#c:David

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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​

[roccoxstone]

"Holy shit." Rocco wished he had something smarter to say in response to David showing up at his door, but he'd never been known for his brains. Lindsey was one thing, but David was an entirely different matter. Since his breakup with Piper, Rocco had kept his distance, even before David had found himself on the other side of the world. He looked different, though. The same sad look Rocco saw whenever he caught a glance at himself lived in David's features, too, and that made Rocco even sadder. Seeing him again was not something he'd ever expected, and his first instinct was to wonder if all was okay. Maybe he was just so conditioned to bad news that he'd come to expect it. "Is everything okay? Your mom...?"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence before David was hugging him, and Rocco hugged him back, a little too tightly, his eyes squeezed shut. It had been too long, but Rocco thought he wanted it that way, unable to envision a world where David still wanted him around. Even now, with him at his door, he felt guilty, as though inviting him in would be too much or too painful for him. "What are you doing here?" He managed to choke out, his voice much softer than before.

It was a sad, stupid truth, but when he decided to go to the UK, David didn't think he'd be missed. By his mom, maybe, but that was an obligation. There wasn't much to miss, though. He was at rock bottom, and when you're that far down, there was no seeing light. The dark storm fogging up his head and mind felt permanent. He knew it would've taken something big to shift it or break through, and that came in the form of his sister pretty much pleading with him to come home. It had a more threatening aura rather than asking, and he knew better than to test that. She'd hunt him down and drag him back if necessary. Still, when Lindsey was the one to call for a regroup, it meant things were serious. He'd talked to her over the phone, and it wasn't super long and drawn out, but it was enough that he knew Rocco needed them. Needed him. He had no doubts that his mom and sister did what they could with the guy, but they were only two pieces of the puzzle.

David didn't need directions for where he went next. Frankie's apartment might as well had been his own home with the way his feet carried him there. He wanted to make a joke upon seeing Rocco, a 'look what the cat dragged in' hanging on his tongue when he noticed his face. It was the same sunken eyes and dark circles that he saw reflected back at him in the mirror every day. If a dark cloud had been following him, it seemed that it started as a giant one that split in two: one covering his own head and the other covering Rocco's. That's what had him moving over and immediately hugging him. He was silent for a few beats before giving him a hearty pat on the shoulder. "It's been too long, buddy." @roccoxstone

[ghxstofyxu]

closed: @phaticgod​ location: the oasis truck stop

One thing she didn’t expect being this far south was just how cold the nights get. The lake effect and below freezing temperatures were no stranger to her skin, however she wasn’t expecting the dewy humid cold that came with this part of Texas. The cold desert night continues to nip at her skin as she walks across the parking lot, moon shining on the too clear sky for the kind of night that felt heavy. She told herself she’d try one more place then go home, she’d be useless if she was tired, and the day hadn’t provided any new sources anyway, what was taking a break? 

She takes note of the car parked off in the dark, the shadow immediately putting her on edge as she takes note of a person leaned into one of the windows, and the man in the drivers seat talking to them in a hushed whisper. Micah doesn’t hear the ding of the old bell, or her footsteps padding across the peeling linoleum. She’s too focused on the man outside, alarm bells going off in her head as she keeps a watch on the car the best she can from the dusty windows. 

And the car is still there when she leaves. The hair stands up on the back of her neck, not liking the off putting nature of it all. Missing persons signs flash before her eyes and before she knows it she’s walking towards the car, pastry and coffee in hand to ask just what the fuck this guy was doing with this woman so early in the morning. “What’s going on over her—” She stops herself when she finally catches David’s face in the dim truck stop light, smile spreading across her face and relief washing over her. Thank God she found David Sharpe. 

[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.”

[yvonne-rutherford]

david-pavoncello​:

-

The vibe that lingered in the air seemed to be one that they both shared. Expectations merely enjoying each others company and what may come – what was going to come. David was confident that it would. 

A devious smirk turned at the corners of his mouth. “Perhaps, but there is some code we hold when we bring a date.” Discrete was the way of the Italians, but discrete for him was the company he kept in the moment. Digits found the nape of her neck, tilting her head up to his. He lowered his face, hovering from hers, heated orbs locking onto hers. If anything she could clearly read in his eyes what he wanted. His lips ghost against hers. “I think it’s obvious Yvonne.” His tone low and husk. The Italian let his words linger in the air, teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip before he kissed her feverishly.

-

The tension between them finally reached its breaking point as David pressed his lips to hers. Yvonne reached up to cup his jaw, the slightest pressure of her fingers pulling him closer. For a moment, it was just the two of them alone on the yacht. But all too soon, she came back to awareness and the fact that there was somewhere much more private that the pair could be at that moment.

“Come with me.” She stood up and took his hand, pulling him towards the stairs. She climbed up a level and turned down a hallway, stopping at the door at the end of the hallway. Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out a key and unlocked the door. When she opened the door, she stepped back and gestured from David into the room. “After you.”

[aisrps]

David + General Information

[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