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‘‘–Seriously because.. I don’t know what hurts more.’‘ He says with a half attempt at a shrug, making a face at the latina. ‘‘Make it easier. Kill me already.’‘

             dark gaze are calculating, doll like features ANYTHING BUT sweet. she’s circling him, observing what damage her men had done. and then she stops in front of him, annoyance evident in her face as a small hand moves to reach for his chin. ❝ i DO NOT appreciate having one of MY MEN in the hospital by the hand of a ROTTEN ROSE. ❞ words are sharp, most even forced through gritted teeth. and she tilts his head to observe the wound she’d inflicted the moment he hurt her member, a dagger straight to the shoulder, sure to have nipped his shoulder blade. ❝ more. ❞ mariana instructs to the man in charge of their captive as she releases his face, turning on her heels to move in the familiar guy’s direction.

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DIMITRI.

‘‘if you think.. ho paura dei meathead con le armi? you got another thing comin’ mariana.’‘ there’s no emotion in his tone this time, eyes darting around the area before they settle back on her own again. ‘‘really? everything gotta be in your control?’‘ dimitri utters with a laugh, moving his hands back to the table as his fingers drum along the surface. ‘‘everything havin’ to be in your control.. now that’s hot.’‘ shooting a look over to her, he moves back to his original side of the table sinking back in his seat. ‘‘hm?  reconsider what?’‘

            of course she understood and could speak ITALIAN. that and FRENCH but she’d never admit to knowing four languages freely. french had been obtained through her STUDIES in SCHOOL. italian, however, had been taught to her by the LATE ANARCHY LEADER. mostly because there were quite a few italian mob ties in the mafia world. ❝ you should be. ❞ the latin leader hums out, amusement flickering in dark hues. ❝ our aim is... IMPECCABLE. they will NOT miss and daddy cannot save you when you’re DEAD.❞ she’s poking at his weaknesses, eager for a reaction. because, well, her amusement seemed to be lessening and her boredom increasing. ❝ reconsider your choice of words. ❞ mariana deadpans, as though that should’ve been obvious. but she moves to grab a fistful of his shirt in a small hand, tugging him down towards her so that full lips hover over his ear. ❝ i’m in control on the streets, not quite in the sheets. ❞ and she’s patting his chest sarcastically as she releases him.

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DIMITRI.

‘’that’s me. bold & thriving in trouble.’‘ brows raise in an amused, yet challenging manner as he hears her words. there she seemed to strike some nerve in him, fingers drumming along the table more impatiently. dimitri leans over the table as if he’s going to make the bold move to kiss her, forehead just resting against her own. ‘‘y’wouldn’t mind if i bite though?’‘ he mumbles, reaching down to grab a fry off his plate without breaking the eye-contact.  dimitri stands from his seat and moves to the otherside where she’s sitting, hand immediately coming to rest in on her thigh. ‘‘think you’re gon’ find out how wrong y’are about us italians. get your ass up, and i’ll show you a great time.’‘

            her features remain blank even as he moves to lean over the table, forehead pressed against her own. and then she furrows her brows, a slow frown finding doll like features. further deepening as his hand moves to her thigh. not because she’s uncomfortable but because she is never alone and it is utterly foolish of him to be whispering in her ear with more than half the place infiltrated with HER MEN. her ARMED MEN. thus, her head tilts curiously. ❝ unless you WANT your brains blown out, i’d keep my hands to MYSELF. ❞ her voice is even softer now, a whisper. ❝ i don’t like being told what to do, moretti. ❞ the latin leader muses, amused grin on heart shaped plump lips. she remains sitting, because of this, arms crossed over her chest. ❝ reconsider. ❞

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BIG B( R )OTHER.

‘‘see? i’m not just full of wisdom, mija. i’m full of great ideas.’‘ lowering his head for a moment at her words because he’s trying to hide the smile fighting it’s way onto his features. if only she knew.. what he’d been harboring would be with hiim for life, hell it may end up sending him away for life. but as long as it remain buried, she wouldn’t.. can’t find out about it. ‘‘me? go soft? never.  before i go in, i wouldn’t mind just hanging out. i’ll cook you something, like.. like old times.’‘ mateo murmurs finally looking up with a light smile, hand going up to tousle her hair again. ‘‘i know. i love you too. you and chloe mean the world to me.’‘

              ❝ it’s the old age, i’m sure. ❞ the younger reyes sing songs, careful smile finding her lips as soon as the words slip. and she’s growing more serious, not wanting him to think she’s taking him lightly. MATEO REYES was someone she’d LISTEN TO even if it was a mere HELLO. he was her dear big brother, the one who had convinced her to eat veggies when she was younger. the one who picked her up when she tripped in her rollerblades and scraped her knee. she had CRIED then. but he had wiped those tears and PATCHED HER UP. he was more than her brother, he was a father when their parents were busy earning a living for them. ❝ would you really ?? because i’d love that very much. and you. ❞ she smiles delicately, further widening as he expressed his love for his sisters. 

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DIMITRI.

‘‘oh please, i bet if i got the chance i’d give you a hell of a good time. i have plenty of things to offer. muscle, the ability to never miss with throwing knives, a smile. y’know the perks of growing up in the mafia world?’‘ brows raise almost tauntingly, hand sliding out to rest ontop of hers just for a few seconds before pulling it away to grab another fry. ‘‘keep sayin’ i’m no good, and i’m only goin’ to prove you wrong reyes. you’re gon’ eat those words.. se non ti mangio prima.’‘ he mumbles in a daring tone as he eyes the leader down, lips curling up into a dangerous smirk.

             doe like optics, defying to the gaze of those who knew no better, met his similarly dark ones and she tilts her head. an eyebrow raises, challenging. ❝ your form is far too tense to be any REAL GOOD with throwing anything but yourself at women. ❞ her tone is soft but drowning with taunt. she’s definitely teasing him and the light glint in her eyes is enough evidence. GONE before he could even REGISTER the look in HER EYES. but the foreign words that gracefully slip past his heart shaped lips is enough to catch her full attention. no stranger to his mother tongue, she’s bringing her plump bottom lip captive between pearly teeth. ❝ BOLD. ❞ the anarchy leader hums, now intrigued. and yet, she simply sits up further in her seat making no effort to return his previous touch. ❝ italians. all BARK and NO BITE. ❞

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DIMITRI.

‘‘– look at you catching on.’‘ the moretti name seemed to leave an impression here on the folks of rosewick, and.. of course it had to be trouble. who was he kidding? mariana was right, it was something he thrived on. ‘’people say that, then they want something.. but..’‘ trailing off, dimitri takes another fry and pops it into his mouth again leaning forward some. ‘‘dunno what you want yet. maybe it’s just.. good company. am i somewhere in the ballpark?’‘

             a roll of doe like optics is the first response to his words. while she is SOMEWHAT amused, she’d never show it. ❝ what could i possibly WANT from you ?? what could you possibly GIVE me besides disappointment and five seconds of what you call a good time ?? ❞ no, she was definitely amused. again, she would never admit it. ❝ i have plenty of good company and you’re not on the list. ❞ the latina hums out delicately, moving to steal a fry from his plate before adding to her previous statement. ❝ since you’re no good. ❞

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BIG B( R )OTHER.

satisfied with the answer, mateo nods and resumes packing his bag. ‘’light the city on fire and how about you do the renovating?’’ mateo says with a grunt, turning to face her once he’s finished. mateo is silent for a moment or two, taking a few steps towards her. ‘’you do know i’m here.. if you ever want to talk, right? i’m sorry for getting all sentimental, but i do want you to know i’m here to listen.’’ 

             a thoughtful look follows his words, though she tries not to dwell on it so as to not alert him. ❝ not a bad idea, dearest old man. ❞ she’s playful around her brother, mostly because he’d grown up alongside her. he knew just how silly she could be. mature, yes. but a goofball deep down. ❝ don’t go soft on me, bombero, i love you and all but if you show up to work with that attitude, they’ll fire you. ❞ she’s kidding. again. ❝ but yes, i know. and i hope YOU know I’M here for you too. i really do love you. ❞

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RONAN.

                    mariana reyes. despite his nature, part of him desired to say nothing to her, no actions to fill the void except his ceaseless glare and the weight of all the unsaid words hung over them both. he often remembers their final meeting, he certainly remembers having to discuss the awful things he’d said and vice versa with his therapist, but it never makes the thoughts cut any shallower. the fact remains ––– she’s been thrust out from the position she held in his life, his constant, and she now stands an unknown entity. a stranger. an enemy.

                    ❛     it  was  my  fault.     ❜     and just like it always does, ronan’s soft, tender tone betrays his stoic, rugged looks. whilst he may seem like he wants for nothing more than her head on a pike, his caramel words paint an entirely different picture. tinged with sadness, a longing he could never quite shake off, he looks at mariana as he speaks, heart tugging towards her as if it had a single say.     ❛     you  okay  ?  i  hit  you  kinda’  hard.     ❜     he feels substantially guilty, still, for knocking her. he was a big guy and it could’ve, very realistically, left a bruise.

               UNLIKE HIM, mariana had not spoken of their last encounter. nor did she plan to. talking about it made it that much more REAL. and if she was entirely honest, she DID NOT WANT it to be real. he had been her rock for such a large part of her life and he hadn’t even known it. in fact, the whole time he had thought she was saving him. when really, he kept her so leveled. so GROUNDED. so… SOFT. and now he didn’t. now she had blake. while it was entirely different, different people, different EMOTIONS and FEELINGS. they, in their own ways, were her support systems. as a best friend, it had been ronan. as much more than she cared to admit, it was blake. and while she had lost ronan, he hadn’t lost her. though, like many more things… he didn’t even know.

            her head is shaking, denying him to be at fault. truthfully, they had both been at fault. ❝ no, it’s mine too.❞ her voice is as soft as it always had been, though louder so he could hear her over the music. his next words tug at her heart, features shifting for a split moment to surprise. though it was gone as soon as it crossed her doll like face. and instead, she gathered her composure. nodding. ❝ it’s really fine, i’m fine. ❞ oh, but she wasn’t. they weren’t and so she wasn’t.

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DIMITRI.

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Dark eyes search the gang leader’s, popping a french-fry into his mouth. Straight to the point or play around it? Eh, fuck it. Whatever this was, this was going.. to be fun.‘‘Mariana Reyes– you look good. But you already know that, so..’‘ Fingers drum along the table, brows raising amusingly. ‘‘What brings you over ‘ere?’‘

             he’s right. she DOES LOOK GOOD. and she DID KNOW IT. but hey, at least she was modest. humble, even. just far too confident with her wardrobe. small framed latina settled onto the opposite side of him, glad it was a booth rather than a normal table. ❝ careful, now. thinking i’m pretty only gets you in trouble. but then again... YOU LOVE TROUBLE, don’t you ?? ❞ though she already knew he did. it didn’t take a genius, although she may as well be one. ❝ am i not allowed to be here ?? ❞

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BIG B( R )OTHER

‘‘small towns are weird. this place is just weird in general.’‘ he says with a mumble, taking a moment to pause and let her words really sink in. he heard bits and pieces of it, but.. brushed it off. ‘‘.. how weird?  sabes que puedes hablar conmigo, verdad? Es lo que estoy aquí para el pequeño.’‘ mateo has to stifle a laugh, hand going up as if he was attempting to clear his throat. ‘‘honestly wouldn’t blame you if you set it on fire. feel like a few changes could do this town good.’’

             she nods her head in agreement, shifting back towards the cereal box and placing it on the island counter. her features shift, though her back is to him and she’s GLAD he is UNABLE to see her reaction to his words. mariana is still for a moment before her hands reach for the microwave, taking out the french toast their father had left ready for breakfast before leaving to work. her features are back to NORMAL when she turns to face him. ❝ yo se. pero no hay porque preocuparse. ❞ she means her words, mostly because if there was a reason to worry. her and anarchy would get rid of it before he even knew what it was. ❝ this town is far too PROUD for changes, teo. ❞

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BIG B( R )OTHER.

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‘‘Didn’t have time to go to that party, but I heard.. it was definitely one to remember.’’ Mateo says as he walks past her, hand moving to tousle her hair as he gathers stuff up in his bag to prepare for his next shift. ‘‘How’ve you been, kid?’‘

             lithe frame is lifted onto the tips of her toes, reaching for her beloved lucky charms before her brother’s voice fills the kitchen and she’s huffing as his large hands messes with her hair. a PLAYFUL glare following her huff before she raises her smaller hands to fix the DISASTER he’d left behind. ❝ i guess, it was all weird. people were just being... weird. ❞ her features shift into an easy going and GENUINE smile at his next words, shoulders slumping in a shrug. ❝ well, i haven’t lit the city on fire yet so... GREAT. ❞

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LORELEI.

               she was doing well with hiding her anxiety , also with hiding the fact that moments prior to finding someone she considered extremely close to her ; she was hidden in the corn maze with panic rising to new heights & her breathing taking a toll on her. thankfully , being lorelei warder , the woman hadn’t even looked in the direction of the punch that was located within the haunted house. wearing her pink ladies jacket & 80′s ponytail upon her head , lorelei sipped on her water bottle ( many more in her bag that she had brought with her , knowing better than to come to a haunted house without essentials ). eyes located the woman within moments , her sober mind probably the only clear one within the party. ‘‘ hey beauty , ’’ she stated with a small smile on her lips. mari was probably the only person that would be able to tell lorelei wasn’t in her comfort zone , but if mari was even remotely as fucked up as the others , she had to push down her own worries & focus on keeping the woman in a good place to avoid a horrible reaction. ‘‘ how you feelin’ ? have any of the punch ? ’’ / @rubystained·

           mariana had survived the night, or well, so far. not a single threat had left heart shaped lips as of yet and not a single soul had crossed her. SHE LOVED HALLOWEEN. at one point, she had even turned to avoid all the friendly chatter. not quite used to socializing. even when in class, she hated being approached. the only time she allowed social interactions were during DANCE REHEARSALS. excluding ANARCHY. they were family. them... well, them she liked.

          little red riding hood for one night, and one night only, was keen. attentive and alert. perhaps it was because mariana was representing her. god forbid the reyes was caught by surprise. she had spotted lore before even realizing it was her. and she was joyous. she had MISSED her closest girl friend. perhaps even her ONLY girl friend. ❝ hi doll face, where’ve you been ?? ❞ the latin girl inquires, an eyebrow raising for emphasis. she’s graceful as she lifts herself to sit besides the girl. ❝ no and i’m hoping you haven’t either. ❞ though, she knows her better than to even ask.

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A little side smile is given to her as he scans the area, always alert, always on guard. His eyes look back towards his leader shortly after she stares at him and with his free hand he grabs an abandoned drink from a nearby table and takes a sip. “Do you want me to stay with you the whole party or just… watch from afar?”, Blake asks, his breath immediately drowning in the strong smell of vodka.

             dark doe like optics all but CALCULATE her surroundings, cautious as ever when in the presence of the ROSES. true to their names in everything but the delicacy of the flower. those thorns, however, ETCHED IN HER SIDES. dark gaze softens as it locks with hazel hues. and she’s frowning at him, her disapproval of his choice of words evident. ❝ do whatever you want, blake. ❞ and then if it wasn’t evident enough, his name slipping past her lips was the deal breaker. slim digits are all but a ghost of a touch as her hand slips from his arm. and she’s walkikng away from him, towards the bar.

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RONAN.

@rubystained     ⟶     𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂.

                    with his sisters finally in the hands of people he believed to be taking semi-decent care of them, ronan had taken that as his cue to leave. he’d already felt marginally out of place in the crowds, hummingbird heartbeat threatening to burst forth from his ribs at any moment, only quelled when he managed to find a familiar face ( rare ) or a moment of peace ( even rarer ). moving towards the door, he tripped on some unknown object, likely a wire of some kind, forcing him to stumble into a nearby body, head down as he desperately tried to find the source of his blunder rather than make eye contact.     ❛  sh––– shit.  sorry,  sorry.  something  …  fuckin’  tripped  me.  ❜

            doe like gaze, an underestimation of her character, had spotted him way back when he had first gotten to the party. SHE HAD HELD HER BREATH. an all too familiar person. or, well, he HAD been. ONCE UPON A TIME.

           that was then and this is now. she didn’t KNOW this ronan lancaster. he was a STRANGER to her. and himself, she was sure. and yet, despite their last words and the betrayed look in his eyes - she could not bring herself to hate him. ever. he had been her best friend before she even knew who aiden was. it tore her heart to nimble paper thin PIECES when she had ALMOST lost him. and then some had flown away with the wind when she DID. however, she was strong if not stubborn. and she’d be DAMNED ALL OVER if she let anyone else know she cared. besides blake. small frame stumbles back, hands held out to steady herself as a frame collided with her own. and her breath hitched as her gaze found the familiar stranger in front of her. dark hues betraying her as her features reflected just how thrown off she was. ❝ it’s fine. ❞ and that was all she had mustered.

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CLYDE.

“I need to ask, my dear Señorita, how drunk do you actually plan to get tonight?”, Blake wonders as they step in, catching the eye of some party-goers right away with their matching costumes. “Ain’t planning to control your drinking, of course, just wanna know in case hell breaks loose or whatever”.

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             delicate hand is resting on his inner elbow, pace matching his own. she’s not as short as she had been a few minutes ago when he had first arrived, HEELS TO BLAME. her gaze is locked on the mass of people, flickering towards him as he speaks. she’s QUIET for a moment, SMILE AS PRESENT AS EVER, a rare sight for everyone besides her family and HIM.  ❝ not much, probably. ❞ the dark haired latina informs him, nodding her head in confirmation. mostly to herself. ❝ just a BUZZ. ❞

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JACKSON.

‘‘i know, i know. i just–’‘ the interaction the two first shared earlier is stuck in his mind because he can’t seem to let the past go between them. there’s a sigh that escapes his lips, and his eyes meet mariana’s gaze once more. ‘‘i know.. lo siento, mari. just tell me what you need from me.’‘

             the latina leader is studying her member, dark gaze attentive. and she offers him her SIGNATURE half-assed smile. the smile she gives before she tells her guys to FUCK RIGHT OFF. ❝ i don’t NEED anything from you. ❞ her voice is soft but her words are sharp. ❝ when you acquire your hearing, MAYBE, i’ll need you. ❞

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HOPE.

Hope hated Halloween. Actually, she hated most holidays, but Halloween felt especially stupid to her. When you were adult, all it seemed to be was an excuse to dress slutty, get scared, and party to find someone to fuck for the night. At least that was what every experience she had with the holiday seemed to be. She never usually went out or did anything special for it. She never usually attended the Halloween party or anything, but apparently that was changing this year. One of her friends had convinced her to go to the local party at the murder house, which sounded just awful. But she owed them one and they said they wanted her there because they didn’t want to go alone. And while the woman knew she would just end up alone once her friend found someone to make out with, she was still talked into it. And she was even talked into a slutty outfit too. She absolutely despised it, but she didn’t get very many options. She picked the vampire one because it didn’t have any makeup or wigs or anything. Plus at least the cape would provide some cover and warmth in the cold.

So here she was, dressed as a slutty vampire at the murder house, left to her own devices once her friend found company. God, this was ridiculous. That girl owed her big time for this. Hope wandered around upstairs, trying to avoid the pressing bodies and people pretending to dance which was really just dry humping to music. She was looking at pictures on the wall when she turned a corner and something popped out at her. A scream left her lips at the scare before she realized it was just some prop someone had left to scare people. She kicked at the prop and crossed her arms over her chest. “I fucking hate Halloween.”

           and there she was, the queen of anarchy, dressed to match her right hand man - or well, her other half in many cases. dark chocolate hair cascaded down her back, long and straight. ORIGINALLY. however, to aid her look, the tips had been curled. soft locks fell over the red cape and LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD had lost HER WOLF.  she wasn’t uneasy, however, more than capable of defending herself but knowing damn well he’d find his way to her. eventually. he had an eye for finding her, despite her height. then again, she often misled everyone with her constant heels. but hey, she knew how to rock them. delicate hand has her cup tight in her grasp, in front of her. always so CAUTIOUS with her drinks. that’s when the scream reached her ears, dark gaze snapping towards the source. 

         mariana takes in the familiar frame, shaking her head at the scene. somehow it didn’t surprise her. not in the slightest. dark hues flicker back behind her, one last search for blake before she hops off the table and moves towards hope. ❝ you alright there, drac ?? ❞ and then she laughs, registering the other’s words before shaking her head in disagreement. mariana, in fact, LOVED the holidays.