#p:dan

[yvesdemetz]

@yvesdemetz: Joyeux anniversaire, mon petit frère.

[yvesdemetz]

Who am I to you? (Dan)

With the exception of his kids? The most important person in his life.

That’s his little brother. Best friend. The only family he has left that never turned his back on him. There’s nothing Yves wouldn’t sacrifice to make sure he’s happy and safe, and that absolutely includes his own happiness and safety. 

Even as far as siblings go, they’re very close. Their parents never approved of their mob ties, so once they came to light, they were essentially disowned, and only had each other. Dan might’ve left for Launceston eventually, but things never changed. They’re fiercely loyal, and even more so, protective. If you fuck one over, you better hide from the other, because they sure don’t forget. 

Dan is the unhinged, aggressive one, and Yves is the cold, calculating one. They complement each other pretty well in the business sense. But they also temper. Reel each other in. I’m pretty sure one without the other would be a fucking catastrophe for anyone who happened to get in their way, so plz leave Dan alone. 

[valxxcastillo]

Everything’s Bigger in Texas | Dan & Val

Background: Now that he’s reached a stable place and has gotten back on his feet for the most part, Dan decided he was ready to sell his parents’ house. He didn’t want to go alone, so of course he invited Val to go along with him. The two of them boarded a plane Sunday morning, making a two-day stop in New York (in which Dan made sure Valentina got a taste of the exquisite parties he used to go to when he still lived there) and it is now Wednesday. They’ve landed in Texas and Dan rented a car to drive them to his childhood home. This para begins when they arrive.

{ @dansinclair }

Valentina wasn’t so sure her limbs and muscles were still functional. The rental truck sat in front of what Dan called a house, but if Val had to give it a name, she’d probably use something more along the lines of a goddamn huge-for-no-fucking-reason mansion. She sat perfectly still in the passenger’s seat, her mouth wide open as her eyes drifted over the giant luxurious home. Obviously she was no stranger to the fact that Dan was much more than plain old filthy rich, but this was just... It left her speechless and motionless for at least a minute, and by the time her muscles melted and she could move again, she still wasn’t quite certain what she should say. Val reached over and opened the truck door, slowly sliding out with her eyes on the mansion the entire time. “Dan...” she eventually got out, but no other words would come. Her own family had struggled with money more times than she could have counted, and never in her life had she seen any property so glamorous. The thought of stepping inside even made her uncomfortable for a moment, mostly since she knew he and his parents had probably taken it all for granted while they lived here, instead of living paycheck to paycheck as often as the Castillos had. 

[odeliahayes]

To Be Alone;

She was... ignoring him. That was plain and simple. Did she want to? Of course not, he’d been on her mind all day, all the time, since that night they survived. She realized she opened herself a little too much, so she did the mature thing: she avoided the one person she actually liked around here. How typical of her, but she wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Not when she knew if she actually opened up, it’d blow up in her face. She had went to check up on Lucas a few times, relieved to find him okay. But other than that, she was trying to pretend the night didn’t exist. Her best method was relieving her frustrations with her training. She wasn’t sure what caused it, she was thinking perhaps it was around when she moved onto kickboxing that she felt her knuckles split. As if that wasn’t enough, she had gone harder and heard a snap in her bones. “Fuck!” She yelled in frustration, kicking the bag so hard it fell off its hook. She looked around her, glaring at those in the training room with her before making her leave. Usually, she would’ve went to Dan’s for him to fix her up but instead she knew she’d be going to the nurses to help her out.

Upon exiting the building, head down while holding onto her hand, she bumped into someone. It’s going to be him isn’t it? Looking up, she sighed. Her dumb luck. “Um, I hurt my hand I have to go,” she mumbled, brushing past him. She felt guilty for brushing him off like that, but she was too embarrassed from what happened. She made her interest in him apparent, and he had actually said something nice to her that actually meant something to her. It was her natural reaction to close up again after opening up; surely he couldn’t blame for that, right? 

[valxxcastillo]

Don’t Call Me Your Woman | Dan & Valentina

{ @dansinclair }

“It’s no frittata, but it’ll do.” Val walked over to the pot of chili that stood cooking on the stove, opening the lid and setting it aside. Instead of plates, she had individual bags of Nacho Cheese Doritos sitting atop the island in the center of her kitchen. Laying out beside the bags were bowls filled with different ingredients for tacos: sour cream, shredded cheese, hot salsa, etc. She turned in Dan’s direction and told him, “Alright, this is how my own lower-middle class family did things back when I was a kid.” She walked over to the island and picked up one of the bags, keeping it closed as she crushed up the chips inside. When they were sufficiently crumbled, she opened the bag and instructed him by saying, “Now you throw some chili and whatever toppings you want in and use a spoon to mix it all up, and you can eat it right out of the bag.” Her doorbell chose to ring at that exact moment, and with a groan Val put her bag down and said, “Get started without me, I’ll be right back.”

[odeliahayes]

Exile; Odelia & Dan

It wasn’t like she was going to feast today anyways, she didn’t have much of a choice on what she was given. Odelia had barely requested something more for Passover, but the runners could only come back with what they could. “What’s the point?” one of them asked her once in regards to her religion and she only responded with a hiss while she restrained herself from starting a fight. But the fresh fruit and game meat was all she had for today, which was fine, she wasn’t indulgent. She was just going back to the house when she saw Daniel again by the edge of town where she lived. It was strange, she had really only given him the time of day out of everyone else but she still couldn’t say she liked him. She mostly didn’t want to. Approaching closer, she was just about to greet him when she saw him with a child, escorting him out towards the gates. He looked sickly, as if he had the virus. It could’ve been just something else. 

Before she knew what she was doing, Odelia was shouting at Daniel to stop while her feet were running against the ground. “Fucking hell, he’s just a child!” She scolded, running out of the gates with the child and her food in hand. She barely noticed Daniel running after her, yelling at her as well as she thrusted the fruit into his hands. “Here, it’s Passover. It’ll help.” She whispered almost frantically, her hands shaking as she could feel her tattoo start to itch, as if she was preparing to get another tally mark, another lost child on her behalf. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ll get you back in.” Her voice shook as her hands enveloped the child’s, pushing the food into his hands with a frantic look in her eyes.

[hookmytrixie]

heaven knows we belong way down below // @daxie

Não era de se negar que Trixie apreciava uma boa festa, sempre fazia questão de aproveitar o que o local lhe oferecia, se divertia ao máximo e elogiava o anfitrião sempre que possível. Mas ao mesmo tempo, ela sabia bem quando uma festa podia ser considerada, bem, ruim. Estava sentada em um sofá, espremida entre dois casais praticamente engolindo uns aos outros, fumando um baseado suspeito e bebendo uma bebida barata. Ela realmente não sabia bem como havia parado ali, muito menos onde estava. Sabia que havia seguido alguns de seus colegas de classe depois de beber muitos mojitos e ali estava. Pelo menos, quando chegou, estava em um grupo, mas parecia que a maioria das pessoas já havia arrumado uma distração ou ido embora, o que era a opção mais provável considerando o nível do local onde se encontrava, e ela seria a próxima, se perguntando como conseguiu ficar tanto tempo dentro daquele lugar.

Jogou o resto do cigarro dentro do copo em sua mão, o apoiou em uma das mesas lotadas com objetos similares e se pôs porta afora. O ar fresco acariciou sua pele suavemente, substituindo o ar pesado e quente do lugar onde estava anteriormente enquanto tocava suas pernas desprotegidas, e a menina começou a caminhar, aos poucos tendo ciência de sua real localização. Não estava muito longe da Delta, mas também tinha a sensação de que não queria realmente voltar para casa. Ainda era um pouco mais de meia noite, e esse não era o horário padrão de Trixie, principalmente em uma sexta feira perfeitamente comum. Foi quando se viu passando pela Kappa, observando a casa praticamente vazia, com poucas luzes acesas, mas como se fosse uma peça do destino, uma delas foi reconhecida como a de seu amigo Dan, a mesma pessoa que era conhecida por ela mesma como o salvador de todas as suas noites ruins.

Já era de costume que ela passasse um tempo dentro da Kappa, então entrou sem ao menos olhar para os lados e ver quem realmente estava em casa e subindo as escadas em direção ao quarto do rapaz. Era estranho como em tão pouco tempo ela já considerava aquele lugar sua segunda casa, reconhecendo quase todos os quartos e tendo contato com a maioria dos moradores, o que ela sinceramente achou que iria acontecer de qualquer forma pelo que sempre leu sobre a casa nas mensagens de seu irmão. Bateu na porta de madeira do quarto rapidamente, já a abrindo com uma mão sob os olhos. –Por favor, me diz que eu não interrompi nada ou que você ta descente. - Disse, com um sorriso nos lábios, pouco importando se realmente alguma das duas coisas fosse verdade. –Mas de qualquer forma eu preciso muito ficar completamente fora de mim e eu sei que só você pode me ajudar nisso.- 

[hookmytrixie]

i know places we can hide \\ @daxie {GDP}

Se tinha uma coisa que Trixie ainda não havia feito naquela festa, era se intoxicar o suficiente. Não tinha tanto tempo assim que a mesma começara, mas nesse tempo, a coisa que mais lhe surpreendeu foi não encontrar o seu fornecedor de entorpecentes número um.  Enquanto procurava, não pôde deixar de observar um pouco a festa acontecendo ao seu redor, as paredes ocupadas totalmente por corpos pressionados contra elas, pessoas dançando sem pudores umas com as outras, o cheiro de suor e maconha impregnava o ambiente e por pior que fosse, a menina conseguia achar algum tipo de conforto nele, não por ser tão familiar, mas por lhe trazer boas memórias, intensas, mas boas de qualquer maneira. O som estava alto o suficiente para embaralhar seus pensamentos, e quando deu por si, não sabia nem onde estava indo, parando apenas quando viu as escadas a sua frente.

Deu um trago no baseado que tinha entre os dedos e subiu os degraus. Se o primeiro andar já tinha uma atmosfera sexual digna de alunos de faculdade com hormônios á flor da pele, o segundo era mais animado ainda. As pessoas se pressionavam contra as paredes e entravam nos quartos sem ao menos olhar para trás. Trixie não sabia bem o que estava fazendo ali de fato, mas continuou andando, até achar uma porta semiaberta quase no final do corredor. O cheiro que saia do quarto era tão forte que ela não teve dúvidas de quem estava ali dentro. Empurrou a porta e não se surpreendeu ao ver o menino sentado de pernas cruzadas sozinho, em frente a uma mesa cheia de drogas variadas, manuseando algumas. –Dan! Justamente quem eu estava procurando. - Sorriu, caminhando em direção á mesa, se sentando ao lado do menino copiando suas pernas cruzadas, sem ligar muito para o fato de estar de vestido. –O que você tem pra mim? - Disse batendo os cílios, com a melhor cara de inocência que podia fazer, levando o baseado aos lábios e continuando a encarar o menino.