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It had all started with a horrendous row with his father, which had left him sporting a deep purple bruise along his jawline. He could no longer recall what began the argument, but knew it must have had something to do with his extracurricular habits. Logan’s relationship with James had been souring for years, from the moment puberty had kicked in and Logan had become less interested in childish past times and far more interested in the adult. His determination to chase down activities he was far too young to indulge in had slowly but surely driven a rift between father and son that was at this point, too wide to repair. So, unwilling to take the risk of moving out and becoming self sufficient, Logan had taken to avoiding his father by camping out by the pool during the day.

It had its downfalls. By isolating himself he ran the risk of the loneliness becoming overwhelming. Juliet was often out on dates with whoever the latest guy was… his father didn’t want to see him and his mother… well. She just wanted the whole embarrassing debacle over with.

That afternoon, it had all got a bit too much. Logan was curled up on one of the sunbeds nursing a bottle of whiskey he’d stolen from his fathers study the night before. If James suspected, he hadn’t bothered to try and retrieve it and somehow… it stung. Logan craved attention, needed it. Even another hit to the jaw would be acceptable…  he’d take punches over nothing, at this point. Hell, he’d even take another beating with his fathers belt if it meant being touched but despite how much he needed it… pride refused to allow him to seek it overtly.

So there he lay, on his side, shivering as he’d done the last time he’d tried to go cold turkey from the latest ~thing, only this time he was depressingly sober. As far as drugs went, at least.

It was a wonder Abby hadn't gotten pulled over. One call from Juliet and she found herself driving like a mad woman to the Delos house. Everyone could see how Abby felt about Logan. She would do anything for him, and they made a habit of calling her to deal with him. Still, she only minded a little.

She didn't even knock. Just walked in, nearly running into Juliet. She was on her way out but took a moment to point Abby in the right direction. Abby made her way out to him. The first thing she noticed was the bruise, and she winced. If there was one person in the world that Abby truly hated, it was James Delos. There were many times Logan and Juliet had to physically hold Abby back. After all, the man had no qualms about laying a hand on her too.

"You can come stay with me for a few days," she told him, holding her hand out for him to take. She hoped he would take her up on the offer. Her place could be a safe space while James cooled down. All it would take for him to hurt Logan again was one misstep. The man held grudges had a short fuse.

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18 or 8? // princeoftrash

The moment the words had come out of his mouth, Logan had known he’d fucked up. In the heat of the moment neither of the Delos men had much control, and Logan had crossed the line with his latest comment. They’d been having their usual row, about how at his age (approaching nineteen,) he ought to have more responsibilities and more self control. James had told him to ‘be a man,’ to which Logan had said that he would, if he knew one to emulate. The result had been instantaneous: a bruising slap to the face, ring and all.

No sooner had he comprehended what had just happened, one hand rising to his swiftly bruising jaw- than James was grabbing his ear and throwing him down across the nearby armchair. Scrambling for purchase, Logan barely had time to react before he heard the telltale clink of the belt buckle- and the snap of leather in the air. The belt connected with his ass and for a second he only felt the numb impact through the denim of his jeans but then…. it burned.

His pained yell was drowned out by another strike, and another, Logan only able to absorb the hits and try not to move. Painfully aware of their location, he could only hope that nobody else would come in; he didn’t want Juliet to see, or his mother… nor any of the staff. They all knew, of course they did, but to witness it was another matter entirely.

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James Delos prided himself on always being able to retain control. But when it came to his son, that was an entirely different story – Logan knew exactly what to say and do to make the man lose any semblance of control. Usually, if he was too angry, James knew to walk away for a moment, cool down but once those words left his son’s lips… his vision went red. It blurred at the edges, his own anger almost profound, and he slapped him across the face. Now… normally, he would remember to take his rings off.

He didn’t.

The fact that the young man had the gall to speak to him in this manner has proven to James that he may have been a bit too lenient with him. He didn’t pause to think; soon enough he was depositing Logan in an armchair – the ass raised slightly just to make it easier to aim for it. All in all, he didn’t want to hurt his son. Just… discipline him. The leather belt came out of James’ trousers and was folded in half before finally landing blows, one after the other.

It was clear as day that Logan wanted it over as soon as possible, he even tried to restrain his incessant wriggling. Which was impressive, really.

“You don’t get ta talk to me like tha, you hear?”

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Retiring | Logan and James

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The party was...interesting. William had claimed that his retirement was of no benefit to him despite now being CEO of one of the largest global companies to grace the planet. He was right about it seeming more like a coronation, more people here to congratulate William than to commiserate his own departure. He didn’t mind though. William was like a son to him and despite his teasing he was truly proud of what he had become over the years. A decade ago this man was destined for EVP and nothing else. Now however, he had taken over the track his own son should have followed. 

Logan was present of course but he assumed it wasn’t out of choice. He hadn’t forced him himself but years of reinforcement perhaps taught his son that not attending such functions was a faux pas that should be avoided at all costs. 

He did see him drift towards the bar a few times though and eventually he decided it was perhaps enough.

James walked over to Logan, resting a hand on his shoulder as he spoke. “That’s enough booze for one night I think. Don’t want to fuck this up.” He warned, giving his shoulder a slight squeeze before letting go. 

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Re-organization | Logan and William

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With Jim retiring, William was being promoted and frankly, that made this party seem worth it. He’d spent a lot of the company’s money on this affair, even shipping some of the hosts there to bulk out the attendees and of course to provide entertainment. It was going quite well he thought as far as retirement/promotion parties went and it seemed like Jim was having a good time, especially as Logan had made an appearance. 

He knew full well that his brother-in-law hated the both of them but at least he was able to have civil interactions with them in such a public forum. 

William didn’t intend on interacting with him more than necessary but he found himself at the bar at the same time as him and it would be rude not to say something. “Thank you for coming.” 

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@princeoftrash    /   cont.

GUEST.

◦. ✦             ”OH, POOR THING.“ Alastair clicked his tongue with feigned pity and looked down at this bleeding guest on the dusty ground. Not that he really cared; no, he enjoyed this view. Pain could be like a drug, especially when inflicted on others &. this individual, oh, he suffered so beautifully . . . Too bad he did so right in front of his brothel.

                     “Darling, you are making a mess in front of my door,” he said with a casual smile, ignoring the other’s groans. Curious. He had never seen a newcomer injured like that -- and deep within him, there was this urge, this CALLING, something that demanded Alastair to keep this man from dying. What a shame, he would have loved to watch him bleed out &. run pale. Watch how his eyes went cold &. empty. However, his programming denied him this pleasure &. since he didn’t know about this ongoing revolution yet, he decided to give in to this ‘ inner force ‘.                            Still smiling, he crouched down next to him and canted his head to the side. “If I freed you from your misery you will be in my debt. But I suppose that is more convenient than dying, hm?” Lissome fingers traced the Newcomer’s face and toyed with a strand of his hair.  “So?”

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“Please don’t lock me in here!” (From Logan/Princeoftrash because I _can_)

“Dear god, you like to run that pretty mouth of your’s, huh? Seriously, I heard you the first time.”

That didn’t stop her, putting her heel to the back of his knee to edge him into the room before slamming the door. Rickety, but it would hold him long enough until he shut up. However long that would take.Huffing, dusting off her hands against her sides, she twisted on her heel to slump down with her back to the door. Popping a cigarette from her pocket, she held it between teeth, eyes narrowing as her hand cupped to catch the flame and let it light. Taking a short drag, she exhaled as her head tipped back to rest on the surface behind her, gaze hazed from the smoke.

“Just keep quiet, alright? Might actually let you out if you do. Not too keen on damaging that handsome face.”

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The Delos Dynasty || My edit 

James, Rose, Juliet & Logan

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Abby knew the moment Juliet told her about the scene at the pool that nothing good was going to come of it. Her first thought was to find Logan. Of course, her second thought was that she really hated James Delos. That man infuriated her. Still, her mission was to find Logan before things became absolutely dire. She needed to find him. She needed to be there for him.

It took her a full day. The list of places to look for him had grown over the past couple of years, and she had just about given up. She'd gone back to his place, hoping he would come back. It was out of sheer boredom that she started to look around. There wasn't much to it, but she was happy she ended up taking a peek into his life. She found a key card on the table. She knew the place. It was a seedy motel that Logan liked. They were discreet. They didn't ask any questions. They didn't care what you did as long as you didn't murder someone in your room. The perfect place for an addict to hide out.

Room 115. It was a long shot that the key card was even current. She doubted Logan would have gone hom before going to the motel, but he was never as predictable as everyone else believed. Abby had learned not to get agitated with his impetuousness. It only made matters worse. Instead, she seemed to be the only person who still went along with him. It definitely saved her many headaches and a lot of time. Holding her breath, she waved the card in front of the lock. It unlocked, and she pushed the door open.

And there he was, slumped down onto the bed as if he barely made it to the bed. She walked over to the bed to. At first, it looked as if he were sleeping. His breathing was slow and shallow. As she got closer, she realized he wasn't sleeping at all. She sat on the bed next to him, putting her hand over his. "There you are," she spoke softly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

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"So what if I was using the company credit card?" (Teenage Logan)

“The company credit card is not yours to take.” James replied with a stern look on his face. “You’re gonna have ta work it off.”

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𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗟.      tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.      freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗤𝗨𝗘.     dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟.     chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed.reading stories about mythology.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖.     compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

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       “This newcomer just reeks of trouble. Don’t suppose the Sheriff seriously intends on bringin’m along now, sure he’s good shot. Suppose his friend is well ‘nuff. But I don’t trust’m-....Not one bit. I bet he’d be willin’ to shoot each one of us’ just cause he’d fancy it, don’t hold no loyalty to none his likes...“

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YOUR LOVE TYPE - The Mechanic (ISTP)

In love, you are exciting, alluring, and definitely hard to catch. You refuse to settle. For you, kissing is physical and sensual - more romantic than emotional. You like physical touch. Overall, you are confident, fun, and optimistic. You don't have that many insecurities when it comes to love. However, you tend to also be flighty and overly private. You don't get close to just anyone.

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@princeoftrash || continued from x

“You know what? Fuck him. Fuck them. Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”

The words, while uttered calmly and without volume somehow managed to ooze pure and utter rage regardless. Spoken through grit teeth, eyes narrowed as grip tightened just a little too much on glass. It was more than obvious that despite the fact he was not ranting and raving, nor throwing things about in the toddler-esque tantrums of old… Logan was angry.

“Sitting up there in your fucking… glass houses,” he spat, swirling the drink with a little more aggression than was entirely needed, making no move to knock it back. The shit he’d pumped directly into the vein was giving him what he needed for now. The drink at this point seemed fucking superfluous save for a potential missile. “You all think the sun shines out his fuckin’ ass right? Then there’s me. The fuck-up of a son. The embarrassment of a brother. The shit fuckin’ friend… fucking… whatever the fuck they’re calling me up there. Cooing over their own fucking undoing. Fuck them.”

Abby was used to this. Logan telling her how she supposedly felt because he just didn’t get how she adored him. Still. After everything. Pressing her lips together, Abby knew she needed to choose her words carefully. This was not the time for harsh words or for her to play the role he loved the most for her. It was delicate, and she needed to tread carefully. 

“Then let’s go somewhere else. If they truly don’t want you here, then you don’t have to be here. And neither do I. We can sneak away like we used to.” No matter how harsh his words had been - even as they were directed at her - Abby was gentle with him. Plus, if he wanted a fight, it wasn’t going to be in public. She could take his anger.