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[Moved Angelo over here! If you want to follow over there by all means. Otherwise this blog is officially an archive -- mainly so I can go back and read things like the nostalgic nerd I am. I have threads that I will continue over there if there’s an interest.]

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❝Close your eyes❞ [Jiji]

His tail clung onto Angelo’s waist, tight but not something to be removed willy-nilly; he was still scared the other would disappear on him again move away in his sleep, when he isn’t there to watch him get changed, shower, make his food. It was all these things that didn’t make Jiji feel all that confident in doing but — a caress to his face was enough to make his lashes and ears flutter down into closed states. Though as he rested his hands upon Angelo’s waist, his tail wiggled into place a little more securely. Waiting for whatever it was his Angelo to do.

When it was given though, the feline didn’t know what to do but melt. The tension and worry in his bones dripped out of his fingers lips liquid muscle relaxant. Ears perked up to their highest peak, fixated upon Angelo’s breathing as their lips parted, from softness, gentle kissing turning hotter, deeper with tongues rubbing, colliding with fingers that raise from hips to chest, around back with one hand, another up to grip onto the back of Angelo’s head. Closer his body pressed, more and more and more, did his lips seek with his lovers before retreating with a whimper of need.

“What was that for?” Not that he was complaining at all. Even kissing at those lips again but in smaller pecks between them.

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❝ Right ?! That’s a win-win situation for the pair of us, Angelo-san. We get paid, and I get to eat !! ❞

determination resonated in her joyous tone, flashing an all too bright simper in the direction of the raven-haired. hands rubbed together as her plot began to thicken for the better, before eventually reaching over to the other grasp ahold of his hand without even the slightest hint - the pair raced to where the competition stood.

the vacant seat along the table would be filled by musashi, and just as he thought, she was met with peculiar glances and a succession of confused expressions. this fuelled her determination, only adorning a knowing grin, as if she knew something that her fellow poor competitors did not.

❝ Make sure you root for me, Angelo-san !! ❞

and at the sound of the bell, they all began.

     SOMETHING ABOUT MUSASHI'S POSITIVE energy was...it was hard to say...but it soothed a part of himself. Perhaps he was just far too used to the broody, manipulative personalities of magi families to remember what it was like to be around someone who was just so blatantly honest about how they held themselves. It would have been a lie to say that the light that Musashi emitted was not a draw as golden eyes watched her excitement. It nearly made him offer the smallest smile. Almost. Instead the usual cold apathy that existed in his gaze softened just a little. ❝Never seen anyone so excited about jus' eatin' food.❞ Then again, this powerful swordswoman was quite literally not like other people. Without so much as to a warning, before he could return to his coffee he was grabbed and tugged along, leaving the poor mug to eventually turn cold. 

     ❝Wha---W-Wait Musashi let me finish--!❞ Goodbye, beloved coffee. He had barely had a chance to enjoy you. Tugged along at a speed that would have made most jealous, it did not take them long to reach the food contest in question, Musashi quickly getting situated and coming in as a last contestant at, of course, the very last minute. Still trying to catch his breath, Angelo just held up a hand to show that heard her right before the bell sounded and the competition began. 

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No home anymore. Nowhere to return. My house is a ruin, a cemetery.

Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (via virginiewoolf)

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    Advice was some she ought take. Given how technology had slowly begun to rule over it would be beneficial for her to learn more about it. As he said, one day it might even aid her in a sticky situation. Still, was she going to heed it? Most likely not. Another day, but right now she was far too busy with other issues. Besides it wasn’t as if Bellamy hadn’t tried to help her in the past ( what with him being a literal genius when it came to computers ). Either way the conversation on that topic was over, and pushed to the side for another time in favor of the new one which had begun. One that each of them could get into given a mutual interest. 

    “No I think I know what youse mean. I feel like everyone has a certain style that just hits them in the soul, or whatever youse want to put it as.” She had attempted others in the past, but nothing ever felt quite as right as the ones she had grown up learning with Bellamy, “Huh… Maybe I’ll have to stop by sometime or youse can take me when youse go. Sounds like it could be a good time, and even if I didn’t dance it’d be interesting to see how it all works. Of course, this means you’re more than welcome to visit Caliente.” Though smile may have faded there was an overlying sense of relaxation clear in the way Loni both spoke and held herself, “I could teach youse- see how well those skills of yours shine in my kind of dancing.” 

     ❝CALIENTE, HUH?❞ ANGELO SEEMED to muse over that, fingers drumming gently against polished desk. He should enjoy himself a bit while he was here in this city on business, even more so since he was not under the watchful eye of his own group. It was nice being able to breathe, though that was mainly because he was constantly plotting and planning in the background, waiting for the smallest opportunities to use to his advantage against the Vanetti family. It would…do him good to eliminate this one-track mindset of his sometimes and just live a little, as his friend would have told him. ❝It’s a deal then. ‘Sides, you look like you need a break.❞ His head tilted a little as he examined Loni, taking in her relaxed stance, but he knew how easily it could shift at any time – how it had to shift at any time.

     His boss was no different.

     Though he might have been terrible at being a ‘human being’ most of the time, Angelo did know how to read others quite well. It was a trait that was born from the need to survive and one that he just naturally utilized without any effort. Being someone who took a seemingly nonchalant approach to most things could be a source of comfort to others. A part of himself was glad that Loni felt that at ease around him rather than distrusting as most would have continued to be (for Angelo was not a trustworthy man towards those who he deemed enemies or cared little for). ❝Jus’ lemme know when and I’ll be there.❞

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❝  — 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ❞ she says it all with that same old smile, melancholy but casual, there was never anything more. It was normal, but the word held sentiment in their world, it was valued as safety && something luxurious no man could grasp unless they clawed their way to it. She felt as if he already knew, that she needn’t explain, that was why she always enjoyed his company, he understood everything && she no longer needed to speak in a secret language. “I think they feel caged in, it makes them violent” even as a mere shadow, she would drift && watch, they always pulled for power never wanting the other to cease it, all of them desperately trying to find a way to rule the entire city. 

  “We’re lucky if it’s only a couple of fights or tiffs, but lately, it’s worse. It’s difficult when one family believes twilights are good, useful, they deserve respect while the other….” her face grew dim, she felt physically sick speaking of it. Though, the dull look in her bright eyes spoke for her the resentment she felt for such violence. “We’re just the middle men, we have no say in this world” Benriya would watch, they would never react && as the conflict continued whoever purchased their assistance first would be valued, it felt lowly but at the same time, that was how they preferred to do business — they merely cleaned && erased whatever ailed the client. Her presence finally could be seen in the light, no longer hiding in the dimness of the alley as she cheered up at his agreement to have dinner with her. It was better to eat together, it always felt more special that way to Alex. 

  Her hands clasped together as she perked, “Wonderful! I feel like we have so much to catch up on” yet, her nurturing nature emerged as she eyed him. Examining him with the tilt of her head as a finger tapped her chin, her hands placed upon her hips as she pursed her lips. The look was all knowing, the type that signaled was ready to scold him as she then curiously yet innocently asked. “Have you been eating properly? You look tired, don’t tell me I need to ensure your diet is being taken care of”

     YES, ANGELO UNDERSTOOD. HAD always understood how Alex felt because he too held feelings similar to her own. Not quite in regards to this, but in being ‘normal’ – in being someone else who could be content with something different. He was too much a creature of habit as was she. However, it was still a rather sad thought. Angelo might not be able to do anything else, though Alex…he wondered what her life would have been like had she not come here. The answer mattered very little. Their path was decided and that was just how it would always be. Nothing was said to this, Angelo simply moving on to show that he would not question further. ❝Yeah, I think that’s the case. It’s like puttin’ a bunch of wolves in a small enclosure and hoping the different packs will get along with what prey they have to share. It’s bound to cause issues since eventually they’ll butt heads.❞ Out of necessity.

     Mafiosi tended to ignore one another most of the time until someone encroached in their area of control or they began to seize more power. When things were balanced, all was well. It was when the scale tipped a little that complications began. As one who held no love for the Mafia despite being in one, he saw this far too many times to count outside of these walls. ❝Stuff goin’ on here…it was a long time comin’. Even I saw that when I came here the first time to do business. Guess when you’re used to dealin’ with guys like this, you jus’ kinda get a sense for it. You’re middle men, but still…be careful, y’know? Sometimes not bein’ on a side is just as bad.❞ Ah, Angelo should not be worrying over this grown woman. She could take care of himself just as he could do the same. They had both been through much, shaped and changed by the world around them.

     It would be disservice to Alex and her own strength for him to worry over her too much. ❝Anyway, that heaviness aside…I’ve been…eatin’.❞ Pancakes and canned pineapples primarily, although he was sure if he told Alex this she would admonish him about his atrocious sugar diet. She even made that rather clear with her latter words. ❝Aw, c’mon, Alex. I’ve been eatin’! Sheesh--!❞ Angelo huffed, glancing off to the side as ears began to take on a reddish hue.

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@golosi //. Where are his pets?

Sits on Angelo’s windowsill from the outside and waits to be noticed… The winds nice in his fur though… “Mrow.”

     ❝JIJI, HOW LONG WERE you plannin' on sittin' there, huh? You know you could’ve jus’ came through the front door, y'silly cat.❞ Pushing open the window, he reached out to gently pull the giant feline into his arms, fingers carefully scratching behind an ear. It was nice having someone come visit him like this, and Jiji's visits were often like clockwork. He came, stayed for a bit, and then left to no doubt return to that Cat Cafe with the others. If anything, that place was almost like his 'job' in a way. A thought that nearly made Angelo laugh.

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[ want ] -winks at itachi-

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . | @golosi

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

angelo would never understand how piercing his gaze was. how it lit up with passion, or darkened when he got upset. they expressed everything that could never leave his lips. it’s one of things itachi had fallen in love with. not how easily he could be read, because he wasn’t easy to read, but the small intricacies that made angelo…angelo. 

mouth presses to his in soft, hungry kisses that make the assassin hum. it’s nice, knowing he’s not the only one in need of affection; that he craves it just as intensely. fingers dance along the mobster’s spine, pressing him closer. he could get lost in the taste of the man’s mouth ; the taste of pineapples and something smoky. it’s addictive. a whine echoes low in his throat in his throat as angelo pulls away, dark lashes lifting to look into that golden gaze. 

hoarse words leave lips and itachi can feel his heart thundering like drums in the space between them. tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lips as he’s ensnared by that pretty gaze. there was no denying that he was attracted to the mobster, or that he wanted him too. but how could he just come out and say it as though they were speaking of rainy days and cool pillows to sleep upon. bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as palm cups his cheek and as weak-willed as he was, he leaned into the touch, needing it like his next breath. ❝ then I’m yours to have…..❞ because i’ve wanted you since the first kiss.

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alcoholism . amnesia . anxiety . appetite loss . binge eating . co-dependence . c-ptsd. cynicism. defensiveness . denial . depersonalisation . depression . derealisation . devaluation. displacement . dissociation . drug abuse . dysphoria . emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect . guilt . hallucinations . hypersomnia . hypervigilance . hypochondria . idealization . insomnia . intellectualization .introjection . isolation . low self-esteem . narcissism . night terrors . obsessive compulsion . panic attacks . passive aggression . paranoia . phobias . projection . psychosis . rationalisation . regression . repression . restrictive eating . risky sex . self-harm . somatization . splitting . stress-eating . sublimation . suicidal idealization . sleepwalking . suppression . thousand-yard stare . triggers . trust issues . violence . whiplash temper

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          ❝ Is there something displeasing about my attire? ❞ Spoken like a question, yet it was not quite so. Perhaps a request for him to not comment further, as she deemed her choice of attire to be unimportant. Kiara liked to think herself pious in her ways without the restriction of dead men’s philosophies. Besides, those she counseled hardly minded having their heads laid atop her bare thigh. Thus, she thought it a rather positive arrangement. ❝ As for Alter Ego, it is an… unconventional class, not the sort present in standard Holy Grail Wars. ❞

     ❝NAH, IT AIN'T THAT.❞ Angelo was not a religious person in the slightest. His parents had been devout Catholics, but after their death and all that entailed, his interest in religion in general fell by the wayside. It was just that he always assumed that most figures like Kiara dressed in ways that were more...well, different. Not to say that her clothing was devoid of being what could constitute as tasteful, he supposed, if someone cared enough. A few might eye the slit by her thighs with displeasure, however. ❝It's jus' a bit surprisin'.❞ Angelo did wonder how she would fight in such attire, but he had yet to see her combat prowess as of yet, or even if she was combative in the physical sense.

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pinches his cheeks then proceeds to smoosh them. " you're adorable. " ( 'tachi )

     EMBARRASSING. JUST WHOLLY EMBARRASSING. At least no one could see this display. It wasn't as bad as when the other did things like this in public. Now that was when Angelo lowkey felt like wanting to just up and float away. If he glared, that just earned an amused smile in his direction rather than unease. Lifting his own hands, he pulled the other's cheeks rather than smooshing them. ❝Wook who's talkin'. Who'd have thought you could be so CUTE? Y'wook wike a chipmunk.❞ GAWD. END HIM.

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gently guides angelo into a slow dance around the living room. why? because it's been too long and he just enjoys the mobster's presence. ( 'tachi )

     THERE WAS A VAGUE recollection that this was done before, yet he could not quite recall as he allowed himself to be pulled along by Itachi. He knew how to slow dance. It was not a complicated thing and he had done such at parties owned by the Vanettis (not that he wanted to), but this was a different situation and done for wholly different reasons. His hand firmly held the other’s, the other resting upon shoulder as they moved around the living room with a soft tune playing in the background. ❝You’re turnin’ into quite the romantic on me, Itachi,❞ he teased. ❝I’d almost think you were practicin’ while I was away.❞ Not that much effort was needed when it came to the other anyway. All the other need do is lift his hand and place a kiss upon his knuckles and Angelo would feel quite off center as if his very world suddenly shifted and changed.

     It did not help that the way the other smiled at him left his heart feeling things that were foreign. Each kind gesture aimed in his direction would have initially been looked upon with suspicion. Time had long since changed that with Angelo seeing into the heart of the assassin who would be his protector. Leaning closer, he rested his chin upon the other’s shoulder, eyes closing as he simply focused on gentle movements and soft warmth. It was almost laughable that he found some kind of peace around someone who used to make him grit his teeth in annoyance; distrust present as he tried to figure out what hidden intention may have lied in the other’s thoughts. A lot of time had passed since then, huh?