phillip:
now would you look at her. the way that purple dress clung to her figure, the way her blonde hair fell down in curls. like some sort of fucking disney princess, she was enchanting. “did you put your hair down for me, rose?” he said with a smile as he pulled her down onto his lap and let his fingers play with the silky locks. the way they fell in a way that shaped her face. she looked like some sort of nymph. mnn. that didn’t sit well with him. no, his pretty little scarlett wasn’t something as lowly as a nymph. they were bastards. no, his scarlett was a goddess–persephone. lips tugging as he pressed his lips against her shoulder digging his nails into her wrist. “we both know you’re a terrible liar. you knew i was in a meeting, but like a bitch in heat you just couldn’t wait, could you?” he growled against her ear, letting his words be only for her.
he wouldn’t be lying when he said that he forgot that the senator was even there. when scarlett was around, dull things like him seemed to melt into the background. nothing was as interesting as she was. nothing was as perfect as she was. NOTHING was as captivating as his sweet sweet rose. “senator, are you having dirty fantasies about my wife.” running his hand over her bare leg. moving it up and down as if he was petting a dog. his blue eyes glaring at the man in front of him, he gave him a cheeky grin. a grin that drove a knife into the senator’s heart with fear. “and here i thought you were running on the moral background. married with four children?–how are you children? i wonder if i should let louis pay them a visit. after all, i don’t like anyone disrespecting my sweet rose here. even if she made a mistake. ”
the way the man gulped, the way his body stiffened, phillip couldn’t help but laugh and slap scarlett’s lap as he did. “wasn’t that funny rose? i think he shit his pants. did you shit your pants senator?” he said leaning in before he patted her thigh once, grabbing her attention. “make me a drink, the way i like it.”
❛ well, i know that’s how you like it, luv. ❜ she says, a smile on his lips as he pulls her down. HE FORGIVES HER. he always forgives her — it doesn’t matter how badly she messes up or how angry she makes him, he always find it in his heart to forgive her. and you think that is love? you really are LOSING it. it doesn’t last very long. before she can blink, she feels his nails digging into the inside of her wrists, and his words feel like bullets against her ear. i can leave if you want me to. she wants to say, can feel the words weighting down on the tip of her tongue. but he pulled her close, he pressed his lips against her shoulder, he —– she looks down, paying attention to her fingers, swallowing past a lump in her throat. ❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ she says, not looking at his direction, voice so small that even he would have a hard time listening.
IT IS AS IF THE WORLD STOPS when he calls her his wife. never before has that ever happened, and she’d be lying if she said she had never thought about it —- it seemed like a far off dream, though, too separate from reality even for her. she looks at his face, eyes looking for his, not taking in a single word that he says for the senator. all she can pay attention to is his hands on her thigh, the word WIFE repeating on her head, as if it is in a loop. would he claim her as his wife if he was embarrassed of her? would he claim her as his wife if he did not love her? rose is his wife, you stupid little girl. not scarlett. rose. you’re not rose, are you? I CAN BE. she can feel a smile on her lips, even if phillip isn’t looking at her. even if his eyes are in the shade that she hates the most —– the COLD BLUE STEEL.
his hands on her lap bring her back to reality, and she lets out a LAUGH even if she does not know what she is laughing about. it rips itself out of her throat, with sharp edges and a high pitched tone. HAhahaHAha. a giggle that is HATEFUL to herself, but pleasing to everyone else. just like you. or are you the other way around? ❛ sure thing, luv ❜ she gets up, placing a kiss on phillip’s cheek before heading to the bar. ❛ would y’ like some’in to drink, senator? ❜ she asks, but even before she can turn around to face him the man has already gotten up from his sit, and is shaking phillip’s hand. ❛ thank you, mrs lefurgey, but i should — i should really go. ❜ he says, and scarlett shrugs.