Moral Insanity

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At first he tensed a bit once he felt how Scott leaned against him but after a short time he got used to the feeling and slowly let himself relax again. He let his hand rest on the other’s back but restrained from moving even the slightest of bits, not wanting to disturb his boss in any sort of way. He only gave a small nod, his eyes still resting on the other. “Sicuramente.” He frowned and felt how his jaw tightened. He had to clench his teeth to let his appereance remain calm, he was good at controlling himself but it was still hard when he felt so much anger and hatred. He didn’t even notice that his hand clawed into the fabric of Scott’s shirt slightly as he forced himself to breath calmly. “I swear that I’m going to make him pay, capo. But please..May I ask you to not refer to yourself as..a thing? You’re better than that, sir.” it frustrated him when Scott was talking like this, he didn’t like it because he saw so much in the other, so much he obviouly couldn’t see himself. “Non c’è nulla di sbagliato con te. Nothing that couldn’t be..fixed.” it was merely a mutter, he didn’t even really realise he’d spoken aloud at all as he gave a small sigh, his clenched hand relaxing a bit again.

Scott objected, shaking his head. “You don’t understand… No one does. What he and my father did, what I am now…” He thought about moving, about getting up and leaving, going somewhere far away and pretending he never existed. Maybe ending it all? “What I’ve become is nothing short of a thing. There is something wrong with me, Alaric and worst of all is that I LIKE it. On any given day I enjoy being a monster.. until I snap out and realize what I’m doing.. and then this.. before I bounce back and love it all over again!” HE was so angry. “And Aaron just wont stop, he wont leave me be! He thinks it can be like before… nothing can ever be like before.” 

(Source: frosttofall)

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“Of course.” he said, giving a small nod and moving forward to the bed. He hestiated a bit, not sure as to whether he should sit right next to Scott or leave him his space. He decided for the former in the end, placing himself carefully right next to his boss, hoping that he didn’t do anything wrong. He eyed him carefully, his brows wrinkled in concern and a small sigh excaped his lips as he took in the condition his boss was in. It was obvious that the other hadn’t gotten any sleep and apparently he really hadn’t left his room at all. Not even to get some food or drink. The gunman slowly reached out with his hand, placing it on the other’s back softly, trying to give him some comfort or anything like that. Of course it had something to do with this guy, who else. He felt how the anger rose inside of him but he kept it back, refusing to let the growl that was forming in his throat out. He could let that out later, not infront of Scott. And oh, he was going to make sure that this Shelby guy got the payback he deserved for what he did to Scott. “Consider it done, boss. He will never be able to get to you again, I promise.”

In an odd twist, Scott found himself actually leaning against Alaric. Usually he wouldn’t, usually he would keep himself in check but as he leaned thee, he felt his head go quiet, the noise finally stopping. He felt his body’s shaking lessen as he closed his eyes. “Thank you. And when he’d good and dead I’l like a photo to remember the scene by. Bastard has coursed enough trouble in my life…” He muttered lightly. “He made me this way… Into this.. thing that I am.” 

(Source: frosttofall)

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Alaric winced at the sudden smash, flinching back slightly and figuring that obviously it hadn’t been the best idea to knock on that door. Still, he kept his hoped up, not wanting to give up yet because whatever it was that was bothering his boss, Alaric wanted to help him with it. Just like he always did, it was..his job, after all. When he finally heard Scott’s voice from inside  he couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief even though he was almost a bit afraid of what he had to expect on the other side of that door. Just because he was worrying too much, like always. He tensed a bit before he opened the door and slowly, carefully stepped inside, closing it behind him right away again. He blinked a few times and it took him a short moment before he was able to see in the dark. The moment he spotted the broken phone he got an idea of what might be going on, he decided to not say anything about it yet, though. He let his eyes wander to the figgure on the bed, his concern obvious in his features as he stepped closer hesistantely, stopping in his tracks after a few steps because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed or even allowed to come near Scott. So he simply cleared his throat, stiffened a bit and stayed where he was for now. “My apologies for..interrupting, sir, but I was worried, if I may say so, and thought it would be best to see if everything is alright.” he explained himself quitely, his voice calm. “Is there anything I could do for you, capo?”

“Come here.” Scott commanded from his position on the bed. He would feel much better if someone else was near him. He was tired, dehydrated and hungry, but he wasn’t going to tell the other that. “If you want to help me, just sit.” HE motioned to the bed, resting his forehead against his knees. The noise was coming back, that stupid, awful beeping that told him texts were arriving. “And after that, you can kill Aaron Shelby.” 

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Moral Insanity: Break Down

It’d been days since Alaric had last seen his boss. Not that that was unusual, no, just because they lived in the same house didn’t mean they saw each other every day but still. This time it was..different. Because Alaric knew that something must’ve been going on for the other hadn’t even left his room at all, not that the gunman had noticed at least. And that was troubling him. A lot. Still, he’d told himself that this wasn’t his buisness, if his boss wanted his help he would’ve told him but as long as he didn’t say anything Alaric should stay out of this because there was no way he wanted to appear bothersome or stick his nose into things Scott didn’t want him in. This point hadn’t kept him from stopping infront of the others door more than once though, trying to figgure something out but he’d never actually made himself noticeable. But he’d also never actually gotten anything out of it, unfortunately. Just silence.  And by now it was already an understatement to say he was just worried sick. Thus he couldn’t keep himself away anymore, he would at least try to reach out to his boss even though he’d no idea how to do that yet. Once again he stood infront of the door, listening for a sound, just anything. When he heard no sound he gave a sigh, hesitating a bit but knocking softly on the door in the end. “..Sir? Is everything alright?” he asked, hoping for a response.

Scott had his hands curled around his head, trying to block out the sound. “Go away, go away.. go away.” He was muttering over and over and over again to himself, so quietly only he would be able to hear. Then suddenly, a knock. His automatic instinct was to pick up the broken phone and hook it at the door, listening as it smashed. He had thought at the sound of the knock it was Aaron come to get him, but the Italian Accent gave Alaric away. He sighed to himself, refusing to get off the bed. 

“Open it.” He called out, but his voice sounded a bit harsher than he meant. He was too afraid to get down of the bed, and how he hated to be scared. “Just open the door.” 

Break Down

It had been about three days since Scott had managed to  convince himself to leave the safety of his locked room. His phone lay smashed on the end of the bed in front of him, his knees curled to his chest as he tried to block out the sound of his text messages playing over and over in his mind. Things had become stressful for him, trying to avoid capture now that a considerable amount of his lower men had been taken in and to top everything happening off, Aaron would not stop texting him.

It didn’t matter how man times he changed his number, that man found it. He was a real lovely stalker and it gave Scott the chills. He had finally lost it when the man started to text him over and over and over again. Nothing but ‘I love you, Scott- AS’ over and over down his screen, freezing his phone, making that sound until finally all he could so was smash the damn thing. Now he refused to leave the room with boarded windows on the second floor of his town house. He would simply sit in the darkness and waste away, at least then no one could get to him, pretend to love him and make him destroy himself again. He would not go through that again. Love didn’t exist, and that was final.

That bad, then? Meh. I’ll be there in a few, don’t worry.

I’ll be here…. just trying not to pass out. - SW

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Alaric stopped in his tracks for a moment when he thought he heard the other say something but he didn’t quite catch what it was so he just shrugged and continued his way into the kitchen. He wondered if he should take the time to cook a proper meal but he decided that it would be best if he looked for something he could give his boss right away first since Alaric felt like the faster Scott got some food to strengthen himself in is system, the better. He found some pretty fresh looking leftovers from another meal and simply heated them up for now, bringing them back with him to Scott after a few minutes. “It’s the best I could find for now, Sorry capo. I’ll prepare something else as soon as you ate some of this if that’d be okay.” he said as he seated himself on the edge of the sofa again, looking at his boss. He didn’t want him to get up, to be exact he didn’t want him to exhaust himself in any kind of way so Alaric placed the plate on his legs, holding out some of the food to Scott. “May I ask you to abstain from  straining yourself in any way until Caleb arrives, please sir?” He was sure that everything was going to be fine soon by now but that didn’t keep him from being worried sick,.

He would have objected, had he still had any of the strength required to appear threatening. He took a bite of the food that Alaric held out for him. He would need a good lot and a bit of sleep. “I wont try and get up, I promise.” He spoke softly. It was when Scott was at his worst that he was the closest to his natural self. “You really need to look less guilty. You’re not the one that sliced my arm open, I am. I knew there would be re-percussions. I was prepared for worse than this.” 

((Can we still all roleplay together? D: I just got back from a stressful tech-week and I really want to roleplay with you and Roxi whenever you two are free D: ))

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He eyed Scott carefully, frowning a bit but his features still soft. He forced his lips to curl upward a bit, giving his boss a small smile before he focussed his full attention on the wound. He carefully took the arm and treated it as good as he could, he was no expert but it would be enough for now. At least the blood stream stopped and when he was finished he wrapped a bandage around, securing it properly. While he did so, he spoke, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You could. It’s not like I’m not replaceable. There are many gunman out there, a lot of them better than I am. You shouldn’t have risked your life like that, sir. It wasn’t necesarry..” His voice was calm and quiet and when he was finished with the wound he looked up to Scott again, meeting his eyes. “..Thank you, though.” he added before he got up again. “I’ll see what food I can find. You should stay and rest here.” he gave a small nod before leaving the room go and get some food from the kitchen.

“The sad part is that you don’t understand.” Scott spoke as the other walked away, resting his bandaged arm over his chest and running his good one over his neck. Yeah, he was bleeding there as well but it was less. He closed his eyes, sighing lightly. He had felt this way before this terrible feeling like he might die, but he knew better. He would be fine. He was ALWAYS fine.