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lucian-delacroix‌:

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Lucian stated, acknowledging Dexter checking him out with neither annoyance nor surprise. As a Delacroix prince, he was used to being hit on, whether it be for actual attraction or for his wealth and status. With elbows on the railing, he glanced towards Dex and watched him take the pill.

“Not a knock off. Just…never taken one, and not too interested in starting now. They’ve been handing them out like bills at a strip club, so I’d like to think that what they’ve been giving are genuine.” Lucian shrugged, lidded eyes giving Dexter a once over.

“Who said I need it to last longer?” he asked, lifting a brow. There were plenty of pictures of the young prince floating around. Some with him and the rest of the family, but more in seedy places like this one. Looking at the little pill in his hand, he raised it to his lips as if to pop it into his mouth before stopping.

“You sure about that? You don’t know what you’re missing until you try it,” he said, the corners of his lips lifting into a slow smile as he held it in front of himself, almost offering it back to the prince. If he wanted it, Dexter would happily give it back. What he had said was true, they were floating around like candy. “You enjoying yourself here?”

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darius-shareef‌:

A slow smile crept upon Darius’ face at the insinuation this small action was fueled by revenge. Grinning, he idly tapped the gun against the back of Dexter’s head, lazy eyes watching as he squirmed. Darius was in no rush, his powers practically gluing the Saint to the wall while his hand lightly trailed the dip of Dexter’s spine.

“You think the likes of me would be tangled in your lowlife mess?” Darius asked, his words honey sweet despite the toxicity in the lilt of his voice. With an eyebrow raised, Darius simply chuckled, watching Dexter attempt to escape the trap of his abilities. Leaning into his ear, Darius allowed his words to coat Dexter’s mind, sinking into the depths of his thoughts.

“Your bounty’s what matters,” he purred, “so no hard feelings, right?”

He wasn’t getting out of this mess, no matter how much he fought his own limbs to just do something. So he stopped fighting, stopped straining so hard to get free. This man had him exactly where he wanted him, and there wasn’t much Dexter could do about that. It had been a bad idea, no, a terrible idea for him to follow him out here.

Take advantage indeed. “It seems that this lowlife mess interested you enough for you to get out here,” he snapped back, unable to help himself. It probably wasn’t the best idea to antagonize a man who could literally mobilize him, but at this point, Dexter didn’t much care.

A new wave of struggling washed over him with the man’s words. He knew about the bounty- he’d done more than enough to piss people back in Omerta off when he disappeared, but he refused to go back. “Just who the fuck are you?” he bit out with a snarl.

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rubendalgaard‌:

DATE: August 16, 2019

LOCATION: Residence of Ruben & Dexter 

STATUS: closed to @teleportdex

The soft jingle of keys was a loud interruption in the quiet night as Ruben struggled to unlock the front door. The small swigs of alcohol he stole while behind the counter at The Golden Apple never seemed like much until the end of the night came. Once the door was opened, it took another slow moment for him to quietly close and lock it behind himself. Cautious in his attempt not to disturb his roommate, he wandered to the kitchen in the dark, successfully navigating his way until he bumped his hip into the corner of the counter top. “Fuck.” 

When he finally reached his destination, he opened the refrigerator with great excitement, but then the lights were one and someone was talking to him. Instinctively, he jumped. The keys fell from his hand and the other balled into a fist as he turned to meet Dexter’s face. Immediately, his shoulders slouched and his fists relaxed. He rested his forehead against the refrigerator door as he waited for his heart to return to its normal pace, breathing in a deep breath and releasing it in a heavy, dramatic sigh. “I told you to stop doing that. Please stop doing that,” he insisted. “I’m going to punch you, one day.” 

He could tell the other man was trying to be quiet, but after the last few weeks that he had had, Dexter was on edge. To many people had reemerged from his past, had thrown it in his face for him to be comfortable in Athos, at least for the time being. But he was putting on a good show, at least in his mind. He had frozen, when he had first heard something coming from the front door, stomach dropping in anticipation over who could be after him this time. But the fact that they headed straight for the kitchen eased his worries. Only Ruben, he reassured himself as he quietly popped from his room to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Why are you slinking around in the dark?” he asked while flicking on the light switch so that he could actually see what his roommate was doing. It was always the same song and dance, Dexter teleporting to which ever room Ruben was in, him startling the other man, and then Ruben threatening him. And it never failed to amuse him. Lips quirking up into a smirk, he moved further into the room. “Where’s the fun in that? And you’d have to catch me first if you wanted to hit me, dear.” Peering at him from under his eyelashes, Dexter cocked his head to the side. “We both know you like it when I get your heart racing.”

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Thieves in the Night || Ivy & Dexter

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darknesscfivy‌:

Ivy watched him sniff the drink, and she snorted in amusement, catching his words through the music. “If I wanted you dead, Dexter, I wouldn’t poison you. It’s hardly my line of expertise. It’d be more along the term of total darkness before something sharp and pointy finds itself in your back.” She replied with a delighted smile, but there was not threat behind her words - not yet, at least. “Relax, you’re safe.” For now.

“So, how’s life been treating you lately? Stolen anything impressive yet?” She didn’t really know how to make small talk with people. She was an introvert, but not because she was insecure or anything ( it’s been a long time since she learned how to make herself feel secure ), but because she didn’t know how to talk to people in general. At his question, she shrugged. “I’m not really sure, if I’m honest. The drinks, I suppose. I like watching people fight, as well. There’s art in their fighting.” She replied, and flashed him a smile; “And you? What brings you here?”

Choosing to accept her words as truth, he took a swig from the glass. She had a point, from what Dexter knew about her, poison didn’t seem like her go-to. “Well, thanks for the drink. It was about time for me to make another stop at the bar, so you save me a trip.” His lips pulled up into a smile, as he dropped his eyes to meet hers. “Are any of us really ever safe?” His voice had dipped into a teasing tone.

Shaking his head, he shrugged. “Haven’t found anything worth taking in a while. The last job I pulled was probably the high of it all. What about you? Find anything interesting after I took the stash you were after?” he asked, cheeky grin twitching on his lips. Lowering the arm that was holding the drink to his side, his other hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans. “I left Omerta in a blaze of glory and needed somewhere to land. Athos seemed like as good a place as any to start over.”

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                                   Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up                         And all these voices in my head won't shut the fuck up

                                            Dexter Roland Harrington

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darius-shareef‌:

Take advantage. It was almost laughable, considering that was how Darius had made a living for the past decade, and for the foreseeable future as well. A soft gaze held Dexter’s, just for a moment, before approaching the man. With a few inches to spare between the two of them, Darius looked him over once, a tender touch trailing the side of Dexter’s neck.

The motion of pressing him face first into a wall was quick and practiced, his abilities leaving Dexter’s body against the wall heavy as lead. Imaginary strings held Dexter frozen, unmovable by anyone except for Darius’ own will. Leaning in slowly to Dexter’s ear, calm words were followed by the click of a gun to the back of his head.

“…let me guess, Dex. Was Athos your escape after that stint in Omerta?” Darius’ eyes were wide, almost curious and amused. “You caught quite a bit of attention back there.”

Feeling as if he was about to get lucky, it came as a complete surprise as his face connected with the hard stone of the wall. Swearing internally, Dexter’s body refused to move as he struggled with himself to fight back.

“Why’s it matter? Did I get someone you care about in trouble?” he all but snarled out the question. Having a gun pointed at you could bring out all sorts of reactions, and with him it brought out anger. His past was something that he had hoped would stay there. Dexter had been cautious, ever since fleeing from Omerta, and he had become lax in the security of the life he had built for himself.

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santanaminx‌:

Just as many people, Minx had heard about the Seraphim party taking place. Her eyes had been focused on the fight that was happening in front of her. She had seen Dexter before on the night but she hadn’t gone up to him. After that talk with him a week earlier, she had not spoken to him yet. Something that she had done on purpose, because talking to him had taken quite something on her; confusing most of all because even though she had been mad at him, they still had a history together.

It was due to her powers, that Minx knew right away how to react when she suddenly heard his soft voice next to her ear. His breath softly brushed against her skin and she was able to recognise him straight away by the scent of his cologne. She would always recognise that as his. Minx did not turn around as a smile formed on her lips. “I heard about this party just like many others, haven’t you? Or did you want to hear me saying that I came looking for you?”

As Minx asked the question, she looked up at Dexter over her shoulder, so she could face him. He was pretty close, definitely since he had been so close to her ear. “What makes you come over to here, Dex?”

“Well, of course you came looking for me, Santana. And I don’t blame you one bit,” Dexter said, smirk plastered on his lips. He was playing with fire, as he always was when it came to her, but especially after they had last left off. But, he couldn’t really find it in himself to care. The atmosphere, mixed with the alcohol, left him in this hazy, happy state.

“Admit it, you missed me,” he teased lightly, letting his eyes drift down to meet hers. He wondered if the party was affecting her like it seemed to be affecting him. Like it seemed to be affecting everyone around the pit. “Perhaps I just wanted to see what trouble you’re going to get yourself into tonight. I know it’s never far behind when you’re around.”

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Worth Your While I Evan and Dexter

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kingofkeigan·:

Evan shrugged. “Does it really matter?” He asked, staring down at the man. “You’ll be off the hook as soon as I get what I need and It’s looking like that’ll be sooner rather than later.” He didn’t like causing people discomfort. It’d never been his style. Personally, he preferred catching flies with honey rather than vinegar but now wasn’t the time to be picky. “Don’t worry. I don’t get off on this. You’ll be on your merry way as soon as possible and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Fair enough, Dexter.” He turned to go before stopping and looking back at him. “I have to ask: was it purposeful? Our introduction? Or just a fluke of the universe?” He didn’t understand how the saint’s gifts worked and this tidbit had been gnawing on him for quite a while. 

The King’s words eased him, at least a bit. All Dexter could really do was take him on his word, and hope that the man was telling the truth. If he wasn’t- well, he had experience betraying those who no longer held his support. Betraying a King would be a different kind of challenge, one he truly hoped he wouldn’t have to commit to. “Perfect. Glad we could have this little chat, Evan. Can I call you Evan?”

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, remembering just how the two of them had encountered each other that first time. “I wasn’t trying to see you in your drawers, if that’s what you’re asking. It was an error, despite how I loathe to admit that. There wasn’t some sort of agenda.” And if it had been, it had royally backfired on Dexter.

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Worth Your While I Evan and Dexter

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kingofkeigan‌:

“Well, it’s better than dancing around the truth,” Evan said, stoic as he stared at him. “I don’t want to do anything but I will.” He took a breath, staring at the man. “You’re smart. Good. I thought so.” Blackmail wasn’t his first instinct but it was a lot quicker than anything else and time wasn’t a large commodity. 

“You won’t have to do much. I just want you to relay the information that you get at Seraphim and beyond,” Evan explained. “I want to make sure that I’m getting all the information. I’ll give you more information on how to deliver it. Do you understand?” 

“You say better, I say impolite. But who am I to argue with a King.” This conversation left a bitter taste in his mouth. But if Dexter had to choose someone to pull his strings, a King that was offering all that this one was, would be his safest bet.

“And how long am I going to be your little spy? Is this a life sentence or like a 3-5 with a chance of parole?” Dexter asked, folding his arms across his chest. As long as that information was out there, Evan could keep him doing his dirty work for as long as he wanted. Would that be any better than facing the music back in Omerta? “I understand, Your Majesty. I think I liked you better before you knew my name.”

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theonlyjeanne‌:

Jeanne raised an eyebrow. “I’m not convinced. He’s cute I’ll give him that but he’s had his moment to shine. It’s time to make room for the new rulers of Instagram: corgis,” she joked. She considered making a joke about dethroning but figured it’d be in poor taste based on the state of politics.

“Coffee is the way to my heart,” she admitted before scrunching her face. “I think you’re getting to know me too well. I’m losing my air of mystery.” At his comment she rolled her eyes, “It’s a job, Dex. Doing work is part of it,” she pointed out, staring up at him. At his words, she grinned before abruptly ducking out from under his arm and taking it, dragging him towards the coffee shop. “Come on,” she practically yelled before stopping abruptly and turning to him. “I’m going to hold you to that. I’d die for a Danish right now.” She giggled, pulling him the rest of the way into the shop.

“If we’re going new rulers, we might as well just throw all dogs out the window. Birds are what’s popular now,” he decided, spitting out the first animal that popped into his head.

“What ever will you do now that I can read you like an open book, little J?” Dexter teased, letting his eyes meet hers. Choosing not to make a pointed comment on her line of work, he held up his free arm as if to surrender. Dragging his feet, with the sole purpose to annoy her, he slowed there path briefly enough that he wouldn’t meet her wrath at being held off from her caffeine fix.  “As you wish. The Danish shall be yours.... for a plus one.” Raising a brow, he stopped in front of the counter, curious what she would say to his bribe.

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Worth Your While I Evan and Dexter

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kingofkeigan‌:

Evan rolled his eyes at the man’s obvious advances. “Take it however you like,” Evan said, his tone noncommittal. 

“I’d prefer the old fashioned way,” Evan replied, leading the man out the door and into the cool night air. “Before you begin to panic I’m not ratting you out, at least not yet. Your connections here make you useful to me and as long as you remain useful I have no reason to turn you into the proper authorities,” he explained. “What’s more is that if you’re able to fulfill the role I give you then I can offer you sanctuary in Keigan as well as a comfortable bonus.” He looked the man in the eye, trying to see if he’d piqued his interest. “Are you interested or should I call my contacts in Omerta?”

“Well that’s no fun,” Dexter said, letting himself be led outside, the air having cooled since he had arrived hours earlier. If this man, this king, really knew what he claimed to, there wouldn’t really be a point to teleporting away. He had found him, by nothing more than his face, after all. It was safe to assume that his home would be no safer.

Listening, his lips pursed slightly. Pulling back from Evan, Dexter’s eyes narrowed. Of course. “You know, there’s an easier way to get something that you want than veiled threats. Had you simply asked, I would have most likely agreed willingly.” He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he thought over the offer. If it could even be called that. “Seeing as my only other option is to be dragged back to Omerta, I suppose you could say I’m interested.”

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Location: Seraphim Pit Date: August 2nd 2019 Availability: @santanaminx

Dexter saw her from across the room. Years ago, he had always been acutely aware of her whenever she was near. They had been like two magnets, back then. Pushing and pulling each other. The fact, that after all this time, he could still find her in a crowd, was something he didn’t want to think about too much. He was high on adrenaline, sinners too but those had just been taken. Since they had run into each other, Minx hadn’t been far from his mind. All the things that he had repressed, had fought to come to the surface. The memories- both the good and the bad coming through at random times.

Disappearing from the bar, and reappearing in the space next to her, he leaned in close, his lips ghosting lightly against her ear. “Haven’t seen you around here before, Santana. Come for anything in particular?” His voice was quiet, if he wasn’t speaking into her ear, there’s no doubt that Minx wouldn’t hear him.

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lucian-delacroix‌:

DATE: August 3rd LOCATION: The Seraphim Pit AVAILABILITY: open to everyone

The red pill that lay ominously in Lucian’s palm made his eyebrows furrow in mild anxiety. He had heard of Sinners before, but never embracing his identity as a Saint enough to build up the confidence to try one. The worry of potentially losing control and exposing himself as a Delacroix with powers was a constant worry that lingered at the back of his mind. 

When someone saddled up to him next to the railing, Lucian took the opportunity to make an attempt to get rid of the temptation, before his foolish behavior got him into more trouble than he wanted for the night. Extending the pill to the person beside him, Lucian cracked a small smile. “Here. Take it. I hear everyone’s been taking them tonight anyways.”

There was something intoxicating about a room full of people just enjoying the night by either dancing, drinking, or fighting. But something about tonight had everything amped up to a whole new level. Taking a break from the dance floor, Dexter navigated around bodies and into an empty space by the rail. Leaning against it, his elbows came up to rest against it while he took a moment to catch his breath.

The voice came as a surprise, causing Dexter’s eyes to seek out who had spoken. Landing on the man, he couldn’t stop himself from looking him up and down. Reaching out and taking the little pill, he lifted it between the two of them. “And why haven’t you taken it?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow. Lips raising into a smile, he shifted his gaze to the pill. “This some kind of knock off?”

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theonlyjeanne‌:

[Text: Dex -2 9:51 PM] I respect that but, if you do want to talk I’m here 🧡

[Text: Dex -2 9:51 PM] Fine, I’ll bump you back to where you were just this once. 

[Text: Dex -2 9:51 PM] If I could beat up the past for you I would or maybe just shift into them and fuck up their life in a really obnoxious way. 

[Text: Jeanne 9:52 PM] Thanks J. Love ya 🧡 [Text: Jeanne 9:52 PM] That’s not fair! :( I deserve to be at least -1 [Text: Jeanne 9:53 PM] You’d have a lot of people to shift into J.

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Bitch Came Back - Dexter x Minx

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santanaminx‌:

Minx could not do anything else than to believe Dexter when he told her that he would not have done this if she had been there. There was no way that she would be able to tell if he was lying about this. A deep sigh escaped from her as a sign that that part of the discussion was over. There was no point in continuing for now. Perhaps another time where she felt like fighting. Because the curiousity over what happened with Dexter after he had left was winning right now.

Why were they having this conversation? Because you left me when I needed you most. Because I had feelings for you and I think you know that. The words did not leave Minx. She could not say that because then the feelings she had for Dexter back then would be true. They had never talked about how they felt before he left. They were both not great in talking about feelings. “I guess I just hoped it was you.” That was not completely true because Minx had always known why Dexter had chosen that way. But she had wanted him with her back then.

Minx knew that Dexter said that the stealing became boring but she could not help it feel personal. The stealing, the darker side to it… It was who she was. Who was she if you took that away. The stealing kept her busy so she could keep the two kills she had done when arriving at Athos away in her head. “Breaking in also is possible without a trace,” she pointed out before another sigh escaped her again. “Can you only portal yourself in and out or can you take someone with you?”

This conversation, it had been one that he imagined they had time and time again. At least for the first several months after he left. The hurt that he had left in his wake was something that he thought would happen, but the confirmation made him ponder, for once, if he had gone about it the wrong way.

“I can’t change the person I am any more than you, Minx. We all have different parts of ourselves, and that one isn’t the biggest part. It never was,” his voice was soft, sincere. Dexter didn’t want her to mistakenly think that what was between them wasn’t real. Taking a step towards her, he placed a hand on her arm, fully expecting to be hit again. “Back when it all started, I tried to be that person. I became good at being that person, but it just didn’t feel right.”

A hint of a smile played on his lips with her words. Giving a slight shake of his head, Dexter just looked at her. “You’re right, It can be done. Sometimes. But I can do it every time. And in half the time.” Lifting an eyebrow, it was almost a challenge. It would have been a challenge in another time. “I can take someone with me. It can be tiring, and I can’t go as far with someone else, but I can do it.”