The name's Iraklís Roúvas. You don't know me. But you should.
And now run.

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Meat is murder and murder tastes fuckin’ good!
Denis Leary

(Source: andreis-reaper)

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Practice

avciterbiyecisi:

Sadik straightened out his posture as he sat on the piano bench. Since Adem had trusted him enough to allow him to be his teacher for long enough to give the illusion of great talent to Iraklis, Sadik had to start brushing up more. Before things had gotten crazy, he had gotten to the point of being able to play a few simple songs in their entirety. It was good that it hadn’t been so long as to make him forget anything.

He sighed when he hit a spot that his fingers couldn’t seem to play right. So little talent with these things.

Iraklís watched Sadik go about his business for a while, leaning in the doorway. It was far from perfect but he hardly cared. He went ahead and sat down in the armchair nearby, listening to Sadik’s playing. He was surprised the Turk was still at it, to be honest.

slavery-gets-shit-done:

okynigos:

slavery-gets-shit-done:

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"Your daughter turned out different? I would love to meet her, for a change. Adem keeps visiting me for reasons I cannot really follow."

"He does? The boy is all over the place. Ana keeps to herself mostly but I guess I can drag her out of her study for the occasion. I bet you two’d even get along." Iraklís shrugged one shoulder and ran his fingers through his hair. "You can meet her alright."

Gupta nodded, adding a small smile to the impression. “Alright. It would be nice to talk to her once, at least, after I.. ah, got so much time to spend with her brother. I am not sure if he is capable of understanding the situation and my role in your life very well.” The role that had been reduced to nothing, if he was being honst with himself, and it had been bothering the Egyptian more than he would ever like to admit. Yes, he missed Iraklis, that dumb, brutish psychopath who, even now, still held a little piece of his heart, despite everything.

"How have you been though? Would you go out for a drink with this old man?"

"He isn’t capable of much. He’s too young." Iraklís mentioned before waving the topic off. The invitation caught his attention more easily. 

"If the old man pays," The Greek cracked a smile of his own. 

man I really ain’t feelin’ it

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tags: #ooc
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I feel so out of place here it’s not even funny anymore

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slavery-gets-shit-done:

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"Your daughter turned out different? I would love to meet her, for a change. Adem keeps visiting me for reasons I cannot really follow."

"He does? The boy is all over the place. Ana keeps to herself mostly but I guess I can drag her out of her study for the occasion. I bet you two’d even get along." Iraklís shrugged one shoulder and ran his fingers through his hair. "You can meet her alright."

(Source: okynigos)

"So basically: My son is already ruined, my daughter is coming along nicely. Well, you can’t win ‘em all. And I still have to kill the American. Wonderful.”

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking.
—Sylvia Plath
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people still mention my character like ?????