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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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Secrets of the Father

@sinfxl

Ariela’s arm had healed up from when she landed on it inside the pit. It was mostly functional now, except for the slight discomfort here and there. She had been staying to herself for the most part, doing the drone work of debt collecting with her fists when the need arose. It didn’t make her feel nervous when Killian had asked her to come visit him. Perhaps she would have something exciting to do, or maybe he would tell her she did a good job. This many years leading a dual life didn’t worry her anymore. If the O’Sheas didn’t figure her out, there would be no way the Walshes would either.

It’s this ideology that makes her cocky once she enters the room. She closes the door behind her and tilts her head at the man in front of her. “You rang? Please tell me Malanti’s didn’t give us their cut.” Part of her was annoyed with the meeting itself, it cut into her own selfish plans of stalking her ex boyfriend or harassing Fletcher.

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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continued from here. @rosesjustdie

Ariela remembered asking her father when the time came for the mission what she should do if the others found her. There was only one rule in the game and that was to never break her cover. Push them away, force them away, make them hate her. If it contributed to the greater good it would be worth it. Even at that cursed New Years Party, the only minor snap she had was pivoting a Molotov cocktail to the covered figures. The mission shifted that night to figure out the weakness of those that murdered her father, and kill each one of them. Enclose her hands around their throat and stare into their faces as they asphyxiated. She would wait until the color drained from their faces, and then she wouldn’t stop there.

It’s something both of her personalities could agree on. Arielle would never stop, she wasn’t taught to. Each day she woke up to be her secondary self the alias so close to her own name. The dreams she had of her siblings became faint over time. She could barely remember what it was like to be held by her parents that raised her. Her siblings voices had phased out in her dreams completely. Arielle remembered the search party and trying to find Josie under the guise of looking for the missing O’Shea. The Washington Gala itself had caused a shift in her psych, and she could feel the pendulum between her two identities start to rust to a halt.

Wyatt wasn’t supposed to find her, and it felt surreal that he stood in front of her now. Another dream? No, this was reality and for once she felt the weight of the failure of her mission fall on her shoulders. The realization that she had been intertwined in a job for a decade, and the age on her brother’s features secretly cast their judgement on her for it. “You have to. It’s too dangerous big brother.” She murmured and thought back to the good old days. The days she would go off the radar and slip her father the information on the Irish Mafia. He would in turn slip her any information he could about the family as if she were just a stranger to have a cup of coffee with. That stranger would never come through any door again.

The years of building up the alter persona would shift again when she noticed the single tear. It was easy to be absent, to pretend that they didn’t try to find her when she went missing. It was easy to run away from them and not to them after that night. “You can pretend like dad did.” Arielle offered the confidence in her voice dwindled down to a softer tone. “It’s what he would have wanted. I have to finish what we started, and I can’t lose you too.”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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CELL 1

“What the fuck are you staring at?”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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👀 + how do you feel about your siblings?

“I love them past their individual quirks.” @crimsxnbeau, @polcrity, @cassidyfaust, @effiefaust, @sinfvlsovls, @gracelcssx, @drewwhittmore, @revelaare

“My favorite one was crucified and murdered. The living ones can’t even be bothered to be here in Chitown.”

“I was always closer to my dad, but my siblings are the only family I have left. That I can’t openly see.” @crimsxnsins, @rosesjustdie, @crimscnheart

“I don’t really know them, but the universe will guide me the way.”

“I’m trying to amend our relationship since I abandoned him years ago. I probably have siblings elsewhere, and they’re all strangers to me.” @wtcddy

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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💬 there was once a kitchen fire that was 100% your fault

“I own a restaurant, so I hope not.”

“He left me on read. So I made sure his fucking kitchen was dead.”

“It was one hundred percent, Zoe.” @rosesjustdie

“I did foresee it, yes. The grim aftermath of a tea kettle left unattended.”

“Are you sure you’re thinking of me?”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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Smash or Pass Jesse (Ariela)

“How many times do I have to say I’m going to smash my boyfriend, motherfucker?” @jvxlencia

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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ariela - stalking

“Guilty”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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@jvxlencia

Jesse was the only relationship she had, and perhaps that’s what made her obsession with him delve deeper than it should. On an outside point of view she could see how this behavior would be toxic, but not when it was her as the ring leader. It wasn’t odd to her at all that she knew his schedule and his regime down to a T. As she sat down at the bar, she knew he had already been on the clock for fifteen minutes and thirteen seconds.

She’s instantly compelled to take in every physical detail.He has his hair slightly different today. When was the last time they were together? The math was being jumbled around in her head before he finally noticed her. Jealously flickered through her eyes as she had seen him wait on someone else before her. “Jesse. You’re three minutes late serving me. Do I have to shank a bitch?”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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I was always a Leon

Most girls got parties at sweet sixteen, not a mission for the police department. Most didn’t even become cops, but that didn’t stop her father’s vision. The story had to be believable he had said. High School Runaway with no connections to anyone in Chicago. The perfect recipe for a Sentinel for the O’Sheas. Arielle’s rage was rarely matched as she ranked up the ladder for the past twelve years. Morals, principles, the goddamn law was drilled into her head as a young child to the point the switch happened. Ariela Leon vanished at the age of sixteen, and Arielle Hernandez ran right into enemy territory.

The only thing she had to look forward to was the off morning one day out of the month. A diner on the outskirts where the information would be swapped with her father. He knew how to keep secrets, so it made sense that she did too. She wasn’t able to crack fully at the News Years event. She wasn’t able to mourn the man that raised her, and the man that trapped her in the hierarchy of a fucking gang. Instead she marched on with her false persona and let that bitterness fester.

Tonight she had made up her mind. Even if it compromised all those years of work, she wasn’t going to die as her pseudo self. Ariela lifted the safety off the gun as she methodically marched through the maze. Blinded by darkness, the apathy in her soul had leaked to her trigger finger. At the slightest movement, she turned to face the person with her gun up and pointed to what she could assume was their head.

“You have five seconds. Who the fuck are you?”

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crimsonfaux · 4 years

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@crimscnheart

Ariela was trained in her area to be discreet, which once you met her - it was hard to believe she knew what that word meant. After she was able to distance herself from the Walshes she took a detour on the way to her sister’s house. Being undercover she hadn’t been able to check on how Josie was doing, especially after the boat incident. She didn’t have a plan on how to get into the house, but she figured the best way if her sister didn’t answer was to force her way inside.

Nothing really surprised her at this point when her sister’s door was locked. She had barely even existed at this point let alone had the keys to her sister’s house. Dark eyes scanned the area until they settled onto a rock nearby. Shatter a window? That would feel fucking fantastic, but she doubted her sister would be thrilled with her about it. Instead she went the old fashioned route and pulled the lock picking tools out of her pocket. Working the pin into different directions until she heard the click. Of course, with a bit of brute force she was able to force the door open.

“Jesus fucking Christ. This place is nice.” Ariela muttered before she plopped down onto the nearest chair, and placed her hands patiently into her lap. One leg folded over the other and bounced with anticipation. Any minute her sister would show herself. It’s only then she finds the time to question - how would Josie feel about her breaking into her house?

The question vanished in the blink of an eye, as she heard the movement of footsteps. “Hey sis.”