steepled fingers -- liam

[DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS]

I've poked a nerve he'll slap me like a whale

Preston Sherwood was tying to kill them all. It was hardly a secret that the teenage leader had a temper on him, but the past month had been some what extreme even from a decent of both the Scavio and the Sherwood families. Perhaps Dante wouldn't have paid any heed to the sudden and drastic change in his 'leader's demeanor, brushed it off as nothing more than a bad mood as he had his own problems to worry about, except Preston Sherwood was his problem.

The buzz of his tools and the ideal chatter of his customer and her friend were enough to take Dante's mind off his little problem though, if only for an hour. As he finished up the final details of the girl's phoenix tattoo on her upper arm, Dante let out a sigh. He wanted to hurry these girls along and close up the shop for the day. When he finally managed to do so he locked the door behind the girls and turned his open sign around. As if he got many walk in customers to begin with. The end of Digaon Alley might have not been the best location to put a tattoo parlor, but Dante wasn't looking to serve muggles and had only just immigrated to the United Kingdom, so he made hasty choices and was too lazy to bother tiring to change them now.

Collapsing into a rolling chair Dante ran a hand over his thigh with a certain level of nerves, he could feel the scar through his tight black trousers the memory still fresh in his mind. His father was going impatient, though after eight years Dante guessed he could understand why. Kicking his feet against the floor Dante rolled to the back of the shop where a familiar face was seated.

Maybe it was the staying awake for seventy-two hours in a row, or maybe it the fact his body pumped more drugs and alcohol through it than blood - but what ever the case somewhere between the girls entering and leaving Liam had seemed to doze off. Or maybe he was dead. Dante cocked his head to the size and waited for the faint sign of life that came in the raise and fall of the other man's chest. Not dead - yet. Dante kicked at the foot of the metal chair Liam was in - how uncomfortable of a place to fall asleep.

"Svegliati!" Dante had raised his voice at the other man, practically yelling at him to wake up. Of course knowing it wasn't wise to raise a sleeping hunter Dante also made sure to scoot his chair back a safe distance - just in case. Liam could be unpredictable at times, then again - couldn't they all? Elbow on his knee and face in his hand Dante looked to Liam with a fain smirk.

"Morn'in sleeping beauty." A hint of jest lingered in his words. Liam wasn't always the type of guy that Dante wanted to hang around but more often than not he was better than no one at all.  Besides at least if Liam was here Dante stood a better chance of not suffering another abduction.  Not that his father would be itching to see him again anytime soon - not unless he was bring word of the Sherwood empire's crumble at least.  But percations.  A hunter never could be too careful after all. "So when you going to finish the story about those samurai vampires you supposedly fought off? Or were they ninjas?"

TAG: LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH | OUTFIT | NOTES: these two marie! these two!

[LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH]

Liam was tired, between healing from a broken leg and sneaking out of that girls apartment, he was worn out. It's not like he wasnt used to long nights and injuries but sherwood was trying to kill him. If it had been the olden days In italy before the falling out Parker and Jessica would've been betrothed. The thought was scary as hell, somewhere between the annoying girls not so stubly checking Dante out and that ridiculously ugly tattoo he fell asleep. He didn't like Phoenix's or giggling girls....they were the worst to get rid off. His head lulled to the side and his hands went to his jacket, his left hand wralled tightly around his dagger. He forgot he was in the tattoo shop, the uncomfortable chair reminded him the stone floor in his grandparent's...well his manor. Svegliati! The yelled world and the kick to the chair woke him with a start, his dagger posed to throw. Glossy unfocused eyes landed on Dante, before the dagger slipped through his fingers before twirling around his hand.

He sighed and slipped the dagger back into his jacket pocket, sucking on his bloody finger. He had accidentally cut himself on the sharp blade, his eyes closed slightly as he tried to wake up. He didn't really understand why he hung around the older boy, perhaps it was because he tried to kill him less often did PJ did. "Does that make you Prince Charming? You're not my type baby cakes" his voice was still rough and gravely from waking up...or was it the alcohol. He couldn't these days, but it was a good thing. A sober Liam was something no one wanted, thats why he didn't blow all his money on his addictions. Liam snorted and shrugged "Man I dont even know, I thought I was hallucinating, and I needed to sober up but then I was actually bleeding and I was like bloody hell"

He had orginally, thought that he was too high, something that was before thought impossible. "I was in Japan because a family there had lost three hunters to this coven of vamps, obviously they call the Jerk and he's like yeah ill send someone. He's really trying to take over their territory. He doesn't even tell me what im up against, so I get there and they come out the flipping shadows.....with samuri swords. At first im laughing but then im like damn me against four camps with swords?" PJ had gotten a laugh out of it and eventually he majaged to kill the two that got away the first night but still. He wasnt to fond of dying painfully.

DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS

[DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS]

I've poked a nerve he'll slap me like a whale

Dante couldn't help but scoff. He watched with cautious eyes as Liam became more aware of his surroundings. How many times had blades been exchanged between one another? How many scars riddled his body that had been put there by the younger man with bloodshot eyes? Scars that were so different from those placed upon his body by his own blood. His blue eyes gazed upon the blood that dripped from the other man's finger before Liam popped it in his mouth. Maybe if the wound had been serious he would have offered up a healing spell, but it seemed little more than a nick. They both had suffered and lived though much worse.

Dante's lips tugged upwards into a smirk before he lightly shook his head. If he was prince charming...well what a sorry world that would be. Leaning back in his chair Dante crossed his arms over his chest and listened as Liam went on about the potential suicide mission that Preston had sent him on. It was hard to contain the chuckles that slipped out as the details spilled from Liam's lips. Shaking his head again Dante sighed lightly, "Seems he really has it out for you these days, then again seems he has it out for all of us..." Dante trailed off and glanced up to his companion.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think there was something going on with him. You know?" Maybe it wasn't subtle, but Dante figured it was worth a shot. Liam was closer to Preston, maybe he had some idea of what was leading to the teenager's lashing outs. Sure Preston was ruthless, they all were really, but it felt like there was something more, something big and Dante knew he needed to find out. The phantom pain of the knife in his leg just another reminder of just how desperately he needed to find the key to breaking the boy who he had come to call his leader. "Or are you two just having another lovers' spat?" His tone dripped with jest, and of course he was prepared for some sort of lash out for making such a comment. It had been rumored before that Liam and Preston had a thing, but the details were fuzzy on just what had been true about it and what was just awkward moments of being caught in compromising circumstances that really meant nothing.

TAG: LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH | NOTES: this is gonna hurt soon.

[LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH]

Liam shrugged, he could careless what crawled up their oh so fearless leader and died. It wasn't any different than what they usually dealed with or maybe it was just a drunken blurred up mess. Then again most of everything was, he was always trying to forget his past that he managed to forget the present to but it was small price to pay. Being sober for work nearly killed him sometimes and the hard chairs weren't more better but at least he has semi-enjoyable company. Though Dante being enjoyable was a bit of a compliment and he would never actually admit that out loud. It was like an unspoken agreement between the three of them that they didn't actually hate each other but the death attempts and jibes wouldn't really stop. On some level he knew that both Dante, PJ and him were incredibly messed but on another level it was how they grew up and what they were around daily.

Everyone had to be a bit insane to cope with the amount of killing they did, no matter killing was wrong, it would condemn you soul. However the reason they were killing, it was nobelish, so what they were pretty much greedy, rich, sexist jerks with little respect for any female beside their moms. He liked to think that if he wasn't a hunter he might have actually been a good guy, when he was sober he just liked to beat the crap out of people. He tried not think of things when he sober, no one wanted to be around him and it was probably because he was actually a major jerk. "Rumor has it, he's on the straight and narrow. Some chick or another, i don't understand what's the problem he has more one night stands than me but i guess he's trying to get ready for that girl his uncle keeps bringing around brie something"

Of course both of them knew that the girl wouldn't last because her voice was annoying. the type that sounded like nails on chalk board, a surefire way to sober him up in under five minutes. He narrowed his eyes and threw his knife at Dante knowing he'd dodge the stupid thing. "Doesn't there have to love, for two people to be lovers? Sex is sex not that me an PJ would ever do that. Though I heard Melanie say he was good." he turned his lip up at thought even if he and PJ did hook up once or twice. It was none of Dante's business even if it was a widely known fact. They had a bunch of disagreements and then drunk hooks up which was really just him high beyond belief or was he sober.

He rub his face with his hand and shook his head, "Whatever is wrong with that boy he better work it out, I think he might really leave us for dead next full moon"

DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS