trust isn't easily given

> Ian York

Ian is being retired but may still participate in some events. He may remain followed but is no longer an active character.

“Fine. Let’s fight. But, you can’t go crying to whoever when you go to them with a black eye. I gave you an out, you passed. Plus, I’m never going to confide with a stranger. Ever.” He took a step toward her. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Alexei, stop.” Ian gave him another warning. He got a cigarette and lighted it to try and calm his nervous, but it was hardly helping. “Get the fuck out of here, Alexei.”

Ian was livid. He heard the woman tell the submissive to go and they did just that, fleeing the scene. “You had no right!” He yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

Liana let out a soft sigh of relief when the other submissive hurried off. She had successfully ended that fight before it began and she was quite pleased about it. “I’m sorry, Sir. There are better ways to get anger out than getting in a fight with a random submissive though, I believe.”

Ian looked at the woman, not remembering her name, but realizing she was familiar. “You’re not my fucking keeper.” He took a step toward her. “You want to step in? Tell me what to fucking do?”

Mila kept her hands up in the air, deciding Ian was more of a threat than the other man so she faced him, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Master Ian. I’m just stating my opinion. I don’t think he wants to fight.” As she looked over her shoulder, the other man wasn’t even there anymore. Well…. she’d done what she’d planned, but now she was left with this angry Dominant. “Are you looking for a fight?” 

Ian was...upset. Cressida has left him. Not in the sense of going back to her home, but left Verona. She’d told him she couldn’t do it and fuck, that hurt. Ian had put all of his trust into her and this was what he’d gotten. He found himself at the bottom of a bourbon bottle and was now roaming the streets of Verona, trying to feel something. Looking for a fight. He caught the sense from someone to his right and he turned to look at them. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He snarled. “You wanna fight?” He asked easily.

The words that left his mouth, however, had Alexei wondering what the fuck was going on with the man. He’d seen him like this before, but something about the look in his eyes was different. “I was looking at you-- didn’t realize that was suddenly off limits.” He raised an eyebrow and found himself smirking slightly, “You don’t actually want to fight.”

Really– Ian was one of the people the submissive didn’t feel like he needed to keep an arms length away from. 

The words that left his mouth, however, had Alexei wondering what the fuck was going on with the man. He’d seen him like this before, but something about the look in his eyes was different. “I was looking at you– didn’t realize that was suddenly off limits.” He raised an eyebrow and found himself smirking slightly, “You don’t actually want to fight.”

Realizing that he was staring at Alexei, Ian took a step back. He didn’t have any beef with submissive, but the liquor was making everything hazy. “No. Just...go, Alexei.” Ian grumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. 

Ian was...upset. Cressida has left him. Not in the sense of going back to her home, but left Verona. She’d told him she couldn’t do it and fuck, that hurt. Ian had put all of his trust into her and this was what he’d gotten. He found himself at the bottom of a bourbon bottle and was now roaming the streets of Verona, trying to feel something. Looking for a fight. He caught the sense from someone to his right and he turned to look at them. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He snarled. “You wanna fight?” He asked easily.

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Ian was…upset. Cressida has left him. Not in the sense of going back to her home, but left Verona. She’d told him she couldn’t do it and fuck, that hurt. Ian had put all of his trust into her and this was what he’d gotten. He found himself at the bottom of a bourbon bottle and was now roaming the streets of Verona, trying to feel something. Looking for a fight. He caught the sense from someone to his right and he turned to look at them. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He snarled. “You wanna fight?” He asked easily.

Originally posted by sweetirons

Liana wasn’t far away from home and since things had mostly calmed down with the apparent murderer in jail, she didn’t mind walking without security. That is, she didn’t mind until she happened upon what she thought could easily become a nasty fight. The bratty submissive that was eyeing the Dominant seemed to shrink back a little at the Dominant’s words, which Liana took as her cue to step in. “Uh- I don’t think anyone should fight. There are better ways to get aggression out,” she said before she physically put herself between the two men. Looking at the submissive she met his eyes. “Go,” she murmured, hoping he would do just that.

Liana wasn’t far away from home and since things had mostly calmed down with the apparent murderer in jail, she didn’t mind walking without security. That is, she didn’t mind until she happened upon what she thought could easily become a nasty fight. The bratty submissive that was eyeing the Dominant seemed to shrink back a little at the Dominant’s words, which Liana took as her cue to step in. “Uh- I don’t think anyone should fight. There are better ways to get aggression out,” she said before she physically put herself between the two men. Looking at the submissive she met his eyes. “Go,” she murmured, hoping he would do just that.

Ian was livid. He heard the woman tell the submissive to go and they did just that, fleeing the scene. “You had no right!” He yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Ian was...upset. Cressida has left him. Not in the sense of going back to her home, but left Verona. She’d told him she couldn’t do it and fuck, that hurt. Ian had put all of his trust into her and this was what he’d gotten. He found himself at the bottom of a bourbon bottle and was now roaming the streets of Verona, trying to feel something. Looking for a fight. He caught the sense from someone to his right and he turned to look at them. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He snarled. “You wanna fight?” He asked easily.

Lucio raised a brow at his fellow Montague and sighed. “People always seem surprised when they find out I’m a Montague. They expect to see someone like you when they hear the name. Fight me if you wish and I’ll show you how much of a Montague I am.” Lucio inspected his nails on his right hand, feeling an unforgivable hangnail on his index finger. “Or we can get you some coffee before you get yourself arrested. Your choice.” 

Ian clenched his teeth. Lucio was right and the last thing their family needed was another of them in jail. “Coffee.” He grumbled.