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๐โ,ใJACQUELINE LOVEGROVEใ...ใใ( @eg0died ) ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฏ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ค๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ , ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ด
ย ย ย ย ย ย โcall it nerves, what causes a heel to tap excessively or martini bar olives to substitute a meal,โsomething grows over the halcyon. a looming shadow,โthe silhouette of a man,โthe moreno god,โand he whispers,โ' you do not belong here. 'โlike a sinner in church,โ( something admitedly familiar to her )โmira feels this down to her unsettling core.โโtrespassing.โโbut her, the one bathed in all the glory the title of fbi director can bestow, she holds it differently,โthat whisper.โโ this is dicy territory we're walking in on, โโan olive on a pick lingers by burgundy stained lips,โjust long enough to finish a thought.โโ j. lovegrove seen at the late lev moreno's luxury casino. โโshe bites, an empty pick between her fingers remains.โโ it's an eye-catching headline, if they throw in your job title to the mix. โโand she watches.โnot always jacqueline,โbut what lies behind her, sprawled out like a menu,โand like a moth to a flameโall the dirty little secrets draped in ruby red cloth and gold.โโ lev had quite the eye for gaudy interior design. โโ
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LOCATION: some bar, following the death of lev moreno
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ to be a force of stoicism -- even in the face of torrential agony, this was something entirely different. lev moreno had taken his last breath. something in her couldn't help but wonder when the veil would be lifted, when that son of a bitch would emerge from the smoke and mirrors he'd created to laugh at them all. and yet, something felt all too final. his story was over -- and the soldier was no stranger to the sight of boys racing to grasp for the very thing that will cause them to become men. winona opts to stay as far away from the rat race as she possibly can. even if the boss is dead, there's still jobs to do, loose ends to tie. but, before she can commence all that.. a drink, and a moments pause to breathe.
while she had hoped the drink would bring her some solace -- no one ever finds peace in the bottom of a whiskey glass. it can only bring you hell. perhaps this is why she's barely touched it, instead opting to find entertainment in the droplets of water falling from the ice. slowly, it would dissolve into nothing. funny, just like the moreno clan soon would. that is -- unless someone stepped the fuck up and put the ducks in a row. vulnerability wasn't an option.
this prospect becomes a bit more difficult, however, when she lays on the bar's latest patron. fucking hell. twenty years will certainly lead to some permanence in one's existence, and it seems that vik has become that permanence. there was a time when he had undone her walls -- allowed her to feel when she knew better. he had been a man scorned back then, cowering in her arms like a wounded animal. and yet, my god, she didn't know if she had possibly loved anyone more.
but much like a spell, love can be broken. shutting the door on that had been what was best for them both. it had been a clean break -- and he would never know the hold he had once had over her. however, it had never stopped her from adding another crime to the laundry list of other she had committed in her lifetime: caring.
while she is ordinarily a master of being invisible -- she is well aware that he's seen her. eyes are downcast as he approaches her, creating a small whirlpool within her glass.
โ did you ever think this would happen? โ she asks, eyes finally falling upon him before turning to the chair as if to say sit without utilizing a single word. as for her question, it had been one she had asked herself time and time again, even when the man of the hour was still haunting the streets. someone finally put him down. some days, she wondered if he was immortal. โ that he'd just go'n' fuckin' die? โ even if much of her relationship with lev was transactional, something felt distinctly empty within him nonetheless.
ย ย ย ย ย ย โshe speaks before he can, and in return, is viktor's silence to the question everyone wants to know right afterโ' how the world came to be. 'โit's as profound,โin a way that lends itself to the idea that theirs just ended with lev's final bow.โโa stage curtain drawn.โโviktor's answer is found in the protracted pause, a stolen glance from her to the chair he slips onto as if the weight of the world followed,โstiff and sullen. โโ he's still here, winona. โโthe cryptic revelation falls between them, that space proximity cannot close even with an outreaching hand finding the space between her shoulder and bone blade. a brief,โalmost foreign touchโthat brings comfort only until it doesn't and his hand is instead wrapping around the first glass a bartender places in front of him.โโ he's never going away. โโthis, viktor found to be answer two days after lev moreno's passing as he sat watching theโโblood prodigyโโoffer up the same look his father used to.โheld in the eyes.โand again when torment found a companion in helena, lingering even when the body had gone cold.โโ i want you to do something for me. โโthe conversation works itself jerkily to an abrupt change like this had been his intention,โto find her sitting at the bar under a warm incandescent overhead light,โnumbing herself in the way that seemedโโcontagiousโโaround this city.โโ something to consider as a request. โโa demand would impose mistrust. the bar counter holds a particular shine viktor focuses on,โit's time,โa way to allow the words to wash around in his mouth.โโ if you're asked to do something, come to me first. โโ
โ #โ ย ย ย ย guilt ย ย rattles ย ย in ย ย their ย ย breath, ย ย whisper ย ย of ย ย levโs ย ย tenor ย ย serpentines ย ย around ย ย viktorโs ย ย response. ย ย how ย ย grief ย ย can ย ย displace ย ย entire ย ย existences, ย ย ( ย ย you ย ย shouldnโt ย ย and ย ย yet ย ย . . . ย ย sat ย ย beside ย ย an ย ย empty ย ย chair, ย ย the ย ย archangels ย ย with ย ย blood ย ย on ย ย their ย ย hands. ย ย what ย ย to ย ย do ย ย with ย ย all ย ย this ย ย blood, ย ย without ย ย their ย ย avowed ย ย god ย ย ? ย ย ) ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ย ย fractures ย ย by ย ย the ย ย revealed ย ย teeth. ย ย no ย ย amount ย ย of ย ย bitter ย ย amber ย ย can ย ย drown ย ย the ย ย awful ย ย truth ย ย which ย ย tightens ย ย in ย ย the ย ย chest, ย ย dismay ย ย frayed ย ย between ย ย their ย ย eyebrows ย ย and ย ย the ย ย unspoken ย ย reply. ย ย thereโs ย ย no ย ย peace ย ย in ย ย the ย ย truth. ย ย โ ย ย of ย ย course ย ย not. ย ย โย ย ย remorse ย ย chews ย ย on ย ย helenaโs ย ย words, ย ย pry ย ย to ย ย the ย ย surface ย ย a ย ย pale ย ย ghost ย ย of ย ย insomnolent, ย ย southern ย ย nights. ย ย how ย ย fortunate ย ย for ย ย lev ย ย to ย ย find ย ย those ย ย so ย ย prepared, ย ย devout ย ย until ย ย his ย ย very ย ย end ย ย and ย ย more ย ย . . . ย ย how ย ย lucky. ย ย head ย ย swings ย ย back ย ย for ย ย another ย ย gulp, ย ย glass ย ย tight ย ย in ย ย their ย ย tense ย ย grip. ย ย โ ย ย but nothinโ ย ย been said ย ย out ย ย loud, ย ย and ย ย itโll ย ย stay ย ย that ย ย way. " ย ย fearful ย ย of ย ย what ย ย might ย ย be ย ย heard. ย ย still, ย ย thereโs ย ย a ย ย cruel ย ย turn ย ย of ย ย their ย ย smile, ย ย disguised ย ย by ย ย the ย ย glass ย ย brought ย ย near. ย ย โ ย ย a ย ย shame ย ย that ย ย he ย ย wonโt ย ย get ย ย that ย ย open ย ย casket ย ย like ย ย he ย ย always ย ย wanted. ย ย let ย ย the ย ย world ย ย get ย ย one ย ย grand, ย ย final ย ย look. ย ย โ ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย โ' and it'll stay that way, 'โthe motto they now live by.โthe walls have ears,โthe casino whispersโand all it takes is one wire, a single unrealized spark to tap into every secret behind closed doors.โit's not safe here,โbut it's not safe anywhere.โโ he got what he wanted. โโthe whole of new york feels it, likeโโan atomic bomb,โโno one in the radius is untouched,โall left to deal with the side effects of his deathโand there is no pill to swallow down that makes it easier, even in this liquid form both nurse like it's their last. his head shakes in self depreciation before the glass is drawn back upโโ look at us. this is another one of his tests. โโit's shame he swallows this time,โthick and sharpโand for a moment,โit's necessary,โneeded to push down the thought of the deceased looking down at themโ. . . or up at themโwith judgement, for this to be their reaction. a seat is taken,โfacing helena and the large pane glass panel looking down over the halcyon,โโthe eyes of god.โโand he can understand, something primal calls to the power it gives until the glass he holds slips from between calloused finger pads and shatters, shards littering the office floor,โbut he does nothing.โhe sits with a breathless, โโ we're fucked. โโ
๐โ,ใMEREDITH GRIFFINใ...ใใ( @alamortz ) ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ค๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ , ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ด
ย ย ย ย ย ย โit's there, etching across the fine lines like a worn roadmap of fifty six years,โthe price of returning to the past.โsitting across from the woman called wife decades back, he thinks,โ' this time will be different 'โbut he always ends up here with empty bottles lining along the floor and table like knocked over dominos, glasses filled with intent to forget,โโand meredith.โโthe only person who makes vodka neat look like water. selfishness places her in the chair across,โoffered up with a kick,โpushing the seat out.โfew words are exchanged in favor of the comparative comfort,โshe makes him appear to drink less,โthat this isn't a crutch.โbut the empty shot glass he sets back down over the water ring of condensation speaks louder.โโ not exactly a medical emergency. โโno, this was theโ' other 'โsort he mumbled about outside of her door five minutes beforehand.

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๐โ,ใESTELLE VOLKOVAใ...ใใ( @angclfall ) ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐น. ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ , ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ด
ย ย ย ย ย ย โthe dimming light flickering overhead the hotel entrance claims it's reputation,โno one wants to come here.โan aging memory of what it had been,โlost to time,โand that too echos what is becoming of them,โthe morenos.โit's all a pale comparison of past glory.โviktor steps over the threshold older each time, payment in the untraceable form exchanging hands like it's second nature,โโbut she is different.โโthe psychiatrist.โit's a glance in passing from the lobby's edge by a glass shattered window pane where a man in a worn leather jacket is handed a bag from viktor,โand this acknowledgment of the outlier,โit lingers too long to claim indifference.โdoes she belong?โbut what is done here is taken to the grave, as shallow as some may be.โand this is why he waits,โlike unfinished business.โthe clank of a zippo lighterโengraved with his allegianceโsounds through the emptied hotel, shut with the same force it's opened with once the narrow cylinder between lips ignite. even a familiar stranger is not to be trusted.
๐โ,ใEMILIO VAILENTEใ...ใใ( @catchfir3z ) ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฏ. ๐ข ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ช๐ง๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ , ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฎ
ย ย ย ย ย ย โa pen's cap clicks incessantly in mira's once gloved grip, the same pen she carries as if it were to possess a lifeline, but it's familiarity.โand she favors it,โyet the same cannot always be said of recognition contained in his features, a cocktail ofโโpermanent disappointmentโโand the unease in wait of something to go wrong like the whistle on a kettle, it'll come out of silence.โit's vanity that mira believes herself to know more than him,โbut her eyes,โas weary as they appear illuminated by red and blue siren lights cutting through the dead of night,โthey've seen more, eight years more.โโ this must be more serious than anyone realises if you're here. โโshe faces away, like talking to a ghost.โโ it's not related, to the moreno case. if that's what you heard pete say too. โโ
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๐โ,ใVALENTINO MORENOใ...ใใ( @eg0died ) ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฏ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ค๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ , ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต
ย ย ย ย ย ย โgrief presents itself in ways that no two share the same resolve,โmanifested with external differences, but โโimplicit judgementโโadvances in a steal gait emerging from the shadows, settling in the adjacent right sided seat to lev's prodigy.โโmoreno blood.โโthere will never be a right time,โto pluck valentino out of his anguish will always be too soon and yet,โit can undoubtedly be claimed that a few days since lev's passing is, in fact, too soon.โโ they did the same performance yesterday. โโbut he too finds difficulty in a parting glance to him,โthe one now to be called godfather,โโthe one possessing his father's resemblance,โโlev's likeness.โas if all the years have washed away and viktor sits there harboring secrets already known to the man holding all the cards.โโthey will never be rid of him.โโhe is there in the dimly lit audience,โin the vacant office watching from above,โin the remnants of what is left after those who pledged loyalty have been bled dry.โโ they'll do it again tomorrow. โโhe espies the nearing empty glass of alcohol on the table and a second glance is offered with no comfort presented in the inevitable,โthe answer he knows.โโ have you been upstairs? โโ

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๐โ,ใDANTE VALMONTใ...ใใ( @bad0gs ) ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด. ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข'๐ด ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต , ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ด
ย ย ย ย ย ย โa cookie tray pulled from the oven sits on the kitchen counter and a plastic container labeling a failure at $2.99 sits in the bin.โโthis is what families do.โโbut she is not her sister, she is merely a performative attempt of the maternal image conjured up from television commercials and magazine articles.โa name and mirror reflection are all sisters share now,โand a boy.โmiriam's nephew.โthe one who stands by the doorway with a bloodied bottom lip.โโ' behold i send you out as sheep amidst the wolves. 'โโnew york is not kind to all, but mira knows he is not kind to it either because she shares in that pessimism rooted in their very bones.โit's exchanged over finger print dusting, bloodied sidewalks, bullet fragments and neon yellow caution tape.โโthat is what this family does.โโโ did you mouth off to lovegrove or valiente? โโneither.โshe knows this, it's as nonchalant as asking for coffee with no sugar, just cream, and because of this,โmira looks downward to the round dining table with a singular place setting,โjust now pushed across to the chair he will occupy, the only other chair.
๐โ,ใESTELLE VOLKOVAใ...ใใ( @angclfall ) ๐ง๐ฃ๐ช. ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ , ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ
ย ย ย ย ย ย โher worry comes in a tangible form, a rushed lunch she scarfs down hovered over the notes and newspaper clippings of a crimeโ( new york's chosen idol they claim god-like sacrificed )โunsolved,โmarked up in red ink that serves toโpull attention to importance.โand the unease,โit comes etched in the delicate skin around her eyes,โthe fine lines across her forehead and the way she holds tension in her lips after each bite.โโthere is a weight to this case,โโsomething that haunts the snow blanketed streets of new york at night when only the flicker of a neon sign and dulled street lamp remain a constant.โโit's in the name.โโsacred and given meaning otherwise foreign to those who did not claim the title ofโmoreno,โgutierrezโor โsawumara.โโ how many times did you meet him? โโmira doesn't glance past the edge of the table,โbut she knows that walk belongs to estelle,โthe pace and weight of her steps.โโ lev ' lucky ' moreno, did you ever meet him? โโ
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Delilah takes a sip of her drink and does not comment. Viktor likes his accusations, flimsy things to fling at her like weapons. "He has exams this week," she reminds him coolly, almost cruelly. Her son is brilliant, of course, and he's always her son - a vindictive, self-centered nature ignoring any and all resemblance to the man beside her. She looks at him now, the father of her child ( sperm donor if she's feeling particularly cruel ), and feels nothing. Nothing but pity for the girl she once was and a swell of heartache for the other child Viktor took from her. "Don't be absurd," spoken with haughty, aristocratic disdain, the kind she knows irritates him to no end, "You are of no value to us." A casual remind of where he stands in her life, and perhaps a hint that she gets her information elsewhere ( true ), one that hopefully sends him off on a paranoid spiral. "I am here about Alexander," she takes another sip. "However, given recent events, I am concerned about him seeing you."
ย ย ย ย ย ย โthe antidote to her snake venom,โit's found at the bottom of an empty glass. a tap on the rim calls for another to the bartender six paces away cleaning a fingerprint smudged flute with an off-white towel.โand viktor is answered inโโjudgement ladened strides.โโthe same silent condemnation, he might deduce, would come at the expense of dangling a cigarette from his lips just now. only, from her. โโ it's a good thing your concern doesn't matter much about what he does as an adult. โโcontempt fuels his desire to meet her gaze, stone cold as the day she left.โa blemished memory of a woman in black,โpulling and tugging at what he's buried.โโwhat they've buried.โโโ since you already know that, how exactly did you plan to execute this threat? โโstill, he assumes that years which have not been kind would keep delilah's intent crystalline; as if he knows,โโbut he doesn't even know her.โโthe voice of the dead reminds him just now,โlike a whisper and a phantom hand on his shoulder,โthe very same as the day she ran.

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๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐: lev moreno's home office, night after lev's death. ๐ช๐๐๐: viktor drake, closed for @makingenemies
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ย ย ย ย ย ย โthe room collects its congregation, and in the absence of the one who thought himself savior,โevery movement still remains performative,โwatched by the omniscient.โthe eyes of this self proclaimed god are everywhere,โin the form of every person.โviktor looks to them, to helena, with a wayward glance. the one lev twisted and turned into viktor's ownโโpersonal antagonistโโfor a climb neither could survive the fall from.โnow all he sees is the same fate they suffer and it manifests in helena's posture, confirmed by what renders him speechless. and instead,โhe reaches to numb the truth in liquid courage.โโ you shouldn't ask that. โโbecause they know.โit's in the way the room feels just then and a certain irony that settles in.โthree feet above where a man once sat,โwho could damn or claim your salvation with a mere glance,โviktor's attention snags.โโthe crucifix,โโit hangs tilted.โunchanged because lev is not there to meticulously palm at it with a parable curated for the individual who stands before the judge, jury and executioner.โโ and i don't like my answer. โโhe swallows down the honesty.โliquid regret burning the back of his throat.โโhe never has found comfort in the truth.โโ you don't like yours either, do you? โโ
๐โ,ใDELILAH CANNONใ...ใใ( @blondambiticn ) ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฏ. ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ป๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ , ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ณ
ย ย ย ย ย ย โโ you knew he was't coming. โโaccusations never out of reach, dancing on the tongue's tip, an attribute similarly likened to the woman at the barstool adjacent.โthe one he hardly indulges with recognition,โa payment reserved for anyone else who wouldn't peer at him with the sameโcutthroat malice.โalmost tangible in her gaze, the way she desires to reach over and wrap a wedding band costumed hand around his throat. โโand maybe, it's mutual.โโthe first of shared common ground nestled between a snifter glass of scotch, untouched since its arrival mirrored the sound of a repetitious clack across the marble lobby.โโ so why did you? โโhis positioning shift removes the ex-wife from his peripheral and a grasp claims the wood-agedย spirit,โbottom lip pressing against the glass with another accusation.โโ maybe francisco should find someone else to spy for him, that's what this is about, isn't it? โโnot alexander.โโthe death of their god.โโa name that fails to be spoken.โlev moreno.