shinra’s Comments (group member since Sep 07, 2020)

omg that hURTS. i definitely think it's something that they never talk about even during their meetings and there's always like this animosity between them. like maybe dom doesn't talk about it at all and even pretends it never happens because it happened during the war and he doesn't want to think about the war so he just buries that memory and acts like nothing happened between them. but omg i can only imagine how laurie is gonna feel about klaus and dom

OMG JAMMY I LOVE THIS

In a matter of seconds, it turned into all out chaos.

Blood splattered and stained the white fabric of Dominic’s shirt like droplets of crimson paint on a blank canvas. He wasn’t quite sure if it was Klaus’s or Walker’s but he couldn’t find time or care to ponder the thought as the sound of a rough collision erupted throughout the bar, Klaus’ body clattering into the unexpecting bodies of a group of men sitting by the bar, knocking of thee table as well as chairs, glass shattering against the floor and shards scattering across the space. It was like a domino effect, men falling from their seats and colliding with the rough wooden planks with a dull boom while others got knocked in the face by flailing arms. Dominic himself was slightly impressed by the clusterfuck of males that had ended up on the ground in only a blink of an eye but then he wasn’t allowed to marvel in the irony of the situation for long, shaken out of his intrigue by a grabbing hand at the collar of his shirt, pulling him from the safety of his spot and into the heat of the chaos and against the bar counter.

Blue eyes blinked, staring into the face of unbridled anger. Frederick Walker looked absolutely monstrous, blood dripping down the side of his face in a crimson waterfall, causing his hair to stick to his forehead and humid breath blasting into the prince’s face, causing Dominic’s nose to scrunch from the putrid scent of it. In the lasting seconds where Frederick only glared at him in the close proximity of their faces, Dominic had the urge to comment on just how he was in terrible need of a mint, he was interrupted by a fist flying towards him and finding a home on his face, the sheer impact causing his back to fall back roughly on the bar counter. Dominic groaned out, tongue swiping out across his lip and being welcomed with the metallic taste of his own blood.

For fuck’s sake. He had an official outing tomorrow. “You fat fuck! What’s with you and faces? It’s not my fault you’re uglier than shit!”

Despite how his cheek burned and his head throbbed, Dominic still had the gaul to taunt the raging man, quite expectedly earning him yet another incoming attack yet at the last minute he rolled out of the way. However, the bartender was not as lucky, rising up from behind the counter to be greeted by a fist to the temple, causing his body to fall back and knock into the shelves lined with liquor which like everything else in this bar seemed to suffer from the brute strength that Frederick dealt out, bottles on bottles of alcohol tumbling from their places and crashing into the floor, breaking upon impact.

Dominic was more pissed about the waste of good alcohol than the pain.

It seemed the bartender was just as livid, recovering from his daze and rising from the floor, a large hand giving Frederick a taste of his own medicine and grabbing him by the collar and pulling the upper part of his body over the bar, holding him captive and delivering a hard blow to his lower jaw. Dominic used the opportunity to lift himself off the bar, brushing the shards of glass off his clothing but a shout to his left caused him to turn his head, spotting a man who he recognized as Frederick’s mate, hurtling in his direction, fist at the ready. However, Dominic wasn’t keen on being hit again, ducking in time to save himself but causing yet another person to become collateral damage. The man’s fist struck a patron behind him, one of the men that had toppled to the floor earlier, who charged towards his attacker, ready to give him the same violent treatment. Dominic didn’t waste time however, hands finding a bar stool by the counter and swinging it, hitting the assailant in the back, the wooden seat, splintering and breaking as the man crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Dominic spat out a mouthful of blood. "What do you think I am? A fucking free-for-all?"

Frederick Walker was a sight for sore eyes. Or more like he was a sight that made eyes sore. He was a burly man with what seemed like a permanent layer of grime on his skin, receding hairline hidden under the cover of his cap and a potbelly that made Dominic feel almost sympathize with the buttons of his shirt for the immense strain inflicted on them. But despite the Walker’s off putting, Dominic found his new source of entertainment since the last one was so rudely and disappointingly snuffed out.

“Fred! Fancy seeing you here!” With a clap of a hand on the shoulder, Dominic pulled Fredrick’s attention away from the grinning Klaus, only to beam at the intruder just as menacingly with a tilt of his head, blue eyes gleaming with chaotic mischief as he took his body weight off the pillar slightly.

Dominic watched the plethora of emotions that swept across Walker’s faith. First, it was anger. Then it was confusion, causing his thin eyebrows to scrunch and the wrinkles on his forehead to become even more distinctive if that was even possible. Next, it was jaw-slacked surprise and a touch of fear that had Dominic grinning, that carnivorous wolfish grin appearing on his face once again. Frederick had finally recognized.

“I do believe I said the next time I saw you, I would be collecting the money I’m owed.” Dominic mused, words escaping him in a smooth deep drawl that resonated through the now quiet space. His hands clasped behind his back, exuding haughtiness and both nonchalance simultaneously as his gaze burned into the man, who could only stammer out a rushed reply, nervous and hesitant unlike his bold demeanor he exhibited upon his entrance. “V-Val? L-Listen, I-”

Dominic was quick to cut him off, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment, completely disregarding the man before him. “Yes, Val. The same Val that you owe £300 to.”

There was a gasp somewhere in the bar and Frederick’s face turned red with anger or embarrassment. Either way, Dominic was adequately amused. He wondered what his face would look like purple.

Raising an eyebrow, Dominic leaned back against the support beam, a chuckle bubbling from him as if miffed by the situation. “If you’re going to gamble, you should be ready to settle your debts. Is that really how pathetic you are? No wonder your wife cheated on you. If I was her, I would have fucked someone else too. Honestly, Klaus is probably not the first.”

Like a volcano bubbling over, Dominic could practically see the steam erupt from Frederick’s ears and he charged like a bull towards him, fist swinging to no doubt strike Dominic’s face. However, the prince managed to move out of the way causing the heavy man to smack into the wooden pillar, the force causing a nearby table to shake and Frederick to stumble back towards the bar counter, slightly dazed from the collision but coherent enough to keep standing and attempt to make a swing at the closest of his two targets - Klaus.

teehee >:)

so hear me out...
telegrams??? or would it be letters????
and collab overview !!

tyyyyy !!! @ji-u @inka

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wait how do you guys do the animated line thing !!

YES MAGGIEEEEEE

The blaring roars of support from Klaus’ audience did nothing to psych out the prince, instead his lips pulled back in a grin, winking teasingly at the Wembley when he directed the attention to him, his excitement clearly written on his face. His back remained against the wooden pillar, eyebrows raised as he intently watched the onslaught of the Wembley’s confident boasts. You don’t fuck with King’s Cross. Amusement bubbled deep inside Dominic, lips twitching as he fought a chuckle. If only he knew that he was talking to the one man that didn’t feel the least bit fazed by the gang’s influence. But he however acknowledged that Klaus was indeed a Wembley, possessing that trademark haughty and reckless pride. Just like Laurie did during their appointments.

But unlike Laurie, the younger Wembley was more suited to Dominic’s eccentric taste. He exuded blind carefreeness that was practically nonexistent in the people Dominic was forced to surround himself with as a noble. It was a breath of fresh air that he indeed sought out tonight and it didn’t hurt that Klaus looked good doing it. Dominic’s hawk-eyed blue gaze followed his every movement, as if Klaus was a sculpture in a museum and he was an art critic, appreciating the the way his skin glistened underneath the light, perspiration traversing over his prominent collarbones that peeked from the neck of his loose shirt. The Winchester had a low itch to bite that confident smirk off Klaus’ lips.

Pity he wasn’t planning on losing.

When the energized chatter had died down, Dominic’s hands came together for a slow clap, igniting intrigued murmurs from the crowd of patrons. “I do in fact want to fuck with King’s Cross. So come down, kid. Take your defeat like a good lad.” His finger beckoned towards him in a come hither motion, his own nonchalant confidence exuding from his mannerisms. Yet before the show could go on, the electrified and palpable atmosphere was broken by the sound of the door slamming against the wall and a livid gruff shout. Heads turned, including Dominic's, everyone's attention on the source of the loud interruption. Never a dull moment in here it seemed.

“Oi, Klaus Wembley! You thought you could fucking hide, did ya?”

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INKA I- WOW IT LOOKS SO GOOD

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@jenny:
dom and noah should be friends !! if you're up for it !!

@inka:
i feel like at the begiining he would definitely keep his distance because he can't exactly afford to reckless in this situation. like he doesn't want the wembleys to find out he has an idea of what they are trying to do or that he knows yetta's true lineage. but there also would definitely be a confrontation between them at some time. maybe he starts to become close to her, but doesn't give off that he knows anything

okayyyyyy <333