1x1: tea & dual suns

[éros]

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the leaders of the north and south side gangs were once good friends, however, c
onflict began after a misunderstanding and so they could no longer hold the peac
e. now over ten years later, it is time for their sons to take the position of 'gang l
eader.' both heirs were also friends as children but drifted apart and, like their fa
thers, they haven't spoken since then.

during their first encounter in over ten years, both come to the shocking realisati
on that they are soulmates. one pretends not to notice and, as they both want to
rebuild their friendship, neither of them bring it up; that is until their soulmate b
ond becomes too much.

being soulmates is an amazing thing, however, being gay in the 60's is not.

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[éros]

teaa..
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elias will come across as
your typical trouble-mak
er; rough, crude and full
of bad habits. despite hi
s image, elias is v,gentle
, he's just scared of disa
ppointing his father so h
e puts on a front. elias i
s loyal and hardworking.
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i, elias alta fontaine. ii, 22. iii, "ellie" or
"dead eyes." iv, demi-rom. v, french. vi,
northside. vii, dark hair & green eyes.
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COULDN'T YOU TELL? THAT I'M SCARED AS WELL?

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teaa..
elias is unusually timid and passiv
e for a gang boss' son, however, it
is simply in his nature. despite be
ing particularly soft-hearted, elia
s pulls off his 'tough and manly' lo
ok flawlessly- he has grown accus
tomed to acting like an impulsive,
extroverted and savage kind of p
erson. elias is a v.cheeky and mis
chievous person, that part of him
is no act, he enjoys playing aroun
d and often finds it a way for him
to release things that he otherwis
e couldn't express. all-in-all; elias
is loyal, bashful and gentle but ha
s to act outspoken, willful and arr
ogant.
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elias has always been sensitive to
what others thought of him, he w
as v.young when he first discover
ed that liking other men was cons
idered taboo; he was around nine
or ten when he told his mother th
at he liked his childhood friend, h
e recieved a severe scolding after
that but thankfully never mention
...SAY SOMETHING, SOMETHING THAT COULD EASE MY PAIN

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ed it to his father. elias soo
n discovered just how looke
d down upon being gay was
and he began to act out mo
re often, acting out was a c
oping method to forcibly ch
ange himself; and so-he be
came the idiot that he was
today. elias is a self-conscio
us man full of insecurities a
nd self loathing, he can bar
ely manage himself, let alo
ne a gang and a soulmate b
ond... with another male...
the very childhood friend h
e was not allowed to see...
from a rival gang... his first
friend and crush.
other; elias has a tattoo of
small and delicate blue but
terflies on his back- from h
is right shoulder to his left
hip manly i know. elias is a
lightweight drinker regardl
ess of his protests.

[dual suns.]

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joaquin “sweet pea” monteverde, son of southside gang leader fangs monteverde. homosexual/romantic, very closeted.
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from the young age of six, joaquin (pronoun
ced wa-keen) joseph “sweet pea” montever
de and his childhood best friend were caught
in the crossfire of two rival gangs, his father
fangs being the leader of a gang called the
southside, and his best friend’s father being
the leader of another. they were ripped apart
at the age of eleven when their fathers broke
apart, and haven’t seen each other since. they
don’t know that they’re soulmates, in every
aspect of the word—until now.xxxxxxxx

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[dual suns.]

xxxxxa straw between his lips, joaquin bit down on it slightly, flattening the end with his teeth. he sat on the edge on the back of a beaten-up, old black pickup, his long legs dangling and toes of his boots scuffing the grassy ground. surrounded by the other gang members of the southside, he felt at ease, all of them sporting the black leather jackets, emblazoned on the back in bold white lettering were the words SOUTHSIDE PANTHERS and below, the logo of a sleek black panther, lips drawn back from its teeth and muscles bunched underneath it’s glossy coat, tensing to spring with yellow eyes glowing. he himself bore the mark of membership, a panther on the side of his neck, like most of them aside from the rookies. of course, there was a reason to be on edge—northsiders were on the opposite end of the drive in, making a ruckus with loud voices and throwing pieces of popcorn at the other townies lounging around on their cars or mode of transportation. it was annoying, really, and he had half a mind to go over and speak his mind. though that can only wind up in a fight to cause more tension between the gangs—which wouldn’t do them any good in the long run. so he tolerates their presence for now, keeping his eyes on the screen and anywhere but on them. eventually he announces he’s going to the snack bar, having run out of both soda and popcorn, and the gang surrounding him give inclinations of their heads or nods of acknowledgement.

he slides down the bed of the truck, sighing when his boots meet the grass covered ground with a muted thump, before trudging over to the snack bar with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. he orders another round of popcorn and a sprite from the teenager tending the bar and sighs, glancing back at the movie with long, scarred fingers drumming softly against the surface of the counter. he’s agitated, for a number of reasons. reason number one, the northside, interrupting a movie. though he himself wasn’t really watching it, he felt bad for the others who had come innocently to enjoy a movie, and all they had gotten was the stupid loud mouthed northsiders throwing popcorn at them. reason number two was the war going on between the two gangs. he had to protect the sothsiders—they were his family, but it was hard to do so with the north and south sides always trying to rip each other’s throats out with their teeth. reason number three was the stress that came with bearing the responsibility of being the panther king’s son, and having to inherit the throne one day.

when his mother died, she had died leaving his father having to raise him on his own, single, and leading a gang, living in a trailer park because of the expensive of owning a real home. so he’d turned to the panthers to help raise him—and they had. he knew everything he did because of them, and they’d accepted him immediately into their family. he thought of the elders as his other parents, the younger members like himself as brothers and sisters. they were everything to the young heir, and the northsiders are a rest to their community, to their peace, and to their legacy. and he’d fight until his last dying breath to protect them—as was a panther’s oath.

suddenly, he felt a longing. a longing for elias, his best friend who—and he’d never admit it—he’d fallen in love with, ripped apart to never see him again and before he could tell him as much. he still did—he still loved him. but he hadn’t seen him for over eleven years since their fathers split, both being leaders of gangs who hated each other wih a deep loathing. he longed for elias to hold him like he always did as he spilled everything from his lips. and he’d listen, quiet, and ever faithful, stood beside him no matter what.

but, everyone had a soulmate. it was said at this age—twenty two—was the age when you’d find your soulmate, and well, they were made for you. he didn’t have much hope, however, that even if he did find them, they wouldn’t want him, being a criminal and a gang leader’s son.

he sighs, gently nudging aside those memories which left him with an ache in his heart, and focused on getting what he’d ordered.

[éros]

ＥＬＩＡＳ！！
( northside jackals heir ) ( wc; 1067 ) ( tired, annoyed )

TEAElias had been in a particularly foul mood for the past few days, it was right after he hit the 'soulmate age' now at age 22. He didn't believe that it would ever happen to him considering the chances of actually meeting your soulmate was one in a million, but it also didn't keep him from being curious. Aside from being more irritable, he had also been feeling a little lost- possibly in an almost painful way if that were possible.

TEAEither way, his fellow gang members had offered him to go out tonight and he wasn't going to let his emotions get the best of him just yet. Though Elias had agreed to go out, he knew it was just an excuse for the younger northside members to cause a ruckus, not that he minded of course. The Northside Jackals had always been a mischievous group, much more than your average gang, however, they were an incredibly tight knit group and were notoriously loyal. Elias' mind was full of many thoughts, he would soon be passed the title of gang leader and he wasn't sure if he was for the job; He was faking this reckless-indifferent image and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would mess up and expose himself for the useless wuss that he was. That was a scene that played often in his mind and it terrified him.

TEATonight was a night of celebration as Elias had recently turned the ripe age of 22. In this world 22 was considered the coming-of-age age as their soulmate instincts would kick in if they actually managed to find them and it was quite a big deal to the younger generation. Elias however, felt no different, just a little grumpy if anything. The young man wore black leather pants, a grey tucked in t-shirt, a black leather jacket with the image of a fiercely glaring jackal on the back and dirty black boots; He looked every bit 'Jackal' and his wavy shoulder-length hair was swept back messily to reveal a devilish set of green eyes.

TEAElias was sitting on a navy-blue blanket on the hood of his dinged up red convertible; He would have sat in the car normally, however, he just didn't feel like it this time. He sat with his knees tucked to his chest and his arms around his legs, if anything it just made him look small. A large number of Jackals were in their cars or on the moon-lit grass around him and they were causing a fuss as usual. Members were throwing popcorn at themselves and to the other viewers instead of actually paying attention to the movie, though Elias couldn't blame them as it was a soppy love story that was playing tonight. Elias had to shamelessly hide his interest in the movie but his romantic heart caused him to continuously glance towards the black and white scenes that played in the distance.

TEAA piece of popcorn made its way onto Elias' shaggy chocolate-brown hair, he immediately shot a glare that could kill into the direction that the snack came from. His gaze soon softened when he realised that it was younger Jackal trying to get his attention. All of the members around his age and younger were his brothers and, just the same, the older members were his uncles whom he loved. "What do you want now?" Elias said harsh words but their was no bite to his bark. "Reporting to heir apparent; More snacks please" the younger boy joked as he began in a teasingly serious tone and then finished with a light laugh. Elias huffed out a sigh in defeat and waved his hand meaning that he'd top them up. Elias did a two finger salute to the rowdy group and they seemingly got the message before returning to their loud chatter.

TEAThough he thought that his mood had improved, it almost instantly worsened upon leaving his position on top of the car, his steps were a little heavy as well as his head. He hadn't been able to think straight for a while and his mind had recently taken a liking to picking at Elias' memories of his childhood friend and first crush. He was 11 when he last saw Joaquin but that didn't stop him from remembering the not-so-subtle infatuation that Elias had for him. Quite a few times, Elias would find their parting to be regrettable; Joaquin was someone incredibly important to him but they were still separated so early on. When his father told him about the rift between the two brother gangs, Elias only cared about how he would never be able to bask in Joaquin's presence ever again- and that thought truly hurt.

TEATired and bitter, the boy lazily trudged in the direction of the snack bar. He carelessly searched his pockets for a few notes while mumbling a request to the lady that was taking orders. His entire being was slowly becoming pained without him noticing but as soon as he finally looked up from his feet, he realised why. His one selfish desire was casually standing a few feet from him, it caused Elias' emerald-green eyes to grow wider and his heart to almost jump out of his chest.

TEAStunned for a moment, Elias took in a sharp breath before taming his racing mind. This was a great opportunity, if they restored their relationship- perhaps they could also repair the relationship between both gangs. Elias took a few extra seconds to convince himself that he was doing this for the gang and not for himself. His expression was restrained and turned into a look of calm composure.

"Joaquin!" Elias called as he moved a little closer to the slightly taller man, a light smile on his face. He sounded a little more eager than he had hoped but it was still better than saying nothing. He ended up so that he was standing directly at his side and the proximity was testing his ability to feign being calm. Elias didn't wait for a reply and soon followed his own words, "It's been too long, how are you?" It had barely been a few seconds and Elias was already being affected by simply being near Joaquin, something was definitely wrong but he was too occupied with enjoying being able to take in Joaquin's matured appearence that he ignored the feeling.