dexter rolled his shoulders and winked at the man he startled before making his way out of the restroom. The night was early, yet, and he was looking for a companion for a couple hours. His house back at Eden had been rather lonely while the Kingdom was in mourning, hopefully that was going to change sooner rather than later.

Slipping in between people, he ordered a whiskey from the bartender. Dexter let his eyes scan the people that had decided to have a night of fun. Eyes locking on a man sitting at a table, he grabbed the drink from the bartender before blinking out of existence for a moment before reappearing sitting next to the man. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Dexter gave a toothy grin, his eyes dragging along the figure of the man.

“I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it seems we both already have one,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I don't think you and I have ever been introduced. I'm Dex.”

[vikandermanips]

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[vittorioparrino-blog]

BEEP x5 ;)

A FRUSTRATED TEXT 

[TEXT to D.S. sent at 5:06 pm]: Shareef, you’re late again. [TEXT to D.S. sent at 5:09 pm]: Meet was supposed to be 5 min ago.[TEXT to D.S. sent at 5:11 pm]: Clients won’t wait forever. [TEXT to D.S. sent at 5:15 pm]: Fuck it, I’ll send them elsewhere.

A LATE NIGHT TEXT

[TEXT to D.S. sent at 3:26 am]:  Fedez is making the pickup. 

A DRUNK TEXT

[TEXT to D.S. sent at 1:22 am]: Celbratory shot at Poisn apple, bitch. 

A SARCASTIC TEXT

[TEXT to D.S. sent at 6:58 pm]: You’re absolutely right, mate. If only Dante let you call all the shots. 

A HELPFUL TEXT 

[TEXT to D.S. sent at 2:48 pm] Better call Rose back. She’s out for blood. 

[vikandermanips]

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[auroraparrino]

tell me how to make it better. | you’ve been crying, i can tell.

miscellaneous angst starters. (omerta, past)

Aurora tried to look stony and expressionless as she tossed clothes onto the bed and necessities she’d be bringing with her. Her father’s words echoed in her mind with the pain of a throbbing wound: You’re not the daughter that I loved. You’re not the daughter that I loved. You’re not the daughter that I loved.

Even though she tried to wash the blood off her hands, she could still see stains of it underneath her finger nails. She had paused and fell onto her bed to sit and stare at the sanguine coloration she had failed to wash off. Aurora remembered the bright light she’d seen in front of her and the beautiful, warm, healing color that emanated from her hand at the same time. The same hands that stuck that knife into her father’s friend’s throat. The same hands that were still stained with blood now.

The house was empty at this hour and Aurora forgot Darius sometimes liked to stop by. She barely made motion to look up at him as she heard her bedroom door open. He paused, clearly gathering that something was terribly wrong at the entrance. ‘What’s wrong?’ Aurora finally looked up. She was quiet - almost emotionless. She didn’t know what to say.

‘You’ve been crying, I can tell.’

He made his way over and the look in his eyes as he noticed the pile of clothes on her bed made Aurora’s heart break. She realized than and there - this had to be good bye. The realization made her eyes sting and her throat clog up. And though she tried her best not to let tears surface, she started to feel the dampness in the side of her eyes as she looked at Darius. ‘Tell me how to make it better.’

Aurora looked down again, taking in a shaky inhale. For a few heartbeats, she composed herself and didn’t speak. Then she looked up, searching his face and trying to memorize every inch of it all over again. As if her heart wasn’t already shattered to pieces, she felt what was left of it crush into dust.

“ — There’s nothing you can do, Dare,” Aurora said, her voice weak and quiet.

[auroraparrino]

ø, ✿, ✉, %, ♀

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[11:52pm] To: Dare ➝ I have work tomorrow lol, I should be asleep… But remember that time we stayed eating snacks after we snuck out of Zara’s party? damn it was like 4am. i miss doing that. I also kinda miss those cheap ass chips they sold there.. is that weird?

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

[10:33pm] To: Dare ➝ Guess who just got wine tipsyyy and bought new lingeriee with my girls? Red and black ones. and im realizing youu haven’t seen any of my new things since omerta. that sucks doesnt it :)

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

To: Dare ➝ I’m starting to miss you more and more and I don’t know if you feel that way too and it’s really fucking with my head dare. 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[9:43am] To: Dare ➝ Heyy… how would you feel about meeting me tonight at the golden apple around 7? ..you busy?

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

[11:41pm] To: Dare ➝ im sorry i know this is late… i don’t know what’s happening to me. i dont know what to do dare. do you think i mean more to people than the favors i can give them? am i just meant to give away? am i just not worth giving anything to? i just dont know anymore

[auroraparrino]

beep x5

6. A Taunting Text

[5:52pm] To: Dare ➝ I don’t think you’ve got what it takes, Dare~… If you want to prove you do, why are you too afraid to get over here?

3. A Scared Text

[1:04am] To: Dare ➝ theyre here

[1:10am] To: Dare ➝ please 

[1:10am] To: Dare ➝ please darius i can’t do this on my own

10. A Loving Text

[9:01pm] To: Dare ➝ It’s been years and I’m still right here, aren’t I? Idiot. No matter what you do, I’m always going to care for you.

2. A Sad Text

[4:12am] To: Dare ➝ I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’m so sorry, Darius… I’m so sorry but I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye but I can’t face anyone else. But after what I did to you in Omerta, I couldn’t leave without telling you either. 

[4:13am] To: Dare ➝ I’ll be gone in the morning. I’m so sorry. Thank you so much… for everything, Dare. Everything - even the bad. You are and always will be a part of who I am. You’re always going to be my friend

7. An Angry Text

[10:54] To: Dare ➝ Fine, if you don’t want to tell me what happened then you can fuck off. Fuck my help.

[10:54] To: Dare ➝ I hope you realize how much you’re acting like Vitto.

[auroraparrino]

Nosemaphobia, amnesiphobia 😏😏😏

PHOBIA DRABBLE PROMPTS

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Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

A bad chemical mix was bound to get him one day. Darius experimented far too much for Aurora’s liking and she wasn’t surprised the day he came to see her and he looked half dead with a fever. Taking the day off from work, she saw to it that he’d be taken care of despite his complaints. He could hardly walk so it was easier than usual to get him to obey her.

The high fever was starting to worry her. Aurora ended up skipping lunch to try and bring it down with a cold cloth to Darius forehead, some medication and an herbal remedy her mother would make her as a child. But no matter how bad his condition got, Darius still seemed to keep up that cocky nature of his. She smiled softly as he teased her for looking more tired than him. “… Shut up,” Aurora said in a low voice, smile ever present. “You’re the one who looks like a zombie.”

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Aurora didn’t know how long the amnesia would last… or if it would go away. Head traumas were a tricky thing. But she couldn’t lose hope. She spent every minute she could helping Darius at the hospital before he’d be discharged and go back outside to a harsh, confusing world. He was a blank slate now, so vulnerable and lost. While it broke her heart to see Darius like this and know he didn’t recognize her, there was something different in his eyes she could appreciate. 

She saw no reluctance to express himself. She saw genuine reactions and a man who didn’t remember all he’d done in his life. All the violence and agony was wiped away too. God, how she wondered what was best for him at this point. That he begin anew? Or that he get himself back. Trying not to be selfish, she still had no idea what would be the best for him. And yet she still tried to get him to remember. 

“… You, um…” Aurora smiled wistfully across the table from him. “You used to call me blackbird. Back in Omerta, we were-” Smile turned into a bit of a grin. “We were getting high in the forest and there was a red-winged blackbird singing that I loved. And he came down from his branch just absolutely amazing me because I was so high. You thought it was really funny at the time so the name for me stuck.” She explained, smile fading as she continued. Aurora knew he had no idea what she was talking about. Eventually, her gaze fell and she couldn’t hide the turmoil in her mind.