confusedthing I AM SO. SO. SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATE RESPONSE I WENT PRETTY APESHIT HERE THEN GOT DISTRACTED THEN FELT SICK TODAY WAS NOT MY DAY FOR WRITING BUT MANNNN ;_; I AM SO SOO SOO SOROORRY... but alas i shall revive this thread by throwing you my dumb mafioso man at you, confused.... I HOPE THAT IT'S ALRIGHT ))
The sweet silence of tranquil fluttered all around the Scotsman, as he lounged by the shore of the lake where small fishes had swam about in their habitat. The warm ray of sunlight glittered itself upon the surface of the lukewarm water, illustrating a reflection of his own exact silhouette on the water. The wistfulness, yet serenity in him had circled around through the Scotsman, diving into his own flight of fancy as he fixates his softened gaze at the reflection. The reflection of his own face had swirled so softly, almost so delicately as mild currents washed itself in great serenity. The small fishes bolted and wandered, as the strength of the currents taking control of their frail, scrawny bodies.. They were such feeble creatures, after all, just the size of a young woman's finger segment. Nonetheless, Roderick proceeds to catch himself afloat on what seemed to be a daze within his own headspace.. It was one of those instances where he successfully achieves the kiss of nature's beauty itself, always longing for some sense of serenity as stress and other factors were nothing but some tedious impediment for him.. In his daily life, that is. Though, he didn't seem to realize how much that tender kiss of nature absorbed throughout the cherry red veins scoring across his flesh. The warmth seemed to circle within, as spark seemed to finally radiate on the surface of his olive irked eyes. While caught within a daze of such tranquil, the man lifts up his hand as he pulls his sunglasses out of his head where the loose yet fluffed locks of his unkempt hair embraced them. He folds the temples as he tucks them into the collar of his henley shirt.
Roderick finally lifts up his head, hauling up as the cold yet mild breeze permeates into his bumpy, ivory face.. Almost like feeling the fresh, chilled breath of the wind. The soft winds proceeds to swirl with such grace, whistling through clear skies. The relief had sunk into the man, the seeds had been dug into the soil of his own mind, cosmos and violets sprouting out so keenly and gleefully through above earth's bed. His lips only began to subtly curl, truly beginning to grasp the gratitude of nature's kiss.. What could be anymore better than the chill breeze condensing through his face? It was just like his early years of life, back in Scotland, a little thing that he always cherished and had merry chime within him. He finally releases a small huff, as the cold breath permeates into his nostrils, cleansing the earthy fetor that maliciously circled through his own body and lungs.. He finally blinks, only for his daze to be completely erased off by the large splashes coming from the pond that transformed into a lake.. Where had been a young man, who had seeped in his own dismay.. longing for someone to speak to or some affable company in general. Reality had completely shattered infront of him, as stones had been propelled upon the shallow waters of the pond. Though.. it wasn't so vexatious, as the series of stones plummeting against the water was something that he found tranquil in.
And luckily for Jace, Roderick had no desire to hold any cold rancor against anyone. His spirits had flourished, perhaps a bit more than usual. Even if his countenance had remained completely reticent and displayed no distinguishing hint of genuine happiness, the radiating warmth and ease had been easy to distinguish within the latter. Roderick had always retained such reserved matters, after all. Though, where did the source come from?
The mafioso instinctually disconnects his gaze from the sky, blinking as he shifts his head over to that same young man who proceeds to propel rocks over to the water. He finally fixates his gaze upon him momentarily, only for him to quickly jolt back his eased gaze over to the surface of the water.. He still remained to be at a distance, though the two were close to each other.. He only picked up the ugly dismay that the young man, like bars of weights hefting him down until his last stance.. Perhaps. Though, he longed for some company, and.. Roderick didn't seem to know to provide that. In general, he didn't really seem to mind the company due to his great spirits.. Even if it never appeared to be like that. That was the sort punishment one would blemish for having no stance of expressing one's self, or atleast having no knowledge how to. Whether it be indifference, discomfiture, or a combination of the two, one could either consider it as a hinderance or not. Roderick manages to speak up, keen to express his gratitude for nature's kiss. `` Y'know, the water seems to be glistenin and clear. Quite pretty, ain't it? Especially with those wee fishes near the shore.. Well, and the other creatures too. `` Roderick proceeds to pause, proceeding to praise all that nature had to offer infront of his sight. His heavily painted Scottish accent seemed to sing within his voice, despite it remaining rather flat.. Though, it wasn't as flat as usual, but that might be somewhat difficult to distinguish from the latter.
Nonetheless, he remained in great spirits. `` Wouldn't ye agree, lad? It's impeccable on whatever nature has to offer ye. It's.. quite saddenin' that sometimes, others seem to underestimate the art of it. It's nice, really.. Better than the overwhelmin' shit where ye gotta deal with crowds and all. `` Struck by a bit by his own discomfiture, his lips stiffly straightened as he intertwines the both of his hands together, his fingers embracing one another as he proceeds to speak. As that discomfiture somewhat intoxicated him, so did the sheepish condensed into him. He stiffens up a bit, absorbing the silence of contemplation whether he should proceed or not. Roderick, almost defeated by his own discomfiture, gives in as he remarks, almost flatly as well. `` Eh, my apologies about that-.. tangent. I'm sure ye get the whole picture of it all. Nature's nice.. aye. `` His croaky, medium-toned voice remains completely flat now, stifling his own contentment through the facade. He finally shifts his gaze over to Jace, it still remains to be vibrant and warm.. Hooray?
`` I mean.. ye looked kinda lonely. I could've gone my own way and not give a shit, though I didn't want to do that. I ain't that much of an ass.`` Roderick proceeds to pause, partially disconnecting his gaze as the hard and cold aura softly seeped into him. He was.. partially true in that matter, though he still wasn't that much of a great person. Jace seemed to be rather fortunate this time to not have the rancor permeate through Roderick. He wasn't a man with ill intent and bitterness circulating around him, but the rest of him was an enigma. It didn't engulf the rest of his tender, contented gyres, however.. Though it wasn't enough for the chime of merry to ring through his body. `` Ye may uh.. talk if ye wish, I guess. I'm willin' to listen..- or vice versa. ``
CW for self loathe, trauma, grief, child mistreatment, child death, and child abuse (mention though, no implication of it), mafia talk, and self-blame.. nothing graphic but it's all pretty much naunced in the post below. however, the implication of all of these subjects are in the post. please toggle at your own risk. it's also a monster of a post soooo YEAHHh ahhahahahahah HAVE FUN WITH THAT /lh
As the flashes of daunting memories brutally impaled the mafioso’s head, he stretched across the concrete floor, where his combat boots had hastily and vigorously skipped from one position to the other. The Scottish-Italian man was on the run, escaping the building facility that distanced him just almost a block away. His dingy olive eyes abnormally dilated, as nothing but the piercing, thick thorns of guilt and shame constricted so maliciously against his skin.. It swirls and extends with no limits, almost like the whetted, razor edge of a dagger, leaving him no opportunity for him to lift himself off the depths of brackish, baneful waters of where he’d drown and painfully stifle to his demise. His jaws stiffen up, as he sprinted across the concrete path, brisk puffs of air escaping out of his chest as he kept darting at his purest. He never grasped upon the courage to even turn back, as the fierce rancor left him and his boss completely estranged. Though, this estrangement.. Wasn’t just the ordinary affairs between a boss and an employee, it was more than that, in fact. Enough for him to escape out of the facility, without a second thought as the emotionally scarring memories thrusted him at such excruciating force. It was more painful than a minor stinging cut, the throbbing pressure against your head, even a large haemorrhaging gash ugily running against your skin. Too painful, in fact, as it was a wrenched gargantuan bash of cold memories sickening his courage, his confidence, his happiness, it sorely sickens everything within him, including the subtle smidge of warmth in his blue raspberry veins scoring on his flesh. He couldn’t take it, no.. He just couldn’t! He couldn’t take anymore of the heartwrenching reprimand that left gashes and gouges deeply scored against his aging, limestone skin.
Even if it had been more than 20 years ago, the memories were sealed onto the wrinkled folds of his brain, mold rots to the core only for him to convince himself that he might’ve been deranged.
It was only time the Boss had scolded him, distinguishing the guilt and shame seeping so excessively into Roderick’s blood, poisoning him as the portrait of his dead adoptive son’s face had plastered onto mind. He couldn’t erase it off his head, especially with the task that he must do, with someone notoriously young and frail, stepping into the light of dawn where the monstrous grandeur of a creature only took him and his life. Why..? Why would anyone so young have to be subjected to this, just for the sake of money? The worst of all, is that he never retained the opportunity to freely flee and search for a completely new job. But as the mentality goes, he had to do it for his own finances, no matter how much pain it cost him in the end. No matter how much the Boss could remind you to remain strong or else the spine-chilling punishment that loomed behind him would strike behind him any moment.. The punishment of killing his beloved cat, taking away all his finances, and burning his house. It was something that made him chatter against his brittle nails, that made him tearfully wail for mercy in his head, it dwindled so eerily into his head, as it sank so agonizing against his gut.
Unfortunately, that was what matters where, after establishing a contract like that in the Mafia, that is. After so many years of dedicating yourself to a jail gang only for it to develop into such a deceptive, malicious business. It was like a pair of rabid raccoons, mugging your greatest possessions and using them for who knows what. Perhaps, a bit more than that, as the Yellow Phantom Organization was like any Mafia business.
Despite fighting his shortness of breath, the mafioso proceeds to keep on bolting at his fullest. He knew far too well that he had to escape, he had to flee from the hell that the beast itself had dragged him into. Even if that beast had loomed behind him, unsheathing the whetted machete had sneered at him.. Just like how the beast had sneered at him and bombarded him with the dumbest of taunts, striking him at the core at such great force. Well, too great of a force, really. It was too much.. Enough for him to have his standing stoic face and crumble feebly like porcelain. The face of genuine tenuousness had been revealed, no matter how he put effort into assembling the pieces all together on his facade.. Despite the pieces having no ability to mold itself back. His dingy olive eyes, lacking any vibrant radiation, had only begun to softly moisten, the throbbing tumor ascending to the center of his throat. The tension, the pain, it all jolted through the countenance of his lip, wincing with each second he slipped his foot against the hard, rugged concrete. Roderick eventually stops his own tracks, hastily jolting his head as beads of sweat and brisk breaths escape out of him.. The deep racing of his own hearts were tremors that scaled down his own body. To the bones and rib cage, it was all dangerously tremulous.
Spotting a narrow, fusty alleyway opening between the walls, Roderick hastily scuttles himself up. He heavily pants, his hefty hands feebly quivering as his palms were all clammy.. Only worse that the elastic blackened fabric of his gloves absorbed it all. Not that the mafioso seemed to care however, as tremors and tension fiercely jolted through him.. It was more than just simple discomfiture, it was all just the whiplash of guilt, shame, and grief ferociously plunging at him at his best.. After all, the profuse amounts of melancholy, self-blame and fury had condensed into a deranged amalgamate of a beast, poisoning him with that same image of his deceased son’s innocent, loving face.. His laddie, who he referred him as, a loved one that trailed off the Earth in such unfortunate demise.. That same child whom he was assigned such cruelty to just a few hours ago, he couldn’t. No.. he couldn’t erase him out of his mind, no matter how much he strived to do so, to forge even, he genuinely had convinced himself that he was the monster after all, the responsibility of genocide of his loved ones. Especially for his son.. Why couldn't he? It all stung him so immensely, leaving him in such a saddening state of wretchedness. He had no right to love or do anything after all, especially now that he’s a criminal. As a matter of fact, it’s been no more than 20 years that he had been a criminal.. Deathly plunged by the terror of having to be bombarded back to prison. No, it was not an experience that he’d want to live again.
The distraught Scotsman leans himself against the cold brick wall behind him, lifting up his own head down as his lips feebly quivered. His eyes had slowly begun to moisten up, as the trembles escalated each and every second. He fixates his own moistening eyes upon the open sky gregariously stretched out in front of him.. The only ray of light sparking up the fusty, and dim halls of the eerie alleyway. He proceeds to pant, attempting to collect his breath and himself so that the waterworks won’t slip up on him.. Even if that possibility was about to be soon, considering all that Roderick had to absorb and just.. Take in. It was too much for him, far too much, the taunts and reprimands of that same amalgamate had thrust him with. Only for him to finally pinpoint.. That he deserved the fate that was from 20 years ago until now, after all. The more his feeble self had begun to convince these taunts and sneers from that baneful creature, he.. Believed it. He was nothing but a failure, after all, just the scum of the Earth.. With no right of being this planet, ever.
Defeated in dismay, he hunches his head down. His bagged, weary eyes softly scrunching up as his lips began to subtly curl down into a frown, no matter how he attempts to stifle a countenance of bereavement and shame. Warm tears began to spring into the corners of his eyes, deluging against his lids as they glistened within the light. He lowers his head down, balling up his face as he stiffens his own posture. Roderick’s lips only begin to quiver, as small warm tears trail down through the curves of his cheeks, raining down and being caught by the fabric of his henley shirt. Engulfed by his own dismay and grief, his face softly scrunches up as more tears messily trickle down his cheeks, only for him to rain down and crash next to his feet. Roderick sniffles, swiping his hand to sloppily wipe the warm tears peaking down his cold, bumpy cheeks. He finally gazes at his own palm, moistened by the glistening tears he swept off his face. He drops his hand, his tear-struck face scrunching up as he releases a few airy sobs from his chest. Roderick proceeds to linger there, now seeming to be confined in his own mess of tears, releasing what had been bottled up for perhaps.. Several months now. Something normalized from him, already. Crying was always something he looked down upon, despite its benefits.
Why couldn’t he redeem himself? He couldn’t just be in peace, or do something good for himself.. Just for once. Perhaps, his presence was never meant to be and was nothing but a devalued human being. He was nothing but that.. Even if he managed to accept it a long time ago, it all stung to just face it all. Just perhaps, he really was a child abuser.
note for NP: roderick has an irrational fear when it comes to physical touch, especially if he doesn't know you that well! if your character is someone that he trusts, then he'll more likely not freak out when you attempt to give him physical affection as a way to console him. otherwise, roderick is an individual that is extremely wary of others when it comes to that sort of situation, especially when you aren't so close to him. though, don't let that discourage you, however! :0