blood and fire
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nothing_hip, prompt of "Since U Been Gone." Ell oh ell.
Fandom: The Black Donnellys
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: This contains spoilers for Monday's episode, "In Each One A Savior." Also contains derogatory & racist terms. The character thinks that way; this does not reflect my personal views.
Dokey Farrell talks to his dead brother; has whole conversations with him, in fact. "Huey," he'd said after his brother met an untimely end in a bar where he shouldn't have been, "why'd you have to go and leave me like this?" Everyone knew that Huey was the brains of the operation; Dokey applied muscle where muscle needed to be applied. It worked great that way. And now Huey is dead, and Dokey has to use his brain, and everything is not going according to plan.
It definitely hadn't gone to plan with the wops; Dokey knows that any moment, Nicky Cottero is going to break the peace. Italians were shifty, and Cottero doubly so. Not to mention that the whole thing with Louie Downtown had been a mess from start to finish. And those damn Donnellys were in it somehow. Those damn Donnellys.
"Huey, I wish you hadn't left me like this," he says, for the fiftieth time, his voice bouncing around in the closed space of the car he is, for once, driving himself in. "I don't know if I can solve all the problems you left behind." Of course a leader could only say these things to himself in private -- and probably shouldn't even say them then. A leader had to convince himself, because no one else could, that he was invincible.
"Just look where it got you." Dokey stares out the window of his car, watching the bay windows of his sister-in-law's house, where she is disrespecting her marriage to his dead brother by taking up with that fucking Black Irish, Tommy Donnelly. Who had lied, mind you, lied straight to him not four hours ago. Dokey had asked Donnelly if he'd been behind Reilly's sudden windfall, and the boy had denied it, but his jaw had been tight and his eyes had been jigging from side to side. Lied to! By Mary and the Saints, it wasn't going to happen again.
"Huey, I know you liked the boy," he says now, watching his sister-in-law laugh it up at one of Donnelly's charming little jokes. "I know he was one of your proteges. But I think he was taking you for a ride, too. I think he was pretending to be something he's not. I think he is a liar and a cheat, and he's going to have to go, Huey. I'm sorry but it can't be helped."
He guns the engine, headed out into his city, the New York of blood and fire.
nothing_hip, prompt of "Since U Been Gone." Ell oh ell.Fandom: The Black Donnellys
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: This contains spoilers for Monday's episode, "In Each One A Savior." Also contains derogatory & racist terms. The character thinks that way; this does not reflect my personal views.
Dokey Farrell talks to his dead brother; has whole conversations with him, in fact. "Huey," he'd said after his brother met an untimely end in a bar where he shouldn't have been, "why'd you have to go and leave me like this?" Everyone knew that Huey was the brains of the operation; Dokey applied muscle where muscle needed to be applied. It worked great that way. And now Huey is dead, and Dokey has to use his brain, and everything is not going according to plan.
It definitely hadn't gone to plan with the wops; Dokey knows that any moment, Nicky Cottero is going to break the peace. Italians were shifty, and Cottero doubly so. Not to mention that the whole thing with Louie Downtown had been a mess from start to finish. And those damn Donnellys were in it somehow. Those damn Donnellys.
"Huey, I wish you hadn't left me like this," he says, for the fiftieth time, his voice bouncing around in the closed space of the car he is, for once, driving himself in. "I don't know if I can solve all the problems you left behind." Of course a leader could only say these things to himself in private -- and probably shouldn't even say them then. A leader had to convince himself, because no one else could, that he was invincible.
"Just look where it got you." Dokey stares out the window of his car, watching the bay windows of his sister-in-law's house, where she is disrespecting her marriage to his dead brother by taking up with that fucking Black Irish, Tommy Donnelly. Who had lied, mind you, lied straight to him not four hours ago. Dokey had asked Donnelly if he'd been behind Reilly's sudden windfall, and the boy had denied it, but his jaw had been tight and his eyes had been jigging from side to side. Lied to! By Mary and the Saints, it wasn't going to happen again.
"Huey, I know you liked the boy," he says now, watching his sister-in-law laugh it up at one of Donnelly's charming little jokes. "I know he was one of your proteges. But I think he was taking you for a ride, too. I think he was pretending to be something he's not. I think he is a liar and a cheat, and he's going to have to go, Huey. I'm sorry but it can't be helped."
He guns the engine, headed out into his city, the New York of blood and fire.