#youngestbrody

There’s... something on the ground, sticking out of it, an odd t shape made of simple bamboo near one of the many now-Rakyat outposts. Upon closer inspection, writing can be seen through the grafitti and mud.

“Vaas Montenegro Talugmai. Beloved brother. Forgotten leader. 2012”

It is surprising, even though it is this close to a Rakyat controlled landspace, that the grave has not been uprooted or burned, knowing how he hurt his people as he grew older.

The smell of cannabis is in the air and a lighter flicks, a heavy black boot kicking the small cross over. Now trampled, the headstone is scattered in the woods before the boots leave, spitting as their owner scoffs.

        vaas pours a cup of ice-cold water into a paper cup and messily chops up some (pig) meat and mangoes. it was an odd combination, but after going two days without a single drop of water or food, he's sure the kid won't mind. he chose to neglect him of nourishment after he disobeyed one of his men and decided to be rude as hell. if riley wasn't jason's brother, vaas would have just chosen to let him starve to death. instead, here he was, unlocking the room and stepping inside, keeping the door a bit open to let the sunlight pour in. it was dark in here, after all. he kneels down in front of the kid and sets the plate (which is actually just a leaf) and the cup on the ground, then he stands and wipes his hands off on his pants. 

        ❛ so    okay, here's the deal, hermano. i am getting really          fucking tired of you, and i am sure you're getting tired of          being in here all the time. do you want me to stop beating          the shit out of you? huh? do you want to go outside and feel          the sun again? i'm sure you do, so fucking stop being so          complicated and do what i say. or i will shoot you. do you          FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME, RILEY? I WILL SHOOT          YOU. ❜

Walking around the boardwalk, a bottle of rum in one hand, his other stuffed into the pocket of his leather jacket, David looked around for someone to take home tonight. He was feeling up for some fun, anyway. He wasn't sure whether it'd be male or female, though. He just needed to look for someone to spark his interests. Usually that didn't take long. When he was tipsy, it seemed a bit easier. All he did was look for someone with the best looks, the best body, and the best scent.

He lifted his head a bit, his nose in the air as he looked from person to person. No, no, no, too fat, too ugly, hair not long enough... He gave an irritated sigh as he dropped his head. Maybe he'd have to go a bit out of town, tonight. No one looked good enough for him--wait. He turned his head, catching a scent of a young man. Shit, that smells good...

His eyes stopped on a young man. He was a bit tanned, dark hair, nice chest... he seemed a bit toned. David liked that. Seemed perfectly fuckable, too. Wow, he couldn't wait to destroy that.

He gave a light smirk, and took a swig out of the bottle before he stepped up to the young man, and pushed on his shoulder.

or not, i mean

"Did they hurt to get? I mean like, that’s a lot of dedication, and I’ve known people who could never get tattoos on their necks and stuff."