#m. corvus deville

[chaos-is-us]

@creation-is-chaos​ said:

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  (Amorette)

“I didn’t mean to. I’m just running late. Me and the girls were going to the skating rink.” She didn’t really need to mention that they were meeting up with some boys there. Amorette was aware of how... protective her father could be, and she didn’t want to make it such a huge deal in front of him. Right now, she wore a hoodie and some jeans. Which was uncharacteristic of her. “I’ll probably be back, I dunno - around ten tonight?”

[frigid-vitality]

@creation-is-chaos​​ said:

if you want peace, prepare for war.

From that phrase alone, Santiago could tell that his boss had some big plans afoot. That was the thing about Corvus - his cryptic words usually foretold some upcoming events. So, the fact that “war” was mentioned only solidified his assumptions that this would be something dire.

“Hm.” Saint hummed, clasping his fingers together against his abdomen, his eyes have yet to yield from looking to the other man. “...I don’t think I ever heard a truer statement, man. Don’t worry - I’m always ready. Me and you? We’re like family. Not by blood, but... by circumstance and choice. No matter the road you choose, I’ll be there by your side. A hundred percent.” 

[lavishbylaw]

"I see you, Cory." A small phrase came so sudden. Outside, standing on the back porch of their home did she find her husband with a cigarette betweenst his lips. "What happened to reading? Did the book stress you out that much?"

@creation-is-chaos

[frigid-vitality]

@creation-is-chaos said:

❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat .

In this life, there always came a time where bosses and associates of different families crossed paths - whether it be planned, suddenly, or anywhere in between. It was easy for things to get out of hand with even just a simple nasty look. Some rivals tried to be diplomatic in the face of opposition, but some relied on impulsive decisions to lead them astray. This was one of those times where someone's mouth got them into trouble.

Saint didn't particularly like to bring Corvus out "in the field" when it was not necessary. But he wanted to show face to their adversaries who'd been causing a shift of trouble in Corvus' territory. Sometimes it took the mafioso to show up to straighten things out. ....So, why did their efforts only cause them to end up in a fist-to-face battle?

As Corvus was busy incapacitating one of the rivals, Saint has been dealing with the other one. Unfortunately, this rival landed a hit on him and caused him to stumble back against a nearby wall in disorientation. Bloody and bruised from the conflict, Saint pushed his body from the wall and shook his head to gain his senses back. As his vision started to clear, he took notice of his matchup heading towards Corvus with weapon drawn. That was it. A line had been crossed and there was no turning back from it.

A rush of desperation came over him as he sprinted towards the adversary's back. Quickly, Saint hooked his arm tightly around the rival's neck, jerking his body away from Corvus' direction in case of gun discharge.

"You shouldn't have did that, you dumbass bitch! You shouldn't have fuckin' did it - " Saint voiced through gritted teeth, an obvious rage as his hold on the rival's neck only tightened until -

SNAP!

A swift and quick turn of the man's neck left him lifeless. His body soon collapsed to the floor, the weapon landing just beside him. Saint looked over the man's body and shook his head while finally catching some breaths. Eventually, he turned his eyes up to look to Corvus - who he assumed was trying to reel in from the event, too.

"Shit, man - Shit. Fuck - I'll get this mess cleaned up. Don't worry 'bout it, aight?" He attempted to reassure Corvus about the circumstances. Saint was no amateur towards disposing bodies but this was messy. He just knew there were going to be loose ends to get tied up in all of this.

Yet, as Saint was concerned about the aftermath of this confrontation, he hadn't noticed that Corvus had neared him. Well, not until Corvus' lips had found their way to his own. It was a surprise, to say the least. One that he was not looking for. One that he has never had from him before. And with his adjusting adrenaline, Saint just stared at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth. What the hell was he suppose to do?! What was he suppose to say!?

"..." He was frozen in silence, his eyes shifting about their environment as if he was looking for an answer. Drawing his tongue along his bottom lip, Saint put his hands to his head and paced slowly before Corvus. He looked to the bodies of the men for a few seconds before looking back to his boss - his boss that just kissed him! "Huh?! What - I - What was that? Is this something new I don't know about or - Shit! Fuck, man! Fuck! Why?"

[frigid-vitality]

@creation-is-chaos​​ said:

[ getaway ] in the midst of a chase, the car of our muses break down

Despite how careful and discreet someone may be, this line of work often did come with short surprises of the police investigating criminal activities. Most of the times, it wasn’t just a certain person’s fault; Sometimes, the police can catch wind of possible meetings.

Lately, the police department have been trying their best to get Corvus to come meet them in the station for a conversation. They just needed something - any little thing to try to get him booked in there. So, Saint can’t say that he was surprised to see a couple of police units waiting nearby for them when they pulled up to “meet” someone.

“...We got company - You see that? Looks like somebody is spreadin’ some information ‘bout where you goin’, huh?...” He asked while taking a brief glance of the police cruiser that pulled up behind them. For now, he refused to acknowledge them too much. In fact, Saint even pulled out onto the street and started to drive off. ...And that move only made the police officer flick their siren lights on at them.

“... Nah. Nah, nah. It don’t look right - It don’t... It don’t seem right.” Santiago shook his head at the possibility of them being pulled over and taken down to the police station. He didn’t even want to speak with this officer at all. Right now, he wanted to leave - get away from this scene and lose the attention. So, once they got to the next intersection, Saint pushed his foot down on the accelerator and quickly turned down a different street. This decision earned a full siren blast from the police vehicle that started to speed after them, initiating a bit of a chase.

Saint maneuvered the vehicle down many streets - weaving between a few cars here and there as best as he could. It seemed like they were making some distance in their sudden getaway.... until the car’s engine seemed to start sputtering.

“....Are you fuckin’ serious - are you - shit!” He said with furrowed brows, a look of slight worry rising to his face. He tried to press his foot more on the accelerator, but... they only seemed to be slowing down instead. Quickly turning the steering wheel, Saint ducked them off into the nearest alleyway while shaking his head. This is the worst possible time for their car to breakdown on them. The price of using a decoy car, perhaps.

By the time they’d got into the alleyway, the car completely went to a complete halt. Yanking the keys out of the ignition, Saint turned to look at Corvus with a concern. “Shit - we gotta go, man - Like, right now! SHIT. Shit, what you wanna do? You wanna go one way and I go another, or do you wanna stick together? Either way, we better hurry the hell up -”