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[elisa-morcno]

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It’s a simple life for Ian Sorrano— or so it may seem, now. On the outside, he is repented and reformed, living a normal life and dedicating his all to greater things. Like lunch breaks. At his husband’s business. They always come with a price. The minute he finds himself up close and personal with the furry friend on a questionably long leash, he finds a tickle of a sneeze coming. “El,” he forces her name out, putting on stressed smile as he holds the door. “I.. well, this is awkward.”

Always is, running into friends and family of those from the old days. “Still fighting the good fight?” Because fuck her brother.

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Elisa had done everything to distance herself from the world her brother was in, particularly after the events of the storm. What she had failed to account for, however, was just how small the island was. She could run all she wanted, but the only way to sever the ties completely would be to leave, which she’d already tried. “That’s a word for it,” she replied through an almost stifled awkward laugh. “I don’t know about fighting, between the hospital and this one, I barely have time to sleep,” she attempted to joke, gesturing to the restless furball nudging at her legs.

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“You sound like mom.” There isn’t any sort of fondness there. It’s not that Dante holds no love for the woman, but he certainly isn’t happy being harped on, constantly. Kind of like right now. “Forgive me for being presumptuous, Elisa, but help is neither wanted nor needed.” There’s a moment of silence in the wake of his harsh refusal, hand rising so that he might rub at his jaw. A sigh would expel itself from his very core, and Dante glances around before focusing on her alone. “I assure you, I am exceedingly careful.”

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Elisa knew enough at this point to just drop it. To just walk away. That she needed to accept that Dante was not her problem, and whatever he got himself into was not on her. It would be a lot easier for her, and probably from him too. 

But that was much easier said than done. 

Taking a deep breath to center herself, she met his gaze as it settled back on her. “I wish I could believe that. Just remember, I’m not the one to call from jail when you’re not careful enough.”

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for @rcstlcss-nights (ian)

“Ay! Calmate!” Elisa scolded her dog as they attempted to make their way into the vet’s office. Like every other dog, Luna hated her check ups, doing everything in her power to make the walk from the car to the door as impossible as she could. Still not quite used to her new larger size, the dog had almost managed to knock her over twice in the process. As she reached out the place her hand on the door, the dog made her stumble again. Elisa caught herself just in time for the door to open, and a familiar face to appear.

“Hello, Ian. How are you?”

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Long shifts that ended in the early morning always called for breakfast at Cee’s. She could already taste the coffee and eggs as she walked through the door, her stomach growling as soon as the familiar smell hit her nose. Scrolling aimlessly through her phone as she waited for her order, she pushed it aside the moment her plate was placed in front of her, shoveling the eggs into her mouth in the least graceful manner. The speed caused her to choke, coughing up a small piece of egg onto the table in front of her.

Sheepishly, she looked up to see someone standing in front of her table. “Please tell me you didn’t see that.”

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If there was one thing Elisa did not expect when leaving her house that day, it would be running into her cousin that had gotten away, and stayed away. Something somewhere in the back of her mind she wish she had also been able to do when she had left. “María!” she exclaimed, her face softening from shocked annoyance into a broad smile as she realized who it was that had addressed her. 

“I’m alright, nothing new to report here. How are you? When did you get here?” she replied, hiding the tiniest bit of annoyance that she had not known that her cousin was on the island. It was refreshing, having a member of the family actually happy to see her lately. For her own sake, she had kept her distance from her brother after the storm, and the pain of that still dug at her as she looked at her cousin, realizing how much she missed what they had been once. 

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There was some hesitation in María when she saw her cousin in the distance and weighted if she should approach her or not, a hesitation that perhaps should’ve embarassed her. It was a short moment, that after being gone encountered María walking towards Elisa, greeting her with a warm smile. “Hey, prima. How are you doing?”  

Meeting with Elisa was something that María had been posponing ever since she got to Wickway, partly because she knew it had been a while since the last time they talked and María knew it was mainly because of her. Of course, it wasn’t because she disliked Elisa, on the contrary; María had some great ( most of the times, the only ) good memories from her childhood with her. But that was why she felt like her cousin might hold her radio silence against her (and if she did, María would know she was on her right to do so.) “I’m not sure if you knew I was back in town, but I’m glad we found each other.”

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“Bold of you to assume..” Trailing off, Dante stuffs his free hand into his pockets, doubly irritated now that he’s lost his chance to counsel his client. The hand at his jaw slides behind his neck, squeezing the tension out of hit as he bows his head. “You think that little of me, huh?” There’s an amused laugh lodged in his throat, forced down by old wounds and even older pain. “Here’s the the thing, Eli. I get paid to do my job, just as everyone else here does. Part of that job is getting ahead, and you may have just cost me dearly.”

Other hand dropping, he looks at his younger sister, only exhaustion shining through. “You’re not helping anyone.”

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There was once a time Dante did not make her want to pull her hair out, and this was one of those times she wished they could just go back to then. Time, however, has other, much crueler plans for the siblings.

“Oh, spare me,” she all but snapped, annoyance bubbling to resentment as he spoke, “I’m sure you’ll get another chance, hermano. You may be dramatic, but you’re also clever enough to figure something else out.” 

Letting out a sigh, she felt the all too familiar of defeat rush through her, “Because the one person I want to help, never seems to want it. Or realize they need it.”

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“Carina, mi corazón! Where the hell have you been?” she replied happily, pulling the other woman into a tight hug. Pulling away after a moment, she laughed softly as she shook her head. “I promise to make today far less painful than whatever my idiot brother has put you through. That bad, huh?”

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“Elisa, darling! My, oh my, it has been a hot minute since we’ve seen each other. You look absolutely beautiful! I’m so glad we could do this today, you know? Your brother has been a pain in my neck, and I really could use some sisterly affection right now.” 

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“Elisa,” Dante starts in, exasperated as he turns his attention on her just long enough to utter her name. It is in the span of those few seconds that his window closes. Dominic is gone from his view. “Jesus fucking Christ—” One more annoyed look is passed around the space, but everyone seems to just bleed together. They’re just faces and bodies and strained voices, all vying for the spotlight. A hand comes up, fingers rubbing at his jaw as if relieving the stress that resides there. “Breathing is a scene, in your book.” As if proving his own damn point, Dante takes a deep, exaggerated breath.

Her teeth ground together as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Only when it comes you you, big brother. Most others don’t seem to have the same flair for the dramatics. Or the temper,” she quipped, not taking her eyes off of him. 

She didn’t even have to turn to see who he was looking for to know enough about his plans. Even if this was it for their interaction, she could at least intervene on what could have happened.

“There are too many people here. So spare yourself the embarrassment and save your squabbles for somewhere a little more discreet. These people don’t need anything more right now.”

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

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📲   for a TEXT. 📞  for a VOICEMAIL. 💌  for a LETTER. 📹  for a PRE-RECORDED VIDEO.

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Elisa had never wanted to leave a room more, even with the storm brewing outside. Being locked in a room with every person she wanted to avoid was not her ideal way to wait it out. She felt liked a caged animal.

The familiar voice rang in her ears for a moment before she could place it. The recognition made her tense, having not heard it directed at her in a very long time. And mostly because of her own doing. Taking a moment to let out a breath, she slowly stepped out his way while turning to face him, knowing the look on his face all too well. 

“I hope you’re not planning on making a scene.”

His right thumb has been rubbing an endless pattern into the soft flesh of his left hand, the space between index finger and thumb beginning to feel raw from abuse. The least noticeable way to expel his pent up energy, it’s his only tell that speaks to his mood. He’s irritated; bothered to his core by what is happening around him though for all the wrong reasons. One glimpse of Dominic has him moving, a speech already prepared in his head. He’s given it so many times now, he’s lost count. Tonight would be yet another— but she’s in his way.

With no way to pass by without some sort of confrontation, Dante stares at the back of his little sister’s head. It would be two beats before he speaks up. “You mind?”

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【 adria arjona, cisfemale, 33, reyes cousin 】this just in - ELISA MORENO has been in wickway for TWENTY FIVE YEARS (left for college + few years following). apparently SHE is a NURSE and a CIVILIAN, or so HER passport says. so far it’s known that SHE favors OFF THE HOOK, and resides at ELRY CAY. SHE is also said to be HARD WORKING & LOYAL, but also IMPATIENT & GUARDED. at the end of the day, SHE can be described as FAINT TRACE OF COFFEE, RAY BANS & MESSY BUNS.

Wickway is in Elisa’s blood. 

Her entire life, she proudly proclaimed that she belonged to the island, and saw no reason for her to leave. The family had chosen it as their home, and so it would also be her forever home. Growing up, she was instilled with pride of what the family had built there, and with the drive to do whatever it took to keep it alive. Everything she ever needed was catered to, surrounded by family who always provided for each other. 

In her eyes, she and Dante were a princess and prince, living their lives surrounded by the love and care of their families. Elisa idolized her brother, to a fault at times, which led to some interesting stories for them to tell later on. With him around, she felt unstoppable, as if there was nothing she could not do. He would always be there for her, she knew that much.

That feeling changed the day he left.

It was if she had been broken out of trance she had been placed under at birth. Reality knocked through her, as she came to terms with everything. If he could leave, then maybe she should too. See the world outside of the bubble of safety that finally seemed to pop. Soon enough, she had graduated and was road tripping to start her new life in California, the furthest she could think to go. 

A degree and a new job later, Elisa had just gotten comfortable when a fateful visit home to see her newly returned brother. The happiness and excitement of him back on Wickway drained the moment she saw his hands. Words escalated to shouting, and she found herself on the next plane back to Los Angeles, with no plans to return. 

But fate had other plans for the younger Moreno.

Through a series of unforeseen events, Elisa found herself in an office at Wickway General, just after the mess of the Santoro’s had finally come to an end. Despite the gang dissipating as a threat, the lines had been drawn even still. She had been raised to be loyal to the Reyes and Morenos, and that’s what she would do. 

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