#p;dante

[jamesonreece]

Catching Up || J.R. x Dante

Jameson-Reece wasn’t one to remember even the most influential people in his childhood. He pretty much just remembered his parents being there for him until the divorce—well, his parents and Dante. His admiration for Dante knew no bounds. He’d been head over heels for the man since he was seven, nearly worshipping the ground he walked on when he was a child. Jameson absolutely hated those stupid fucking dinners his dad would drag him and his mother to. He could remember one of the first ones, meeting Dante’s parents and their beautiful son for the first time. Jameson’s eyes lit up like wildfire at the sight of him but the rest of him stayed quiet and shy, hiding behind his father’s leg as he starred from afar. But Dante was always so welcoming and kind to him, little Jameson was scared but still wanted to be around him. He didn’t know if he wanted to be Dante or if he wanted to have Dante hold his hand. Either way, growing up with him was wonderful. Dante could always ease his pain and wipe away his tears as if he were Jameson’s guardian angel.

Jameson stood outside of Dante’s door, his breath nervous and shallow. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he glanced down to the groceries in his hands. Why was he so utterly terrified? Something about not seeing the love of his life for years and now he was making dinner with him and hopefully other things would ensue afterwards. He slowly set down the bag and sighed before knocking on Dante’s door and waiting for an answer, his muscles tensed up.”Just be cool...” he whispered to himself as he watched the door open. “H-Hi, Dante!”

@dantes-got-jazz

[tenebrae--aeternae]

Taking a seat the bar, Alexander rolled the glass of whiskey between his palms. Part of him was still unsure of what purpose he had for being here... or how he had even convinced himself to keep his word. Arrangements such as these were ones he could not deny, though. It was a promise of a kind, and as a child, they were the ones he had been taught to keep. Others could be broken, but not like these. Not when it was Dante or someone else he new making the request. Alexander creased his brows as he pulled himself out of thought. Another drink would do no harm, seeing as whoever was coming had not arrived just yet.

[capitalisnefas]

Don't chase the rabbit

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

The cold air softly touched the boy’s skin as he tried to cover himself with the slight pice of clothing he was wearing. There was a clear trail of sadness as his eyes set on the children that played on the park. They didn’t seemed to mind the cold breeze, but then again, why would they mind when they were wearing such warm clothes? He’d been looking at them for hours as he sat down on his usual spot.

Parents warned them not to go near, as if he would harm them somehow, or give them the plague. He just wanted to be part of it all, to be accepted as them, to be able to go out and play. But he’d been told that was dreaming to far and of course doing that was impossible. A light sigh left his lips as a tall man approached him and quickly took a sit beside him. “What are you doing Dante? Should you be working?” The young boy didn’t had to turn around to know who it was, Hamish, the closest thing to a parent Dante has ever known and yet he’s the one that will drive him to perdition. 

No word came from his lips, he barely shrugged as his eyes continued to longingly look at the children, those normal children, those children who had everything and yet acted like if they had nothing. The man ran a hand tenderly though the boy’s head causing him to jump a little, physical interaction was something he wasn’t used to. “Get to work before Adam comes, or you know you’ll get in trouble boy, and there’s nothing anyone could do to get you out of that one.” And he knew it very well. Last time he had been caught up without working hadn’t been precisely the best of his times. 

Another light sigh left the boy’s parted lips and he stood up, it was better to start now. The sooner he started, the more things he’ll be able to steal from the people on the park and therefore, the sooner he’ll be able to get off duty. No, it wasn’t the ideal life style but it was his life, and there really was nothing he could do about it, he’d learn that a while back.

[thewolf--keir]

24hrs || Keir & Dante

Keir felt the weight of the keys in his hand and grinned, almost bouncing as he headed towards the car.  Driving a Lamborghini was different than driving a Ducati.  His fingers twist anxiously, wanting to feel the rev of the engine under his touch, despite the fact he had ridden in the car once before.  There was a difference between being a passenger and a driver.  Although driving a Lamborghini to pick up things for his room might be overkill, honestly, any chance to drive it and Keir would take it.  He wanted to revel in the feeling of it roaring to life and bending to his will.

"No scratches, dings, or anything.  Promise," he said, smiling back at Dante, "else you can take my Ducati for a spin.  24 hours."  After all, the Lamborghini was as much Dante's baby as the Ducati was Keir's.  He wouldn't forgive any damages to the sleek machine.  Sliding into the driver's seat, he waited for Dante to seat himself before he turned to him, "where to?  You'll need to give me directions."