it feels, for a moment, like all the air has been ripped from danny’s lungs. the facade of cool surety splinters harshly as dylan’s words wash over him, unbearably loud in spite of their actual volume. between the look on dylan’s face and the tone of his voice and the way guilt settles deep in his own bones, danny has never hated himself as much as he has in this moment. he shouldn’t have let this happen, shouldn’t have allowed anyone to gain leverage over him, shouldn’t have even gotten this attached in the first place. every ounce of him just wants to stop, to pick up the phone and call merritt and tell him they have to call the whole thing off, they have to find another way, he wants to give in to the only good man who’s ever believed in him and explain ——
instead though, he swallows hard and draws himself up, pulling for the indifferent arrogance that has never worked on dylan, because the alternative to doing so is unacceptable. he’s done this to himself, and he’s not the only one who will pay if he doesn’t follow through. the way his chest tightens like he’s about to cave in on himself and he has to swallow past traitorous emotion that threatens to close his throat is irrelevant now.
“ i — ” for the first time in years, danny doesn’t know what he means to say, i don’t want this. i have to. instead, he shakes his head just slightly, body tensing as if he’s already preparing to run. “ i’m sorry dylan. ”
how did they keep ending up here? with dylan, holding shattered pieces of himself because he’s put his trust in a conman he’d decided to care for enough to choose blind faith over sense? he rejects danny’s apology as soon as it hits his ears — no, no, no, if you’re not sorry enough to not do this, you’re not sorry enough — but it’s enough to shake him, force him to take a step back, look away and cover the side of his face to prevent danny from seeing how close his expression is to meeting its breaking point. a deep breath, a promise to himself that he can let this out as soon as he’s out of here if he can just pretend like he’s still one complete man in front of daniel. he opens his eyes, slowly, carefully, and lowers his hand with the same caution before turning to almost face danny, eyes locked even if his body is still turned halfway to protect itself.
“ WHY? ” dylan shouldn’t ask this: the amount of answers he can get for it that have the potential to make him hate himself are close to infinite, but some part of him that can’t let go of the love he feels for danny clings on to the hope that there’s something, anything the youngest atlas could say that would make him understand, make this all alright. ( or at least, make watching him go easier. ) “ what’re you getting out of this? what was worth throwing this away? ” there’s a pause and dylan tries to cover his meaning with a hand gesture around danny’s flat, but the meaning is already hanging in the air: what was worth throwing me away?
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this isn’t happening. no, after months and months of trusting danny (reluctantly, but trusting all the same ), this isn’t happening. something threatens to crush dylan from the inside, he can hear fuller’s voice in his mind clearer than he should and he’s not sure if he wants to kick danny’s or his own ass for ever making him trust a convicted criminal so much that the betrayal he had once known to be inevitable can hurt like this. there’s a shake of head, one dylan doesn’t intend to do as he’s hearing less and less of the sounds around them and more his own blood rushing through his veins, telling him to throw something, kick something, yell, act out even half of the anger he feels, screw atlas’s feelings… instead, he’s frozen to place, teeth grinding together. even now, he can’t bring himself to do anything to trigger atlas’s traumas. i hate you for doing this, he wants to think, but it translates differently: i hate myself for letting you. “ danny, don’t…”
commanding tone is lost as his voice threatens to break( he wants to believe it’s of anger, even when he full well knows it isn’t). fists unclench, eyes drop to the floor before being shut altogether: dylan knows what he has to say — final attempt to plead, final wish to hope danny could find it within his manipulative ass to care — but he can’t say it with danny staring back at him, not even in these circumstances. “ if you DO this… you’re dead to me. ”
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selectivity
I am open to ocs and crossovers. This blog is mutuals only: threads, plotting and im are only for people who I have followed back. However, non-mutuals can send me asks and memes and reply to opens. I do tend to form mains and practice exclusivity, especially shipping exclusivity: the list can be found here. Note that I fully admit to being a lazy ass about checking my followers: I am currently using an extension that hides my follower count, so it is up to my own memory to remember to check the list: thus, it can take up to anything from a week to a month to check out a blog — more, if it’s a muse from something I haven’t seen yet.
pre-established relationships
If you have a non-romantic relationship idea (friends, colleagues, even family) between our muses, chances are I’ll be up for that, but do please run it through me first. This is twice as important for Horsemen ocs. The Horsemen and the dynamic between them form a large part of Dylan’s life, so I am more hesitant than most about writing with them because I need to understand why Dylan would have chosen them. I hope you can understand this.
shipping
Shipping-wise, Dylan is free game, but only if it happens with chemistry. This is even more highlighted by the fact that I play Dylan as demisexual, meaning that he doesn’t feel sexual attraction to anyone until he has a strong relationship with them, platonic or romantic.
Statistics
FULL NAME: Dylan Caspian Shrike
ALIAS: Dylan Rhodes (active from 1990 to 2015)
AGE: 44
BIRTH DATE: December 21, 1971
GENDER: Cis male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual
RELIGION: Atheist
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (native), Mandarin, Cantonese, French, Italian, some Greek
CURRENT HOUSING: Apartment connecting to The Eye’s headquarters in London
OCCUPATION: The “fifth” Horseman, leader of The Eye’s western base. Worked as a mole in the FBI until being exposed publicly at the end of 2015
relationships
PARENTS: Lionel Shrike (deceased in March 6, 1984), Henriette Shrike (deceased in October 20, 1988)
SIBLINGS: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Currently, none
CHILDREN: Unable to have
physical traits
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown, greying
HEIGHT: 5'7½
BODY TYPE: Short, square, somewhere between builtfat and chubbyfat.
personality
INTELLIGENCE: Book-smarts: studied engineering in college, degree in Criminology, mathematical brain. Strategist by nature.
DISPOSITION: Intelligent and calculating. Extroverted, but prefers a small social circle. Needs to feel in control, tends to take a leadership position very easily, as well as responsibility over others. Strong moral compass and need to see justice served.
Biography
Dylan Caspian Shrike was the first and only child born to Henriette Wilson, a former actress, and Lionel Shrike, a famous magician and a member of The Eye. The family lived in an apartment New York they owned, greatly relying on Lionel’s profession to supply for them. Partly to this, Lionel was largely absent at home, always performing, practicing, or travelling to China to buy equipment for his tricks. Dylan always knew his father first as a magician, and only then as a father.
This not-ideal but functioning life came to a stop when Thaddeus Bradley revealed how all of Lionel’s magic tricks were done in the pilot of his show, leaving the family unsure how Lionel’s career would handle such a blow. In an attempt to regain spotlight, Lionel insisted on doing a trick Thaddeus had called impossible: to break out from being handcuffed in a safe in the middle of a river. Dylan watched his father go down in the safe but the metal the safe was made of warped, making the escape impossible and causing Lionel to drown. Because his body nor the safe was ever found, his life insurance claim was denied, and the family was left without a penny.
Dylan always blamed the death of his father above all on Thaddeus Bradley, and after his mother had to give him up for adoption at the age of 12, Dylan started to plan for revenge. He spent most of his teenage years in a group home and two foster families, copying his father’s tricks and practicing some of his own, never specialising in anything in particular, finding himself more interested in the behind-the-scenes work that went into the larger tricks.
He started to study engineering in college, but The Eye gave him another task: take a new identity — that of Dylan Rhodes — and move to study Criminology in order to become a mole in the FBI. This alias gave him a possibility to start working on his plan to bring those responsible for his father’s death and the hardships that followed: a group of magicians that would bring the art back to a global spotlight whilst using their abilities to deceive for a greater cause. Gathering resources, perfecting his plan, and making it possible to do without known help from The Eye — as is required from applicants — was a long process, but he finally got it to motion in February 2013.
