The Sentinels legs and hands, thumbs together

Donovan's ears lowered to his skull, his head pivoted to the right, listening intently to what the fatale spoke. At first she had been confused, no sign of regret or unweclome had shown on her face. Why would he do this? In truth, the gangster didn't fully know. He knew he loved Indie, in some strange way that was slightly off from the other members of Merry-Andrew's. The brute never spoke it aloud, never to anyone, those three words everyone at some point yearns to hear never dripped off his tongue. Not to his father, or mother, or siblings...or Indie.

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and in this case was completely true. Don never took after his mother, she was a stunningly gorgeous femme with mixes of light greys, creams and amber. She had a heart for object outside of the family, a feeling he had yet to experience. His father and him were practically twins, tall, intelligent men that always chased after something just out of reach. Constantly greating large plans that would occasionally fall out, they had ambition, but now it was only one of the two autumn's night pelted wolves. 

His eyes never shifted off the coquette, grabbing at whatever emotion besides distain left in her expression. Her insult was nothing, it could've been a harmless mosquito btie agaisnt his scruff. The second was much more impactful, but he could find no falseness. They were fools. Daft, idiotic, hopeless fools. The couple had been a teacher and a student, he, from a young age, showed the yearling the ways of a gangster; the ways of Merry-Andrew's. It always should've been that way, no matter how desperate the urge for a romance to blossom. 

Every action the vamp made was utterly perfect, the flow, the grace, she would blink and Don would be in awe. He found her flawless in every sense of the word, even when her stubborness was annoying, or vixen ways were unnecessary, the nightfall flavored apparition was without fault. The dent in her tone at the last query instinctively made Don's jaw clench. The crook had no intention of causing the silhoutette pain, only to place his eyes upon her one last time. 

"Ind, I-" his voice was hoarse, he didn't know. At least not completely, "I had to see you again, I can't stand it anymore." It was true, their end had caused an extreme amount of pain. Yes, he still blamed her, just looking at her forced an agony to fill within his body. "Please, don't force me out, can we just talk?"