#ft. darius

bastard #2

ask my muse questions through the different stages of his life. send with 🔍 for younger, 🔗 for current and ⚡️ for future.

“Many people,” she says, “And in different ways.”

“Of course, Amanda, Mina, and Alice: my good friends and the very best of me… But I’ll never stop caring for my old friends from Omerta: Nova, Pandora and Zara. Despite time and distance… I still think of them a lot. They were my sisters.” Aurora sighed, smiling wistfully. “There is also Emilia and Percy. And…” A sheepish laugh. “I guess Mason and Darius.” The smile fades away. “And, despite everything, my older brother, Vittorio, my father and my late mother will also have a place in my heart. Family is family.”

miscellaneous angst starters. (omerta, past)

Aurora tried to look stony and expressionless as she tossed clothes onto the bed and necessities she’d be bringing with her. Her father’s words echoed in her mind with the pain of a throbbing wound: You’re not the daughter that I loved. You’re not the daughter that I loved. You’re not the daughter that I loved.

Even though she tried to wash the blood off her hands, she could still see stains of it underneath her finger nails. She had paused and fell onto her bed to sit and stare at the sanguine coloration she had failed to wash off. Aurora remembered the bright light she’d seen in front of her and the beautiful, warm, healing color that emanated from her hand at the same time. The same hands that stuck that knife into her father’s friend’s throat. The same hands that were still stained with blood now.

The house was empty at this hour and Aurora forgot Darius sometimes liked to stop by. She barely made motion to look up at him as she heard her bedroom door open. He paused, clearly gathering that something was terribly wrong at the entrance. ‘What’s wrong?’ Aurora finally looked up. She was quiet - almost emotionless. She didn’t know what to say.

‘You’ve been crying, I can tell.’

He made his way over and the look in his eyes as he noticed the pile of clothes on her bed made Aurora’s heart break. She realized than and there - this had to be good bye. The realization made her eyes sting and her throat clog up. And though she tried her best not to let tears surface, she started to feel the dampness in the side of her eyes as she looked at Darius. ‘Tell me how to make it better.’

Aurora looked down again, taking in a shaky inhale. For a few heartbeats, she composed herself and didn’t speak. Then she looked up, searching his face and trying to memorize every inch of it all over again. As if her heart wasn’t already shattered to pieces, she felt what was left of it crush into dust.

“ — There’s nothing you can do, Dare,” Aurora said, her voice weak and quiet.

pb relationship moodboard ;;

Aurora Parrino and Darius Shareef

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend.

Again, Amanda.

👊 …someone who hates my muse.

I think so far just Elliot Thorpe? Not completely sure yet. Also if you want to slightly consider Vittorio. After all, there is just a very fine line between love and hate.

💋 …someone my muse used to date.

Lol, Darius, technically. They never said they were boyfriend or girlfriend but that shit was lit up in Omerta. Started out as her trying to piss off Vittorio.

👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore.

Her big brother, Vittorio.

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[11:52pm] To: Dare ➝ I have work tomorrow lol, I should be asleep… But remember that time we stayed eating snacks after we snuck out of Zara’s party? damn it was like 4am. i miss doing that. I also kinda miss those cheap ass chips they sold there.. is that weird?

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

[10:33pm] To: Dare ➝ Guess who just got wine tipsyyy and bought new lingeriee with my girls? Red and black ones. and im realizing youu haven’t seen any of my new things since omerta. that sucks doesnt it :)

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

To: Dare ➝ I’m starting to miss you more and more and I don’t know if you feel that way too and it’s really fucking with my head dare. 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[9:43am] To: Dare ➝ Heyy… how would you feel about meeting me tonight at the golden apple around 7? ..you busy?

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.