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Giulia snorted, low and dry, the sound buried halfway into her glass as she took a sip. "That'd be one hell of a long con," she muttered. "Sabotaging the flooring just to get you riled up. Bit dramatic, even for me." It'd been said with a drawl, but the corner of her mouth lifted into a knowing smirk, fully aware that it wouldn't have been the worst of her antics. For all the hard work put into running Echelon like a tight ship, the brunette often indulged herself in the occasional caprice, Santino's bulging vein a sure sign of her victory.

She let her head tip back, resting against the chair as the bourbon settled in her chest like heat through a crack. The edges of her exhaustion dulled, if only slightly. "I'll handle it. No noise. Might even throw in a pat on the head if he doesn't try to swing on me on the way out." Giulia doubted she could even approach the jacked-up giant they'd recently hired, his steroid-induced fits of rages rendering him more beast than man, but the image managed to draw the softest of chuckles out of her.

The question—you eat today?—hung there. Giulia didn't answer right away, letting her gaze fall to the papers on his desk instead. A few years ago, she wouldn't have dared even step into his space without an appointment, but their relationship had grown into something more comfortable. The occasional pointer and tip she offered had been met with acknowledgment rather than fury, which had emboldened her into the daring endeavour that was helping Tino launder the club's money for the family.

"I picked at something in the office. Might've been food." Her eyes flicked to his, mouth twitching in something like a smile. "You offering, or just trying to guilt me into self-care again?" Her eyes fell to the papers again, drawn to the numbers he was jotting down. ''Split that amount into two. The spirits don't cost that much, and the receipts will look weird.''

Santino didn’t look up right away.

Pen scratching against paper, backlit by the muted glow of the desk lamp, he let the silence stretch—not as a power play, just a reflex. One of the few places he could hear himself think was behind this desk, and Giulia was one of the few people allowed to break that silence without earning his temper.

The drink she set down was acknowledged with the faintest flick of his brow—right one, not left. He took it without comment, sipped, then finally leaned back in his chair with a quiet, tired exhale. “Third carpet this quarter,” he said, voice low, roughened by the hour. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the one picking the violent ones just to mess with me.”

He set the glass down with a dull thunk, finally dragging his gaze to hers. Giulia looked like hell. Which, considering the state of the club tonight, meant she was still doing better than most. “We’ll let him go. Quietly. No drama, no noise,” he added, because he knew how this worked. Bouncers with too much muscle and not enough discretion didn’t go quietly unless someone made it worth their while. “Give him a bonus and a job recommendation. Somewhere with less… carpet.”

That last bit passed for a joke. Dry as hell, but a joke nonetheless. His eyes lingered on her a beat too long, something thoughtful behind the usual guarded stare. “You eat today?” It wasn’t a command. Not quite concern, either. Just a simple question. The kind you only asked someone you noticed.

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Michael B. Jordan as Erik Killmonger BLACK PANTHER (2018)

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Suits | 1x01 Pilot

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who — @ronniezhou where — ronnie's apartment.

''For the last time, Ronnie, I'm not watching that shit with you,'' Axel exhaled, fingers rising to rub at the bridge of his nose in a soothing motion. His constant state of being since getting out of prison had been sheer exhaustion at simply being around other people. Ronnie was one of the few whose proximity and presence didn't grate at his patience, though he couldn't tell if she'd won him over by exhausting persistence or with her sunny disposition despite his constantly cold demeanour.

Regardless, he found himself sinking deeper into her couch, his legs stretched before him and a bottle of beer dangling between his fingers. Ronnie sat beside him, a blanket covering her in a way that should have been ridiculous but only endeared him further, quieting the conflicting maelstrom of emotions that usually plagued him. She didn't say a word; simply reached for the remote, ignoring his protest entirely and pressing play on yet another one of her asinine movies.

For all of his posturing, he could admit, at least to himself, that the movies she made them watch weren't half bad. ''Next time, I'm picking the hangout spot,'' he grumbled, resolved on taking her anywhere without screen displays. ''Why do you insist on watching these anyway? I missed out on ten years of good T.V. and this is all you can offer? ''

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Cent, quatre-vingts-dix-neuf, quatre-vingts-dix-huit, quatre-vingts-dix-sept… The numbers in French counted up to one hundred and then back down to zero until he could breathe again. The cigarette that dangled between Axel's lips trembled, his fist clenched by his side as he tried to breathe through the panic that'd gripped him so viscerally. He could remember a time when he relished in the crowds, donned a new face and a personality that was too carefree to be his, pretending for the night that he was like the others who partied recklessly in the vibrant clubs of L.A. He could barely make it more than one hour these days, the heat of the bodies pressed against his skin searing, too hot, too itchy, simply too much for him.

Axel had spent so long avoiding physical contact, the kind that usually meant danger and menace in prison, that he'd forgotten just how casual it was beyond the iron gate of LAC. Just when his thoughts spiralled again, the numbers jumbling into a mess of spoken words, his brother's tone ringing in his head, a voice rose above the chaos in his mind.

He looked up to the stranger smoking beside him, berating himself for not noticing his presence sooner, and forced his fist to unclench and his shoulders to relax. Had his panic been that obvious? Ignoring the man's words, because he genuinely couldn't bring himself to admit to any weakness, he threw the butt of his cigarette to the ground and stared at the male beside him. ''Think I can bum a smoke?'' Distraction, for only that could detract the man from further noticing his mounting anxiety. ''Tonight took more out of me than I expected,'' he shrugged, flashing his empty golden cigarette case by way of explanation.

where: neon dreams (the night of the disastrous yacht party, because this man doesn't know when to go tf home) who: open ( @bloodnglorystart )

The city didn’t sleep, but tonight it felt like it was holding its breath.

Damiano stood outside a club that wasn't his usual—some low-lit place on the edge of downtown where the music thumped steady and the bouncer didn’t ask questions. He lit a cigarette with steady hands, despite the lingering ache in his knuckles from the party-that-turned-fight night. The chaos of that night had finally dulled into something dreamlike, half-remembered, like blood on black velvet. He still had someone’s dried whiskey on his shoes. Someone else’s scream echoing in his ear.

He exhaled slow, watching the smoke curl toward the sky like it could take the weight of the week with it. It didn’t. Inside, the night was alive: laughter, clinking glass, a speaker system that sounded like it hadn’t been updated since the early 2000s. Exactly the kind of place someone like him could disappear into for an hour or two.

Damiano’s jacket was slung over one shoulder, shirt undone a button too far, and that familiar half-smirk played at the edge of his mouth like he knew more than he should. He looked like trouble someone might be tempted to invite in. He flicked ash from the end of his cigarette and glanced sideways—toward the club, toward the alley, toward anyone who might be lingering nearby.

“Hell of a night to be out here pretending we’re just here for the fresh air, huh?”

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It wasn't usual for Giulia to wander into enemy territory. She bordered the line between fully initiated and completely clean, a dangerous boundary she never toyed with, but lately, everywhere felt like too much. Familiar eyes and knowing faces stared back wherever she went, and between her endless weeks of work and everything happening within the family, she just longed for a break. Bourbon and Smoke was known for its usually quiet atmosphere, and if she ignored all the weapon dealers and gang leaders that littered the joint, she could pretend she was just another client coming in for a drink. She could even have convinced herself of such a thing if she wasn't still standing by the door, shuffling on her two feet and already regretting her decision.

Just as she decided to turn around, shaking her head at her foolishness, a voice rose to her ears, inviting her to sit beside them. Her eyes dropped to the blonde sitting alone at one of the booths, and before she could talk herself out of it, Giulia pulled out the chair and sat before her. One drink with the stranger couldn't hurt. ''Thank you,'' she murmured, her gaze sweeping over the other's features appreciatively. ''Do you usually invite strangers to sit with you in dim-lit lounges, or was my hesitant shuffling by the door that obvious?''

❧ bourbon & smoke ❧ @bloodnglorystart

No matter how much she loved her job, every now and then it was a nice to simply rest. A week filled rushing between the emergency department of Silverlake General and her own clinic had left her yearning for a break, a moment to breathe and let the past week be just that, in the past. It had left her desiring anything, a distraction, a drink. Just something to let time drift away.

Bourbon and Smoke, a place that felt like home away from home for various reasons, always left a little smile on her face simply because of the obliviousness of some, the blonde found herself sipping one of their finer selections. After a week like that, who could say no to a little indulgence.

That was the plan, either way and so when she saw a figure drawing closer – seemingly lost or perhaps just contemplating where to sit she couldn’t help herself. A shrug. What was the point in sitting alone? They appeared to be looking for a seat either way, from what she could tell. Of course, mistakes were possible, and yet. “Feel free to sit. I wouldn’t mind the company. It does look awfully lonely to be by oneself in a place like this.” A smile. Her hand motioned for one of the other armchairs.

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who — @ccxcooper where — private booth @ echelon.

''No, no more white wine,'' Giulia pleaded, her eyelids growing heavy as she stared back to look at Catherine, a wobbly smile stretching her lips. She'd known exactly what she'd signed up for by agreeing to drink with the brunette in the middle of the afternoon, yet there she was, a bottle and a half of white wine down, and it was barely reaching cocktail hour. They sat in a private booth at Echelon, Giulia's afternoon off still being spent putting out fires at the club, but not before Catherine had all but dragged her to sit for a short break.

''You're going to drag me home on your back after this, I hope you know,'' she threatened, the words sounding flat even to her own ears. Truthfully, Giulia wasn't used to letting go this much, especially not when surrounded by her own employees, but she secretly revelled in finally relaxing and enjoying all the perks of the Echelon for which she usually worked so hard. ''So, what's up with you anyway?''

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{ michael b jordan, cismale, he/him } Is that AXEL 'AXE' DESRAVINS? I heard the THIRTY-SIX year old belongs to the NIGHTSHADE as an ASSASSIN. I’d stay away from them if I were you. I heard they were DANGEROUS, but they can also be EFFICIENT, so proceed at your own risk.

CHARACTER INFO.

character name: axel 'axe' desravins

gender: cismale

character age: 36

faceclaim: michael b. jordan

sexual orientation: bisexual

pinterest board.

THE DETAILS

tw: death, violence, drug overdose

the past.

axel and his twin brother were inseparable

born to a gangster father and an overworked mother, they could only count on each other to survive

they started taking on petty jobs here and there, splitting the money they earned between providing for their mother and saving for a brighter future.

they'd made a reputation for themselves in compton and were hoping to save enough to leave l.a behind and start anew somewhere where no one knew them

their mother ended up passing from an overdose, which only spurred them deeper into their criminal ways.

they took on a job they shouldn't have, and paired themselves with a new guy who got sloppy and got them caught

axel ended up behind bars for 10 years for aggravated assault, which completely changed him

in his fury, he made his brother promise to never visit and to go get the life they'd both dreamed of....and that was the last time they saw each other (or maybe not?)

the present.

eleven years later, ten spent behind bars and one taking up off-the-book contracts, he still hasn't left his life of crime

he ended up joining Nightshade as an assassin after being approached by gael

he's very much accepted that disposing of people is one thing he's very good at, so he's fully committed to being an unrepentant criminal

tries to appear as unapproachable as possible but secretly craves real connection

being in prison for so long has skewed his originally very sociable persona, rendering him uncomfortable in big crowds and the more mundane situations

he's basically still learning how to function, but is determined to not let his past dictate his new-ish path.

the future / wanted connections.

coming soon.

full bio.

coming soon.

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multimuse blog created for bloodngloryhq penned by lana.

giulia bellini — intro & pinterest

manager at echelon, 31, dirty civilian with ties to the family. eva de dominici.

axel desravines— intro & pinterest

assassin for the nightshade, 36, michael b jordan.

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{ eva de dominici, cisfemale, she/her } Is that GIULIA BELLINI? I heard the THIRTY-ONE year old works as a MANAGER AT ECHELON. Which makes sense, seeing how they are ATTENTIVE, but can also be RASH. Do they know what’s going on in the city? I heard they are a DIRTY CIVILIAN with ties to THE FAMILY.

CHARACTER INFO.

character name: giulia chiara bellini

gender: cisfemale

character age: 31

faceclaim: eva de dominici

sexual orientation: pansexual

pinterest board.

THE DETAILS

the past.

*due to her secret, very little can be divulged of her past life in chicago, but can be discussed upon plotting!

she grew up and lived in chicago for most of her life

normal parents, normal childhood, normal life until she started making money running a city development development firm, which changed her finances and essentially her entire life in the process

after a traumatic event she was forced to leave everything behind

she fled to l.a bc of an old connection and was able to seek help within the family, which they granted her in exchange for her loyalty and services

services she provides to this day to run echelon and work as santino's right hand

the present.

although she's considered a dirty civilian for now, her work is very much geared towards helping the family and its shady business (particularly money laundering)

she's a no-nonsense type of girl, takes her job very seriously and is fiercely loyal to both the family and her friends.

because of her past, she's quite guarded and has a hard time opening up to people (she's actually terrified that they'll piece together the truth of her secret) but the few friends she would have made so far would be invaluable to her

can be callous, stubborn and rash in both her judgments and actions, but she makes up by being efficient and ever present in all the aspects of her life

disastrous dating life she refuses to acknowledge to the benefit of echelon and its workers and strings along a stream of ghosted partners she's too busy to call back

hobbies include theatre, scaring potential dates and mother-in-laws, as well as spending time with her big scary dogs

the future / wanted connections.

coming soon.

full bio.

coming soon.

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who — @santinobarone where — santino's office, echelon

The bass still thrummed under her feet as Giulia closed the door to Santino's office, a sigh passing her lips. She took a moment to collect herself despite the man's presence, holding onto her composure despite her nerves thinning by the second. Her eyes closed, and her body heaving against the door, she relished in the quiet of her boss' soundproof office, the chaos of the club still ringing between her ears. When she reopened them again, her eyes tracked Santino working at his desk before zooming in on the cart that always sat against the opposite wall, the half-empty tumbler of bourbon calling to her.

In less than three steps, Giulia crossed to the cart and poured two glasses before she threw herself onto the chair before Tino's desk, placing one of the drinks before him. "The new bouncer needs to go,'' she sighed, shrugging her heels off and putting her aching feet on the second chair beside her. Under better circumstances, she'd have had more regard for company, but this late into the night, her current disposition didn't allow for commodities. ''I practically had to pry him off the guy he was throwing out. Do these guys know they're not here to kill the guests? This is the third carpet he's ruined with blood, and honestly, now it's just bad for business.'' Her lips curled in disgust, turning to face Santino.

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tag drop!

( des yeux ravagés par la tendresse. )  —  giulia bellini. 

( une pluie d’or et de lumière. )  —  axel desravins. 

( la nuit t’accompagne comme une étoile. )  —  aesthetic.

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( —  headcanon. )

( —  interactions. )

( —  closed starter. )

( —  playlist. )

( —  event. )

( —  group task. )

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