Legends Never Die

“Please don’t fall,” he chuckled softly, his arms around her small frame as he relaxed, letting the crowd’s noise sink in. Taking his gloves, he tossed them to the side so he could brush his fingers through a lock of her hair, olive eyes on the small Russian. “It was,” he confirmed softly, hugging her close. He’d played for Team Sweden, and for the NHL now. This was Aksel’s life, come full circle. “We’ll go on a nice vacation,” he promised her gently. Though, there would be parades and the like he’d have to show his face at first. 

The only part of his life he didn’t like was people having expectations of him: he wasn’t as well spoken, nor was his English as strong as his teammates. 

The heel of her Louboutin picked into the ice and swiveled lazily as she looked down at their luxurious shine. This might not have been the most appropriate occasion to wear them, but if her sister Lesya had taught her anything it was to treat every surface like a runway. “I’ll wear sneakers next time,” she chuckled and leaned her head into his side carefully. Their summer was going to busy, and Nat couldn’t help but worry that their victory would take him away from her for great periods of time. A vacation, however, was something she could look forward to.

He’d been on the team for years now: he’d started as the backup goalie, and with his predecessor retiring, he’d been moved to primary only that season. The Cup had been won in double overtime, and he was exhausted; sweat pouring from his brow was brushed away with a hand as he moved towards his teammates. The thundering of the crowd felt distant as he watched the cup, his hand moving to clap his captain on the shoulder. He’d worked his entire life to be there, and he knew the summer would come with even more celebration. It begins. Aksel rolled his shoulders a bit, the goalie’s pads making him hulking compared to even the two teammates that were taller than he was. 

Taking the cup, the surreal moment settled in as his heart rate still hammered, the blood rushing in his ears as their families came down onto the ice. After passing the cup to one of their wingers, he moved to embrace the tiny blonde, finding his center back in her again. “We did it. No one can say we didn’t earn this.”

Natalya had been watching hockey since as long as she could remember. her brother Luka would sit her on his lap and they would watch Team Russia play in the Olympics and hear him roar over Ovechkin - the man her brother was convinced was the greatest hockey player of his time. While Nat never really understood too much about hockey, it was something that had brought their nation together as well as her family. It later, brought Aksel to her.

She almost couldn’t believe it. Natalya had done her best not to get ahead of herself and always flirted with the idea that they could win but it was not something guaranteed. Yet, with one final glove save the home-team crowd was sent into a roar of celebration. They had broken the curse of seemingly endless failure and would finally have their names on the Stanley Cup. Surrounded by the other wives and girlfriends, Nat hopped in place, her hands coming together in a rapid clap as the cup was brought out onto the ice and it was handed off to their Captain and soon it was passed to each member of the team.

Open to:: Delilah is heterosexual. I am open to friendships, frenemy and familial threads with females for this open as well.

Possible Connections:: Bride to be, Brother, Other Family Members, Best Man, Friend of the Groom, Brother of the Bride, Friend pretending to be date. Open to other connections.

There was nothing Delilah hated more than weddings, and the week of hell was just beginning. With her brother at the head of the table, his bride sat at his side dressed in white. Why is she always wearing white, she thought to herself. Sure, she was the bride, but it wasn’t her wedding day yet. Delilah forced a smile their way before looking down the lengths of the table. her entire family was there exchanging pleasantries with the occasional glance at empty chair by her side. Delilah was far from spoken for, and she had scrambled to find a date for the family dinner - and later, for the wedding. Her heart sunk deep in her chest at the thought of being left alone with the intense week ahead of her, and she could already hear her family’s pity echoing inside her skull. 

Reaching beneath the table, Delilah’s thumbs carefully worked over the touch screen of her phone.

“Let’s just say I canceled my appointments for today,” she chuckled, shaking her head a bit as she nursed the cup of coffee. “Coffee in the maker, too,” she added with a flip, wave of her hand. “I figured I’d spend the day cleaning this place up and in my pajamas. You?”

“you do realize what you just said right? i kill people. i killed a father of three right before coming her. delilah, i’m a bad person.” nikolas wasn’t really sure why he told her. maybe because he wanted her to run away. he trusted her enough to know that she wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but maybe she didn’t trust him enough to think he was safe. that would make all these things he felt for her, a lot easier. 

“i guess i wanted to scare you away before i ended up fucking things up. fucking you up.” he admitted, though it was difficult. “i guess i wanted things to end before i blew up your life.” 

“And I grew up with the Notoriani boys storming in covered and blood. I’ve been patching up their fighters before I even started med-school.” Delilah shrugged. It was no secret that the Notoriani was a powerful family, and it had once attracted her mother. While she had been told that her father was a prestigious Canadian doctor, Delilah was sure her mother had bed the twins uncle. Let it me by birth, or by influence Delilah had pieces of the mafia embedded in her and she wasn’t going to hold him judge him for the actions taken on orders from those above him.

“you have to-” unable to hold herself back anymore, lucia lunged. all bared teeth and pure hunger, she went for his throat first, her fangs extended, eyes flashing red. she was no longer lucia, but the embodiment of the hunger that had consumed her. her veins were on fire, and all she could think about was easing that pain. her teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his collarbone, her small body straddling him as she used her newfound strength to hold him down.

Jude watched, his gaze aflame as Delilah twirled for him, the scarlet of her dress perfectly contrasting with the noir sky behind. When she then asked him if he liked her dress, Jude couldn’t help but smirk. 

“I do, quite a lot, it really does things for me, babe,” he told her, the smirk only getting wider as he spoke. Jude looked down as he felt her hip brush against his and he used it as a chance to blatantly admire her figure. “I’m sure you’re the envy or desire of everyone in that room,” he mused. 

The chill summer air sent a shiver up her spine, it was much cooler than blazing summer sun that lit up the sky only hours ago. Felling the warmth of his body near a hand reached out, guiding his arm around her waist. Nobody was around to know. With the darkness of night as their cover, they were free to do as they pleased.

“That might be a dramatic exaggeration,” Delilah laughed, her head leaning back against his chest before she took another drag.

Laying on the couch, the petite brunette was childlike as she brought her knees up to her chest and forced back tears. Her father was back, after years of thinking he was dead. She should be happy, not afraid. But the man in the guest room, not much more than skin and bone wasn’t the father Darcy remembered. He wasn’t the father she had yearned for all these years. A hand rubbed over her face, her body becoming still as she heard footsteps encroach on the living room. “Dante?” she whispered out, her voice wavering, “is that you?”