#fatalreapers

based on this post ( first bullet )

under normal circumstances, the man wouldn't bother interfere in the personal lives of his underlings, but when one grew to be problematic, you began to look a little more closely - and she seemed like nothing but wasted potential at the side of a man who would never amount to another other than canon fodder in the long run. perhaps that was why he'd taken such an interest in the woman. or perhaps he was just bored and wanted to see how long it would be before the other man realized the games his boss was playing and dared to speak up... if at all.

"don't you ever get tired of having to answer to someone?" a genuine question. hard as it was to believe, he knew what it was like - but unlike most, silas had clawed and fought his way to the top. it didn't help that as of late he'd been running the woman's little boy toy into the ground. tossing more grunt work at him as if obeying would prove his loyalty and earn him a spot of trust and importance within silas' eyes. "i mean, him of all people? surely you could do better?"

based on this ( sixth bullet, except instead of those options, my muse is now with one of your muses gang members/criminal colleagues, etc )

it had been a gradual falling out of his life. when he'd first been put away, she'd tried to go to the biweekly visits - to smile prettily and lie through her teeth that things were fine if not a little tight, but leyla had never gone into detail. wanting instead to have their conversations focus on anything but her own life which had crumbling beneath her feet. eventually, those visits had dwindled to once a month - then once every two - until they'd stopped all together. she'd tried to write in her absence, but after a new deal had been struck... the opportunity just hadn't been there. not if she wanted to be kept safe in the interim.

he'd barely held it together when he'd first seen her happily smiling on the arm of a man she once never would have given a second look, and it had only been her pulling at some nearly long forgotten promise that she'd managed to get him to hold it in until they were alone. "you can't seriously be mad at me right now," she hisses, shooting him a look of disbelief as her head shakes. "did you really think everyone would be satisfied with you being gone? without those debts being paid? whose door do you think they came knocking on when you couldn't, huh?"

roman makes a noise of understanding, eyes dropping to scan over the woman's frame only for lips to quirk in amusement at the sight of his missing hoodie swamping her smaller frame. "unfortunately couldn't get rid of this lug that easily," asher manages to quip, though the words are clearly strained - the actions of that evening still weighing heavily on him. "pretty sure you would've been able to hear those engines from bed just as easy as would coulda from the couch," roman notes, shooting the other man a look as if to warn him away if he's incapable of screwing his head back on straight while stepping in in an attempt to draw winnie's attention back to himself. "how were things tonight while we were gone? anyone give you anything trouble?"

a scoff escapes the other man as he trudges further into the space - heading in the direction of where he knows he'll find a cold beer, and only hesitating long enough to raise a brow in the direction of roman, who nods silently in confirmation. "as if she'd let anyone get away with it." still, it's something asher wants to know just the same.

in truth? no. elias hadn't ever been the sort to forget even the smallest of promises, but neither of them were who they'd been when they'd initially made that pact in their youth. part of her had always thought he might remember it, but simply choose not to follow through now that he had commitments that had been made in blood rather than pinky promises.

pushing her empty glass toward the edge of the table and waving away the waitress who bustles over as if she's been watching them and waiting for a chance to approach, aiyla can't help but releasing a sigh. what if that's what she wanted? predictability? a house? kids? she might not be 'in' the life the way he was, but she knew enough - just as anyone else in their town did. "you were always my prince charming, but now your horse is iron rather than flesh and i worry that i'm not going to be any better than she was. have you ever known me to be unpredictable, eli?" the question is asked gently, eyes almost sympathetic. "i'm not saying no but i - do you really want to lock yourself into that sort of commitment over a promise we made when we were kids?"