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‘‘–Seriously because.. I don’t know what hurts more.’‘ He says with a half attempt at a shrug, making a face at the latina. ‘‘Make it easier. Kill me already.’‘

‘‘if you think.. ho paura dei meathead con le armi? you got another thing comin’ mariana.’‘ there’s no emotion in his tone this time, eyes darting around the area before they settle back on her own again. ‘‘really? everything gotta be in your control?’‘ dimitri utters with a laugh, moving his hands back to the table as his fingers drum along the surface. ‘‘everything havin’ to be in your control.. now that’s hot.’‘ shooting a look over to her, he moves back to his original side of the table sinking back in his seat. ‘‘hm?  reconsider what?’‘

‘’that’s me. bold & thriving in trouble.’‘ brows raise in an amused, yet challenging manner as he hears her words. there she seemed to strike some nerve in him, fingers drumming along the table more impatiently. dimitri leans over the table as if he’s going to make the bold move to kiss her, forehead just resting against her own. ‘‘y’wouldn’t mind if i bite though?’‘ he mumbles, reaching down to grab a fry off his plate without breaking the eye-contact.  dimitri stands from his seat and moves to the otherside where she’s sitting, hand immediately coming to rest in on her thigh. ‘‘think you’re gon’ find out how wrong y’are about us italians. get your ass up, and i’ll show you a great time.’‘

‘‘see? i’m not just full of wisdom, mija. i’m full of great ideas.’‘ lowering his head for a moment at her words because he’s trying to hide the smile fighting it’s way onto his features. if only she knew.. what he’d been harboring would be with hiim for life, hell it may end up sending him away for life. but as long as it remain buried, she wouldn’t.. can’t find out about it. ‘‘me? go soft? never.  before i go in, i wouldn’t mind just hanging out. i’ll cook you something, like.. like old times.’‘ mateo murmurs finally looking up with a light smile, hand going up to tousle her hair again. ‘‘i know. i love you too. you and chloe mean the world to me.’‘

‘‘oh please, i bet if i got the chance i’d give you a hell of a good time. i have plenty of things to offer. muscle, the ability to never miss with throwing knives, a smile. y’know the perks of growing up in the mafia world?’‘ brows raise almost tauntingly, hand sliding out to rest ontop of hers just for a few seconds before pulling it away to grab another fry. ‘‘keep sayin’ i’m no good, and i’m only goin’ to prove you wrong reyes. you’re gon’ eat those words.. se non ti mangio prima.’‘ he mumbles in a daring tone as he eyes the leader down, lips curling up into a dangerous smirk.

‘‘– look at you catching on.’‘ the moretti name seemed to leave an impression here on the folks of rosewick, and.. of course it had to be trouble. who was he kidding? mariana was right, it was something he thrived on. ‘’people say that, then they want something.. but..’‘ trailing off, dimitri takes another fry and pops it into his mouth again leaning forward some. ‘‘dunno what you want yet. maybe it’s just.. good company. am i somewhere in the ballpark?’‘

satisfied with the answer, mateo nods and resumes packing his bag. ‘’light the city on fire and how about you do the renovating?’’ mateo says with a grunt, turning to face her once he’s finished. mateo is silent for a moment or two, taking a few steps towards her. ‘’you do know i’m here.. if you ever want to talk, right? i’m sorry for getting all sentimental, but i do want you to know i’m here to listen.’’ 

                    mariana reyes. despite his nature, part of him desired to say nothing to her, no actions to fill the void except his ceaseless glare and the weight of all the unsaid words hung over them both. he often remembers their final meeting, he certainly remembers having to discuss the awful things he’d said and vice versa with his therapist, but it never makes the thoughts cut any shallower. the fact remains ––– she’s been thrust out from the position she held in his life, his constant, and she now stands an unknown entity. a stranger. an enemy.

                    ❛     it  was  my  fault.     ❜     and just like it always does, ronan’s soft, tender tone betrays his stoic, rugged looks. whilst he may seem like he wants for nothing more than her head on a pike, his caramel words paint an entirely different picture. tinged with sadness, a longing he could never quite shake off, he looks at mariana as he speaks, heart tugging towards her as if it had a single say.     ❛     you  okay  ?  i  hit  you  kinda’  hard.     ❜     he feels substantially guilty, still, for knocking her. he was a big guy and it could’ve, very realistically, left a bruise.

               UNLIKE HIM, mariana had not spoken of their last encounter. nor did she plan to. talking about it made it that much more REAL. and if she was entirely honest, she DID NOT WANT it to be real. he had been her rock for such a large part of her life and he hadn’t even known it. in fact, the whole time he had thought she was saving him. when really, he kept her so leveled. so GROUNDED. so… SOFT. and now he didn’t. now she had blake. while it was entirely different, different people, different EMOTIONS and FEELINGS. they, in their own ways, were her support systems. as a best friend, it had been ronan. as much more than she cared to admit, it was blake. and while she had lost ronan, he hadn’t lost her. though, like many more things… he didn’t even know.

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Dark eyes search the gang leader’s, popping a french-fry into his mouth. Straight to the point or play around it? Eh, fuck it. Whatever this was, this was going.. to be fun.‘‘Mariana Reyes– you look good. But you already know that, so..’‘ Fingers drum along the table, brows raising amusingly. ‘‘What brings you over ‘ere?’‘

‘‘small towns are weird. this place is just weird in general.’‘ he says with a mumble, taking a moment to pause and let her words really sink in. he heard bits and pieces of it, but.. brushed it off. ‘‘.. how weird?  sabes que puedes hablar conmigo, verdad? Es lo que estoy aquí para el pequeño.’‘ mateo has to stifle a laugh, hand going up as if he was attempting to clear his throat. ‘‘honestly wouldn’t blame you if you set it on fire. feel like a few changes could do this town good.’’

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‘‘Didn’t have time to go to that party, but I heard.. it was definitely one to remember.’’ Mateo says as he walks past her, hand moving to tousle her hair as he gathers stuff up in his bag to prepare for his next shift. ‘‘How’ve you been, kid?’‘

               she was doing well with hiding her anxiety , also with hiding the fact that moments prior to finding someone she considered extremely close to her ; she was hidden in the corn maze with panic rising to new heights & her breathing taking a toll on her. thankfully , being lorelei warder , the woman hadn’t even looked in the direction of the punch that was located within the haunted house. wearing her pink ladies jacket & 80′s ponytail upon her head , lorelei sipped on her water bottle ( many more in her bag that she had brought with her , knowing better than to come to a haunted house without essentials ). eyes located the woman within moments , her sober mind probably the only clear one within the party. ‘‘ hey beauty , ’’ she stated with a small smile on her lips. mari was probably the only person that would be able to tell lorelei wasn’t in her comfort zone , but if mari was even remotely as fucked up as the others , she had to push down her own worries & focus on keeping the woman in a good place to avoid a horrible reaction. ‘‘ how you feelin’ ? have any of the punch ? ’’ / @rubystained·

           mariana had survived the night, or well, so far. not a single threat had left heart shaped lips as of yet and not a single soul had crossed her. SHE LOVED HALLOWEEN. at one point, she had even turned to avoid all the friendly chatter. not quite used to socializing. even when in class, she hated being approached. the only time she allowed social interactions were during DANCE REHEARSALS. excluding ANARCHY. they were family. them... well, them she liked.

A little side smile is given to her as he scans the area, always alert, always on guard. His eyes look back towards his leader shortly after she stares at him and with his free hand he grabs an abandoned drink from a nearby table and takes a sip. “Do you want me to stay with you the whole party or just… watch from afar?”, Blake asks, his breath immediately drowning in the strong smell of vodka.

@rubystained     ⟶     𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂.

                    with his sisters finally in the hands of people he believed to be taking semi-decent care of them, ronan had taken that as his cue to leave. he’d already felt marginally out of place in the crowds, hummingbird heartbeat threatening to burst forth from his ribs at any moment, only quelled when he managed to find a familiar face ( rare ) or a moment of peace ( even rarer ). moving towards the door, he tripped on some unknown object, likely a wire of some kind, forcing him to stumble into a nearby body, head down as he desperately tried to find the source of his blunder rather than make eye contact.     ❛  sh––– shit.  sorry,  sorry.  something  …  fuckin’  tripped  me.  ❜

            doe like gaze, an underestimation of her character, had spotted him way back when he had first gotten to the party. SHE HAD HELD HER BREATH. an all too familiar person. or, well, he HAD been. ONCE UPON A TIME.

“I need to ask, my dear Señorita, how drunk do you actually plan to get tonight?”, Blake wonders as they step in, catching the eye of some party-goers right away with their matching costumes. “Ain’t planning to control your drinking, of course, just wanna know in case hell breaks loose or whatever”.

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‘‘i know, i know. i just–’‘ the interaction the two first shared earlier is stuck in his mind because he can’t seem to let the past go between them. there’s a sigh that escapes his lips, and his eyes meet mariana’s gaze once more. ‘‘i know.. lo siento, mari. just tell me what you need from me.’‘

Hope hated Halloween. Actually, she hated most holidays, but Halloween felt especially stupid to her. When you were adult, all it seemed to be was an excuse to dress slutty, get scared, and party to find someone to fuck for the night. At least that was what every experience she had with the holiday seemed to be. She never usually went out or did anything special for it. She never usually attended the Halloween party or anything, but apparently that was changing this year. One of her friends had convinced her to go to the local party at the murder house, which sounded just awful. But she owed them one and they said they wanted her there because they didn’t want to go alone. And while the woman knew she would just end up alone once her friend found someone to make out with, she was still talked into it. And she was even talked into a slutty outfit too. She absolutely despised it, but she didn’t get very many options. She picked the vampire one because it didn’t have any makeup or wigs or anything. Plus at least the cape would provide some cover and warmth in the cold.

So here she was, dressed as a slutty vampire at the murder house, left to her own devices once her friend found company. God, this was ridiculous. That girl owed her big time for this. Hope wandered around upstairs, trying to avoid the pressing bodies and people pretending to dance which was really just dry humping to music. She was looking at pictures on the wall when she turned a corner and something popped out at her. A scream left her lips at the scare before she realized it was just some prop someone had left to scare people. She kicked at the prop and crossed her arms over her chest. “I fucking hate Halloween.”

           and there she was, the queen of anarchy, dressed to match her right hand man - or well, her other half in many cases. dark chocolate hair cascaded down her back, long and straight. ORIGINALLY. however, to aid her look, the tips had been curled. soft locks fell over the red cape and LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD had lost HER WOLF.  she wasn’t uneasy, however, more than capable of defending herself but knowing damn well he’d find his way to her. eventually. he had an eye for finding her, despite her height. then again, she often misled everyone with her constant heels. but hey, she knew how to rock them. delicate hand has her cup tight in her grasp, in front of her. always so CAUTIOUS with her drinks. that’s when the scream reached her ears, dark gaze snapping towards the source.