#c:David

[roccoxstone]

Rocco snorted, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as he dropped back on to the couch, this time staying in place. "Sounds like Lindsey," he said, not without fondness. "She's always had a way with words. Sharp, point ones, but words nonetheless. You know, she was actually really sweet the last time she was here. It wasn't until she left I realised that was kinda weird." He leaned back in the chair, resting his elbows on the arm rest and trying not to make it weird when David declared him the closest thing he had to a brother. For some reason, those words stuck with him. Rocco had brothers - Danny and Caesar, but neither were really around the way he'd wanted them to be. He definitely couldn't imagine sitting in this room with them, having the sort of conversation he knew he would have with David, and thinking they might understand.

The comment about hot dates had him shaking his head a bit, frown coming across his face. "No, no, nothing like that. I mean, Savannah is still... we're together, at least. But it's weird. She left, and then came back, and it's kinda never gotten back to where it's not a bit awkward. I didn't tell Linds this, cause I don't want her to beat the girl up or anything, but I think I'm half expecting each time I see her to be the last before she takes off again." Was it insensitive to talk about his love life with David? Rocco didn't know. "I did miss you." He confirmed. "It's weird. I mean, I knew I missed you and Lindsey, but I don't think I even realised how much until you both showed up. Now it's kinda hitting me all at once." He reached for the half-empty bag of chips on the table and moved them into the space between them, a silent invitation for David to take one. "It's just... all been shitty. And hard. I just don't know when things are gonna feel normal again. I mean, I know they can't go back, I just mean... when I'll get used to this being normal."

Although there was a split-second of hesitance, David found himself stepping through the door. He'd come to peace, or at least some fucked up version of what seemed to be peace, with the fact that things would never be how they used to. That's why the impact of the apartment didn't feel so heavy. He'd had time to mourn the old version of his life. It was still heavy, but not exactly in the same way. He nodded a little once Rocco's correct guess came out. "I mean, I would've come back eventually, but her threatening to physically harm me got me on a plane just a little bit faster." He raised a brow once Rocco thanked him, finding the gesture a little odd. "Hey, you're the closest thing I have to a brother. I'll always show up if you call."

He slowly followed behind, not minding the mess. It wasn't too different from how his own space was decked out. "What, no hot dates?" he automatically quipped. He couldn't help but fall back into that natural rhythm with Rocco. At the same time, though, if anyone would've understood the frame of mind he'd been stuck in, it was David. Both of their world's imploded, and both came out more scarred than they let on. There was no easy way to go back to how they were before that. He was just settling down on the other side of the couch when Rocco shot up like a Jack-In-The-Box and had him start in place. "I'm all good, dude," he shook his head with a soft chuckle. "It's okay to say you missed me, you know. I'm not about to call you gay or anything. That's Caesar's job." Although the smile remained, his tone did become serious for a split second. "I get it, though. It is weird. Everything's just..." He trailed off, not having the right words to describe it but knowing Rocco would understand. "It's really good to see you, too."

[piperxstone]

@davidxstark​

The last time David had shown up at her front door, Piper hadn’t known how to feel. That had been in Vegas. She wouldn’t call her time there happy - in fact, she preferred not to think about it at all. It had been, in a word, a mess, a horrifying mess that had left her a totally different person than the girl who had bolted from Miami, but New York? That was even worse. And now, David stood on the doorstep of another shitty studio apartment with a damp problem that was costing her way too much rent. Same shit, different city. Whatever he wanted, Piper was sure it wouldn’t be good. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” she mumbled. It was so much easier to put everything to one side when everyone left her alone. Being face to face with David brought up everything she was trying to hide from, and she didn’t like it. “Go home, David.” 

[scriptisarcanisx]

closed starter for prue as requested by @ofmusingsxandmayhem​

It wasn’t often David had Prue to himself. He often had to share her attention with her daughter or her career. And so when he did have her to himself, he made sure to savor every moment with her. Even now in the silence as they walked up to her favorite restaurant, he held an arm around her and placed a firm kiss on her temple. He wasn’t very good with words. But he hoped she felt just how much he loved her. He’d loved her for a long time really. They had been together for years at this point but sometimes he’d still catch himself in disbelief at how lucky he was that she somehow returned his affections.

He’d been looking forward to tonight. Between the two of them, she was definitely the more successful one. But he was adamant that he was going to pay for tonight’s dinner. He even saved up for it. “Tell me about your day,” he ventured. He didn’t say I love you often. But he often looked out for her in the ways he knew how. Just making sure she was happy, that was his job.

[caesarxstone]

@staceroberts​

Caesar was having the best night of his life. He had found watching both Piper and Rocco tank their relationships wildly entertaining, but his brother had relegated him to returning their weeping sister to wherever the fuck she lived these days, and even Caesar had to admit things had gotten a little bit too real. Clutching her by the wrist, he dragged her through the crowd, ignoring her snivelling as she trailed behind him. 

What he could not ignore, however, was the loud wails that suddenly emitted from Piper. “What now?” He said impatiently turning to look at her. Maybe she had gotten another red solo cup of lukewarm beer to the face. He would be disappointed if he had missed it, but she was, sadly, dry, and her eyes were directed toward the stage. He followed her gaze, finally settling on what had caused her fresh batch of tears. There was David, making out with another girl. Good for him, Caesar thought. He didn’t know David had it in him. Maybe he was more interesting than he had ever given him credit for, given that he always seemed like the epitome of a wet blanket. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, looking from David’s softcore porn session to his sister. They had never really been close, but they were still family. He had to stick up for that. Plus, he couldn’t let Piper and Rocco, of all people, go around starting fights. He was letting the team down, when usually, he was the MVP in this particular game. “Want me to fix it for you?” he asked, one eyebrow cocking. When she nodded, he dropped he wrist, walked over to David, and tapped him on the shoulder, waiting with a patient smile on his face for him to detach himself rom the girl and turn around. 

Once he finally locked eyes with David, Caesar let out a little shrug. “I see what you’re doing, man, and I respect it, but I have to.” With that, he drew his fist back, following through to land a punch to David’s jaw. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. What he didn’t expect was for David to duck out of the way, nor for him to catch the girl he had made out with square in the face. Shit.

[unspkn]

˙ ˖ ✶ David

"All I asked was how was your day?" Izzy laughed raising his brow at the other man but finding his little rant more than cute. "I do agree about the desirable and well I'll just take your word for great lay, but what brought this about? Are people actually giving you a hard time because your family is huge?" Izzy could somewhat relate as he had many siblings that weren't actually related at all just a couple of ragtag witches that got rescued by their now guardian. "I can relate, but if you need a sweet treat I just bought some cookies if you want some."

"I think it's unfair that I'm labeled the family slut when I'm the product of two sluts. I mean, look at how many siblings I have, half of whom I'm not actually related to. which have fooled humans but you can have a different species of kids and pretend it's normal. The only one who is related to everyone is Liam. I'm just a product of my surroundings. Besides, it's not my fault that I'm so desirable and… a great lay."

[wolverine-23]

|| David & Laura

She didn’t sleep much. Not in her house, not at the X-Men mansion, not anywhere. She didn’t exactly need to sleep, her body could go on forever without any rest or food. In the past, every time she fell asleep she’d wake up to some new horror, some new cadaver she was somehow responsible for. And how could she sleep when she could hear everything? Every particle in the air, every heartbeat, every swallow, every single breath of air inhaled and exhaled. She could hear how the Earth got older, how the ground slightly shifted every now and then. She was too paranoid, too alert to do something as stupid as sleeping. Anyone could attack her. But despite the noise, the smells, the people wandering around the house aimlessly, Laura found herself nodding off on David’s bed after lunch. She could feel her muscles unclenching, how her eyelids grew heavy and began fluttering close. How her heart began slowing down its pumping until it was in tandem with the clock’s slow ticking. For a second, her eyes closed and Laura exhaled. Maybe just a few minutes—

Her eyes flew open as soon as she smelled Zelda’s all-too-familiar scent. Every single clone had a particular smell. Gabby’s was cinnamon-like, while Bellona smelled like gunpowder. Zelda’s scent was like someone had stuffed rusted metal up Laura’s nose. “Fucking hell, not this again.” She groaned as she peeled off the bed and ran out of David’s room, expertly avoiding every single one of the zombies wandering the house. Laura knew where her clone was even before she threw the front door open and flew down the steps. Zelda leaned against a streetlight on the other side of the street, a smirk on her face as she lazily pulled the petals of a white flower. “Go away.” Laura’s claws flew out as she stomped towards her sister. Zelda merely chuckled, “I’m totally digging the new crib, sis! Although it smells a little weird, to be honest, and I heard some people in there—”

“Leave.” Laura repeated, this time louder. “I don’t know why you’re here, I don’t care why you’re here, and I’m not coming with you. Leave.”

“But you haven’t even heard what the mission is!” Zelda stepped away from the pole and discarded the flower, stomping on it like the little girl she’d never been. Laura stared back at Zelda as if she were standing in front of a mirror. All ten clones were exactly the same except for some genetical or physical adjustments each of them had. Bellona had albinism so her hair was white, while Zelda’s back was completely covered in scars (which were artistic, according to Zelda). Gabby was the only clone who was younger than all of them and thus looked different. “There’s no mission, Zelda, it’s just you idiots going off somewhere to do some stupid crap.” Laura took a deep breath, already losing the little peace she’d managed to feel back in David’s room. Not that anything inside the house was sane or coherent, but Laura certainly didn’t want to bring her own craziness to David’s place. And she knew Zelda would hurt anyone when she felt like it. Because she would. They were killing machines. Killing was an impulse, not a decision. 

“Someone’s using the scent against us, Laura,” Zelda called as Laura turned to the house. She froze. “Bellona woke up yesterday in Paris with no memory of what she’d done. I woke up in Peru last week and I know you had something to do with all those deaths here in New York.” Laura winced, her back tenser than steel cables. Gabby, the only clone she actually considered her family, was back at Xavier’s School, so Laura knew she was okay, at least. She turned around. “So what’s the plan, huh? Hunt whoever’s using the scent so they can use us again?” Laura shook her head no, her claws retracting. “The smartest option is to lay low, Zelda. Just... lay low. It’ll go away, I promise.” Laura turned to see her sister at the other side of the street before climbing up the front steps. 

“Did that Guru dude fuck the cowardice into you or did you get it all by yourself?” 

Laura froze. She took a deep breath, ran a hand past her face, then closed her eyes. But her heartbeat was already speeding up, the blood pumping down to her hands and around her claws. They were itching to shred, tear, break. They itched. 

“What’s the matter, sis, are you into his Yogui crap? You taking deep breaths now?”

Her eyes opened as the claws flew past her skin. The last thing Laura saw was Zelda’s smile growing as Laura threw herself at her, the sound of metal reverberating across the street as their claws clashed against each other. 

@arelegions

[writtenarcana]

@presstocontinuestory​

He took a deep breath, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked at the skyline, lights turning on one by one. Nightfall definitely was his favorite time of day. The colors that painted the sky, it was just breathtaking. “What a waste of a lovely night,” David teased with a chuckle. This view was meant for lovers but instead he shared it with a friend. “Okay, answer me this, if you could share this view with literally anyone on this planet, who would it be?” he asked to make conversation.

[emreschools]

@cheer-me-up-gracie​. David. David is 100% the answer to your question. @defectivedetectivedavid​

[oliviacoppola]

Olivia nodded and turned towards the liquor bottles. She grabbed the whiskey and poured David a finger and turned back to put it on the bar for him. "Are you really sure that tonight is the night for moderation? I don't think anyone else has the same philosophy as you." She gestured around to the party that was in the midst of picking up pace.

Ever since running into Olivia at the club, David found he kept an eye on her. Something nagged at the back of his head and he didn't know why. He was also surprised she offered to host the Halloween party and decided to stay in London for it.

Knuckles rapped against the bar top, russet hues glancing up at her. "All about moderation." He smirks at her. "Whiskey."

[wentzellroni]

@d-avidcorvin

“Hey asshole!” Voice carried over the empty plaza as she readjusted the backpack slung lazily over her shoulder, pushing sunglasses into messy hair. “Did you actually kill that bitch?” David was always the last person she wanted to call for a favor; and yet, as per usual ended up being the first. After all, a taxi home from the bus station seemed a waste of money. " I didn’t think you had the balls.”

[roniwentzell]

@david-corvin

A cigarette slipped easily between her lips as she shielded the flame of a lighter from the wind. Eyes refocusing on the man approaching the bleachers as she took a drag. The nicotine entering her system helped calm as far better than the time she had sat waiting for football practice to end. It was almost comedic the way teenagers bulldozed into one another in the name of sport. She’d been sitting long enough to forget exactly what Elsie’s offense had been this time, but it didn’t take much to set her off. “Hey asshole…” She blew smoke in his direction. “you know, you’re the only idiot I know who’d willingly go back to high school every day.”

[aisrps]

David + General Information

[littlebitevelyn]

No, ew David!  That’s so weird!

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When people think I’m rocking out and dancing to tunes in my car, I’m really just animating old arguments with Evelyn where I got one up on her. @littlebitevelyn

[piperxstone]

@davidxstark​

“What the fuck.” 

The words came from an all-too familiar voice, and once that was entirely unwelcome. Mid-makeout, Piper tore her lips away from Trent’s, and her eyes settled on Rocco’s. And then Caesar’s. And then Lindsey’s. A few people she didn’t know. And then, finally, the last, and worst. David. 

She hadn’t meant for things to go like this. Their argument had come from nowhere, but if she was honest with herself, going long distance had been far harder than she ever expected. If she had still been in New York, she was sure it would have been forgotten in seconds, but she was still raging later that night, when she had gone on Instagram and saw he had been tagged in something she really did not want to see. 

Despite the fact that he had hurt her, she still felt sick at the sight of him. She hadn’t wanted to be seen, drunk and on the arm of some frat guy from class just to make herself feel better. Defensively, she crossed her arms over her chest, and tried to avoid looking at him. 

“What are you all doing here?”

[piperxtaylor]

Mirrored || David and Piper

It was perhaps surprising that Piper was yet to talk to David since his release. Of all people, he would understand the sometimes crippling after effects of being held captive. And she, in turn, understood better than other Diamonds what it was like to be held as a prisoner by the Hearts. She was a little wary considering Wren’s reactions to him coming back. Piper had been terrified of Wren for weeks, and she’d not said anything to Sixes. From what she’d heard, David had, and yet Wren didn’t seem as angry. Piper hadn’t said any of this aloud, however, not wanting to attract any wrath her way.

But none of this was David’s fault. So when she saw him alone in the HQ kitchen as she entered, she took a deep breath and approached him. “Hey David. How’re you holding up?”

@davidcheslyn

[laceyxschuester-blog]

@David

@david-wale

“David! Best Friend! David! Hi.. I have news.”