Regino’s tensed body perches upward on his queen-sized bed. Next to him is tape, permanent markers, scissors and a pile of photos. Most the photos are of himself with HaNeul; others were with his father and his “family”. Mafia crime families never had been a family to him at all. Bastards. That realization only made the 20-year-old imperially pissed. René furiously got to work on those pictures, which meant defacing his traitorous brother and fellow Mafiosos. For every picture Eugenio was in, Regino cuts his face out. All except one he decides to spare. A painful reminder of brief happiness in his youth – in h
Thanks to the cascading rain, two acrobats stay cooped inside an upstate New York house, which belonged to one of them. Since there's no practice for a day or two, they attempted to make themselves comfortable, or do something to occupy their time. The former option is a bit difficult for Angel. Instead of being his usual plucky self, the tan skinned man huddles within a nearby window sill. His bright emerald eyes grimly gaze at the rain hitting hard against the window pane. In truth, he despises the rain, specifically thunderstorms. Too many horrid memories and flashbacks plague his mind of one day that changed his life forever.
