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Yancy was already planning on helping Donovan bring in his gifts. But when he mentions that the gift is from Cody, paranoia melts into anger, something like a growl reverberating in his chest. Quickly leaving the car, he pops the trunk and gathers the items, having to focus on not crushing the flowers in his fists. That motherfucker... he is either going to die tonight, or weeks from now after Yancy removed several parts from him.

By the time he's heading toward the door, he approaches Donovan just in time for him to hear what he says. The lie would be adorable for how terrible it is, if not for the person involved. Yancy is glad his hands are full because he had been dangerously close to reaching for his little faun's arm. He would have hated himself for that. "Donovan." He speaks firmly, looking right at him. His face is carefully neutral and composed... he didn't want to scare Donovan off with anger that isn't directed at him. "What did I say about being honest?"

Is he a hypocrite? Sure. Does he care? No.

Agreeable. Donovan was endlessly agreeable to everything around him. Never a no out of his mouth, perfectly ok to be strung along by half a dozen men and broken by all of them. A giving tree harvested into a stump. He doesn’t mind saying yes to Yancy when the option for no dangles in front of him. Almost ok. “That’s fine with me. You can have my number if you’d like, arrange any meetings if you wanted to.”

A few buzzes from his phone draw him out from the trance of gazing at the window and his driver. A message from Cody and missed calls. Come back baby, it’s ok. You don’t have to go with a man you don’t know. Gross. “Next left up here.”

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)

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Silence hangs over the trio as the elevator descends to the underground garage, only accessible with the code Yancy punches in. He doesn't fucking know how many more rats there are, and he hates not knowing things. Nearly as much as the damn traitors. Walking in and out of the front door wasn't an option.

Once the door opens, Paulie is immediately scanning the area, jaw clenched in determination and anger at this point. Yancy sometimes wondered if he was cut out for this part of the job, but... he looked determined enough.

A silver sedan is parked nearby, and he carefully helps Enzo into the backseat. Within minutes, Yancy is pulling out of the garage and up to the main road, trying not to drive too fast. Last thing he needed was to get pulled over.

"So is there... anyone else?" Paulie asks hesitantly, glancing past his glasses at Yancy.

"A few that I know I can trust. Gonna call them when we get to the house." Sitting and concentrating on the road, everything is starting to feel a bit too heavy. His fingers twist at the steering wheel, leather squeaking beneath his hands.

Enzo's become a lot softer since he essentially retired from being a field detective. Blood still doesn't bother him too much but he hates having it on him — it feels awful, both physically and mentally. So having blood on his face of all places, directly after an anxiety attack no less, is deeply upsetting in a way he never truly learned how to express. So, outwardly, he just seems a bit spaced out as he wipes the blood off his cheek.

He gets comfortable on Yancy's back as quickly as he can, which isn't that fast at the moment if he's being honest, resting his head on his shoulder. He's thinking about a lot right now but he doesn't need Yancy to know that; it'd only be more on his plate and that's unfair.

"Are Hank n' Jimmy okay?"

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Defensive. Cowering. Scared. All things that Yancy has seen before. When he cracked down on the human trafficking and sex slave operations going on within the organization, and after beating the information out of those responsible, he always insisted on being there when his guys kicked the doors down.

He knows a victim of abuse when he sees one. And he knows time is of the essence, especially if he's not here alone.

"It's nice to meet you, Ace," he replies softly. "I noticed you standing here, and I wanna help you. I see some marks and bruises that have me worried about yer safety. I can't force you to do anythin', and you don't even know me. But... I know what it's like to feel like there's no way out."

If Ace moves, Aaron might get angry because he wasn't told to do so. But if he keeps standing in the middle of the sidewalk, attracting attention, then Aaron might also be angry because Ace should know better than to do that.

It's these types of mind games that his brother plays on him that make Ace feel like he's about to pass out from anxiety.

A deep voice breaks him out of the rapidly worsening spiral he had found himself in, and he blinks, glancing at the stranger. Talking to him. It's been years since anyone's talked to him without going through Aaron first. Ace looks around just to make sure there's nobody behind him. Just in case.

It takes him far too long to remember he's probably supposed to answer. He's not sure what to do or say.

"...me?"

Aaron's going to be so angry.

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #mobby and ace #main

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Every excuse that flows from Donovan's mouth seeps into Yancy's skin, making the blood underneath boil. Did he really value himself so little? Again, he wonders just how many people have used him in such a way, and he wants to snap every one of their necks.

He would feel the same if it was anyone else, he tells himself.

So much he wants to say, but before he can, Donovan is thanking him and opening the door. "Yer welcome... glad I could help. And yeah, just send me dates and times and I can..."

When he sees Donovan pause, Yancy follows his line of sight and sees the package. Immediately on edge, he glares at it. "You expectin' a delivery?" Paranoia runs like ice water down his spine. Mostly because surprise deliveries were hardly ever good news for the mob boss.

Agreeable. Donovan was endlessly agreeable to everything around him. Never a no out of his mouth, perfectly ok to be strung along by half a dozen men and broken by all of them. A giving tree harvested into a stump. He doesn’t mind saying yes to Yancy when the option for no dangles in front of him. Almost ok. “That’s fine with me. You can have my number if you’d like, arrange any meetings if you wanted to.”

A few buzzes from his phone draw him out from the trance of gazing at the window and his driver. A message from Cody and missed calls. Come back baby, it’s ok. You don’t have to go with a man you don’t know. Gross. “Next left up here.”

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)

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Yancy saves the contact info, trying to ignore the soft buzzing from Donovan's phone. His own 'work' phone also vibrates in the pocket of his slacks, and he wonders if it's Hank. While Yancy had been smoking outside the theater, he had instructed the older man to tail Cody and find out where he lives.

Donovan's question brings him out of his thoughts and he looks over at him, cocking a curious eyebrow. He's not sure if it's the way he asks it or something else, but it catches him off guard. It's not the first time Donovan has managed to do so this evening. "The only thing I want you to do... is have a good night. Drink some more water. And..."

Yancy sends Donovan a text so he will have his number, but the text itself is the name of a law firm and their number. "If that... creep keeps botherin' you, call the number I sent you. They specialize in sexual harassment cases in the workplace."

Not that Cody would be alive much longer, anyway.

Agreeable. Donovan was endlessly agreeable to everything around him. Never a no out of his mouth, perfectly ok to be strung along by half a dozen men and broken by all of them. A giving tree harvested into a stump. He doesn’t mind saying yes to Yancy when the option for no dangles in front of him. Almost ok. “That’s fine with me. You can have my number if you’d like, arrange any meetings if you wanted to.”

A few buzzes from his phone draw him out from the trance of gazing at the window and his driver. A message from Cody and missed calls. Come back baby, it’s ok. You don’t have to go with a man you don’t know. Gross. “Next left up here.”

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)

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"I'd like that, yeah," Yancy responds, and he sincerely hopes he doesn't feel some kind of obligation to say yes. It's a thought that doesn't sit well with him, a buzzing beneath his skin. He's not a good man, and certainly not innocent; he's destroyed lives with minimal effort or care, and yes, he wants to get closer to his little faun.

But he will make sure it's what he wants, too.

Fingers tighten around the steering wheel as Donovan looks at his phone, and he fucking hopes it isn't who he thinks it is. Silently, Yancy makes the directed turn, and once Donovan is pointing out the house, he pulls into the driveway. Reaching over to the center console, he retrieves his own phone. Strictly a 'personal' phone. "What's yer number, darlin'?"

Agreeable. Donovan was endlessly agreeable to everything around him. Never a no out of his mouth, perfectly ok to be strung along by half a dozen men and broken by all of them. A giving tree harvested into a stump. He doesn’t mind saying yes to Yancy when the option for no dangles in front of him. Almost ok. “That’s fine with me. You can have my number if you’d like, arrange any meetings if you wanted to.”

A few buzzes from his phone draw him out from the trance of gazing at the window and his driver. A message from Cody and missed calls. Come back baby, it’s ok. You don’t have to go with a man you don’t know. Gross. “Next left up here.”

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)

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As soon as Murdock's arms are over his shoulders, there's the slightest of flinches before his arms are wrapping around his middle. Holding him close, fading adrenaline and the pain in his body making him begin to tremble. He hates it. A part of him screams that Murdock shouldn't be seeing him like this, but he can't stop it.

"I won't, ever... I swear, baby," he murmurs against his neck. This will end with John's head on a pike and his fucking guts strewn across the floor, whatever it took. Not just for him, but for his beloved. Tilting his head back up, he's immediately leaning into Murdock's touch, a shaky breath leaving him. "Hank, Jimmy and the Doc. There may be a few others eventually, ones I know I can trust." He really fucking hopes so. He doesn't want to kill any of them... not them.

"We are safe here. I made sure it's completely off the grid. Murdock, I swear... I'll make this right. There's no fuckin' chance in hell that he will get to you."

Someone had to have found her, a body chucked into the ditch of a highway and forgotten about. The tiniest bit of hope that she could’ve been buried, laid to semi-rest was something to chase. When Yancy finally turns back to him, Murdocks scream become stifled cries and sniffles. “You don’t leave, you don’t get to leave me!” Sinking down to his partners level, falling beside him and throwing his arms over his shoulders. “I can’t make you do it, just don’t leave me. Not now, not ever.”

Murdock trembles, body convulsing in his silenced cries. Cleaning off his partners face with the side of his palm, trying to offer him the time to be clean again. “Who else is here? Are you safe here?”

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #burgundy beloved #abandon ship (event)

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Yancy doesn't have a lot of patience for most things. He's been known to leave a meeting if the other person is more than five minutes late without a good enough reason. He has shit to do. But right now, he already knows he's going to be cancelling what he has scheduled as he waits.

"Yeah, you." Putting on his friendliest smile, he looks from Ace to the building he is waiting outside of and back again. He's either alone, or he's waiting for whoever is inside the auto shop. But with the condition Ace is in, if he is waiting for someone, the mob boss would very much like to have some words with them. "My name is Yancy... what's yers?"

They receive some looks, but he couldn't care less. Pompous assholes.

If Ace moves, Aaron might get angry because he wasn't told to do so. But if he keeps standing in the middle of the sidewalk, attracting attention, then Aaron might also be angry because Ace should know better than to do that.

It's these types of mind games that his brother plays on him that make Ace feel like he's about to pass out from anxiety.

A deep voice breaks him out of the rapidly worsening spiral he had found himself in, and he blinks, glancing at the stranger. Talking to him. It's been years since anyone's talked to him without going through Aaron first. Ace looks around just to make sure there's nobody behind him. Just in case.

It takes him far too long to remember he's probably supposed to answer. He's not sure what to do or say.

"...me?"

Aaron's going to be so angry.

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #mobby and ace #main

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Once Enzo is on his back, Yancy holds onto his thighs before slowly standing up straight. Not because Enzo is heavy; he isn't in the slightest, as much as he may think he is. But he was in a car accident, and wanted to avoid any sudden movements and... shit. He realizes he never divulged that part of the story when Enzo asks about Hank and Jimmy.

He talks as they make their way to the door. "Hank is a little banged up... Jimmy is in worse shape, but he'll pull through." Thank fuck he doesn't ask about Dave... he isn't ready to talk about that. He swallows thickly as he watches Paulie press the button to open the elevator. "An armored truck rammed into us, and... Jimmy saw them comin', pulled me away from the side they hit."

Yancy can feel the tension rolling off of Paulie in waves and glances over at him. He knew who was on chauffeur duty today. Clenching his jaw, he only shakes his head a fraction, trying to convey that he really shouldn't ask. It's a real fucking shame... unfortunately, Paulie looked up to Dave.

"Fuck," Paulie says quietly through gritted teeth.

Enzo's become a lot softer since he essentially retired from being a field detective. Blood still doesn't bother him too much but he hates having it on him — it feels awful, both physically and mentally. So having blood on his face of all places, directly after an anxiety attack no less, is deeply upsetting in a way he never truly learned how to express. So, outwardly, he just seems a bit spaced out as he wipes the blood off his cheek.

He gets comfortable on Yancy's back as quickly as he can, which isn't that fast at the moment if he's being honest, resting his head on his shoulder. He's thinking about a lot right now but he doesn't need Yancy to know that; it'd only be more on his plate and that's unfair.

"Are Hank n' Jimmy okay?"

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #abandon ship (event) #amati (enzo)

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The back door slams shut, and it's a miracle that it remains attached to the hinges. Yancy can hardly see straight at this point, vision clouded with red as he chooses to focus on the rage pulsing in his veins. Again...it's not at Wilford. He never expected the reaction to be a positive one. If he doesn't focus on the rage, then he will be forced to feel the guilt and anguish consuming his heart. He doesn't know what to do with those.

Another door slams, and he yells until his voice is hoarse.

Meanwhile, Hank hears the muffled yells, and he knows that Yancy must have told him. The kid never had good timing with things like that, but then again, no time would have been ideal. He can only guess what was going on in his head.

He knows he's going to regret it, but once things quiet down, Hank enters the house as silently as he can. The first thing he hears is choking, and he's immediately moving faster... only to see Wilford on the floor, broken.

Shit.

"You should've given up on me..." he mumbles, though it's more to himself then it is to Yancy. Maybe if Yancy had just given up on him, he wouldn't hurt so much... he never thought he'd see the day where he would prefer to be used and left behind. But at least then, he wouldn't have felt the love he had.

As soon as Yancy is out of sight, he finally breaks. Knees hitting the floor with a thump, hands gripping at his hair, damn near tearing it out. It could barely be described as crying. More like tear filled choking. It felt hard to breathe. It felt hard to think. It felt hard to forget. That's all he wanted to do right now... forget.

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Reminder that Yancy (mob boss) can play the guitar :3

(Freebird plays the acoustic guitar)

#musings #mobby #freebird

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'Mobby' isn't as interesting as you think he is

...okay? What am I even supposed to do with this?

I enjoy writing him, and I know there are a few people who enjoy interacting with him. That's all I need, dude. I'm here purely for self-indulgence and torturing my friends. /aff

#thanks for writin' (ask) #anon ask #negative

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Yancy makes a noise of amusement at that. It's a valid worry; the mob boss would be the first one to tell him that he shouldn't trust anyone, at least not completely. He's had to relearn that the hard way a few times now. When asked the question, he takes a second to glance over at him, gripping onto his jacket. It shouldn't be affecting him as much as it is, but he focuses on the road once more.

"Never intentionally, Donovan," he answers plainly. "The only thing I intend to do is get to know you better... and only if you are agreeable to it." He lets the offer hang in the air between them, not pushing the matter. He has manners when he wants to.

In order to keep the lights on and pay for the various renovations of the theatre, numerous performances were packed into one showcase to fundraise for the rest of the year. Every two years, the wooden boards of the stage had to be replaced from the constant movement, along with half a dozen more things that managers were never too clear on. All they said was to make a good show and thank the patrons like they were heaven sent.

Donovan is still in the fae costume after the show, fake horns pinned into his hair and sheer clothing wrapped around his body. L’Après-midi d’un Faune was a riskier dance, a quick enough performance to keep the show short enough and interesting enough for the audience to keep looking. As long as they weren’t too interested in all the interpretation.

In the after party, a theatre manager keeps finding Donovan amidst his small talk. A hand keeps running over his spin, pulling at the fake deer tail and slipping his fingertips just below the seam of his tights. Shaking him away to find the bar, he hesitates over the tray of shot glasses before settling on the weakest cocktail he can get.

@murdersinthemaking

Yancy didn't attend the ballet very often. He was more inclined to go and see a musical than anything else. Regardless, he would always have a soft spot for the arts and had no trouble making sizeable donations to keep them running. Music and theater quite literally saved his life in high school, an escape he would always appreciate.

Someone told him about the slightly more risqué nature of the performance he's attending tonight, and he couldn't lie; it piqued his interest. And by the time the performance is over, he's glad he decided to show up.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone move as gracefully as the faun. Lithe yet strong in a way that had his vision tunneling. Yancy has had countless models in shibari, and he can't help but imagine what he would look like...

But he's getting ahead of himself, surely.

He attends the after party, and while he's polite and amicable, his eyes are searching for the star performer. Finally, spotting him at the bar, he excuses himself and approaches. It's difficult not to let his gaze sweep over him in the costume, but he manages as he keeps about a foot of distance between them. "Excuse me," he rumbles to get his attention. "I just wanted to tell you that yer performance was extraordinary. Yer incredibly talented."

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)

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Whereas everyone else does their best to avoid him, Yancy can't look anywhere else when he sees Ace. It isn't often that something or someone can garner an actual, genuine pang of sympathy to form in his chest, but it's happening now.

He's been battered. He's been bruised and agonized. And no one was there to help him, either.

"Boss?" Hank asks when he gets to the car door and realizes that Yancy has stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Go ahead and wait for me, Hank," he responds. "I'll be right back."

"What are you-" Hank's gaze lands on Ace, and he frowns with worry. "Oh, shit," he mutters.

Yancy is already approaching the man. Knowing that he's tall and can come off as intimidating (what he usually prefers), he keeps some distance between them. "Excuse me?"

Aaron's really angry. Of course he is. The car's broken down in the city, and he hates having Ace out of the house.

For his part, Ace is pretty sure he started dissociating thirty minutes ago and hasn't stopped since. He hasn't been out of the house for more than a few minutes in ten years. The city is bright and loud, even in the late afternoon. It's too much.

His twin has been arguing with the mechanic for God knows how long, and he hasn't even noticed Ace is just standing outside in the middle of the sidewalk, where he'd been told to stay. Or maybe he's forgotten. Aaron tends to do that.

The thought of just leaving, just walking away, doesn't even cross Ace's mind. Aaron would know, he'd see, he'd catch him and then everything would be so much worse. The idea of it makes anxiety tighten painfully around his heart and crawl up his throat.

People's stares have stopped bothering him, too preoccupied with trying to hold himself together. If Ace were in his right mind, he supposes he could have understood: he looks like shit. Starved, bruised, haunted, hunted. Incomplete and scarred.

Not a pretty sight.

People care enough to stare and to avoid him, but not enough to ask if he needs help. Something bitter and hateful burns in his chest and Ace makes himself even smaller.

Why won't anyone help?

@freebirdyance

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Yancy nods in understanding, and if he's remembering correctly, the wheelchair is currently a no-go. There's a spare at the safehouse, thankfully. For now, they had to make due, and he had no problem carrying Enzo out of here.

Kissing his temple and lingering for a few seconds, he lets go of him and takes the towel from Paulie. He didn't want to risk getting anything else on his amati. "Paulie, yer gonna have to take point," he begins to explain as he scrubs his arms and neck. "I know a back way outta here... if we run into anyone, just stay quiet."

"Okay, boss." Paulie quickly nods. He didn't need to be told twice.

Tossing the towel aside, Yancy turns his back to Enzo and crouches down. Holding his arms out and turning his head to the side. "I've got you, baby."

Normally, Enzo would feel awful about letting anyone ever support his weight, given that he isn't exactly the lightest person in the world, but he's in no state to truly discourage Paulie's decision to do so, unable to really carry himself properly.

He's extremely grateful that the couch isn't too far from the door, not knowing if he would've been able to make it past this point in the house, even with Paulie helping him.

When Paulie asks if he wants a hug, Enzo pauses for a moment, allowing him to explain his reasoning, before shaking his head slowly.

"Jus' help with my leg... please." He has a distant feeling that it'd be easier to feel even a little bit calmer if what remained of his right leg wasn't starting to swell up in the socket of his prosthetic.

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #amati (enzo) #abandon ship (event)

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Yancy hums, trying to keep a full-blown grin from forming on his stubbled face. He's not surprised that Donovan has such a keen eye, but he is delighted to learn that he's been paying attention to his 'posture'. "How observant... impressive. Never really thought about that. I always just try and carry myself well, I suppose."

"And it's not too far at all. No worries." Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he sees the way Donovan is holding his coat, grabbing it like a security blanket. Keeping his eyes on the road, he focuses on any directions he gives him for a moment before speaking up.

"Do I make you nervous, little faun?" He asks softly.

In order to keep the lights on and pay for the various renovations of the theatre, numerous performances were packed into one showcase to fundraise for the rest of the year. Every two years, the wooden boards of the stage had to be replaced from the constant movement, along with half a dozen more things that managers were never too clear on. All they said was to make a good show and thank the patrons like they were heaven sent.

Donovan is still in the fae costume after the show, fake horns pinned into his hair and sheer clothing wrapped around his body. L’Après-midi d’un Faune was a riskier dance, a quick enough performance to keep the show short enough and interesting enough for the audience to keep looking. As long as they weren’t too interested in all the interpretation.

In the after party, a theatre manager keeps finding Donovan amidst his small talk. A hand keeps running over his spin, pulling at the fake deer tail and slipping his fingertips just below the seam of his tights. Shaking him away to find the bar, he hesitates over the tray of shot glasses before settling on the weakest cocktail he can get.

@murdersinthemaking

Yancy didn't attend the ballet very often. He was more inclined to go and see a musical than anything else. Regardless, he would always have a soft spot for the arts and had no trouble making sizeable donations to keep them running. Music and theater quite literally saved his life in high school, an escape he would always appreciate.

Someone told him about the slightly more risqué nature of the performance he's attending tonight, and he couldn't lie; it piqued his interest. And by the time the performance is over, he's glad he decided to show up.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone move as gracefully as the faun. Lithe yet strong in a way that had his vision tunneling. Yancy has had countless models in shibari, and he can't help but imagine what he would look like...

But he's getting ahead of himself, surely.

He attends the after party, and while he's polite and amicable, his eyes are searching for the star performer. Finally, spotting him at the bar, he excuses himself and approaches. It's difficult not to let his gaze sweep over him in the costume, but he manages as he keeps about a foot of distance between them. "Excuse me," he rumbles to get his attention. "I just wanted to tell you that yer performance was extraordinary. Yer incredibly talented."

#yancys out and about (rp thread) #little faun (donovan)