he wasn’t deaf. he had heard some of his pawns call him for what he was; a monster, a devil–all the same as long as they feared him. it is better to be feared than loved. he remembered that when he stood in front of his father; just a little boy when he was slapped across the face for his inadequacy. he learned that when he first looked into the eyes of his little sister, round and full of light. he was given the world and yet he wanted nothing more than to take that light away from her, to show her what he saw. he had to bring her back to reality–that love was simply the fear of being alone. love was an illusion. it never existed.
“well the senator is a special guest.” his voice drawled, a small bit of his irish accent coming out before he gave her a lazy grin. so what do you feel for her then? he heard a small voice in his head ask and he felt a smirk on his lips as he thought of the answer so easily as she saw her wiggle about, as she poured them their drinks. knowing full well what each word, each motion meant. he felt EUPHORIC when he was around her. he felt like all the drugs in the world couldn’t bring the same high as she brought him. that was what she was to him, the best drug in the world. something no amount of power or money could buy or steal from him. she was his and only his. “he is a desperate man that came to me, thinking i can salvage whatever shit he pulled out and dared to call his worthiness to win another election.” phillip loved the way his jaw tightened as he had to swallow his pride. oh don’t worry you won’t have to do that soon enough.
“whores didn’t buy you the election, robert?” taking the glass from scarlett, he motioned for her to take her rightful place on the arm of his chair. always by his side. as he leaned in and clinked glasses with him and took a slow sip of his drink. watching the way the senator took only a small sip. maybe he only did the motion. oh? i suppose someone had spilled some of his secrets. no matter– TODAY PHILLIP WANTED TO GET MESSY. “especially after your platform of getting rid of the crime lords in this beautiful city that practically handed you the election.” he said as his eyes raised to see the senator shocked face. “you see me and the other boys are not pleased with this. you were suppose to pretend to be a good man, you were getting so good at it too… all the eighteen year old whores. oh not to mention a couple of those not so ripe apples we got for you during your last d.c trip.”
“rose ,darling, tell me.” he said looking at the blonde vixen beside him tracing along her jawline as he spoke. a small almost soft smile appearing on his lips before he placed his hand on the leather holster under that dress of hers that held such a pretty and shiny blade he gifted her for her birthday. “what do we do to traitors? what do we do to people that don’t please us?”
SHE CAN FEEL IT IN THE TIP OF HER TONGUE. heavy, unpolished, unflattering, inelegant, inferior accent. the kind that made thomas — he’s your father, you don’t call him by the first name — call her an UNEDUCATED SWINE, the daughter of a whore —- she remembers his voice, still, in the back of her head: YOU ARE NOTHING, AND IT SHOWS. nothing, nothing, nothing. can scarlett remember being anything? can she remember being —– she BLINKS, forcing herself out of this mindset. it brings no good. it makes no good. it hurts and it hurts and it hurts. she doesn’t need that right now. it’s not what phillip wants right now.
there’s something about the way that he speaks, the way that his accent comes out that brings a sense of BELONGING that she can’t quite pinpoint. it’s warm, almost, as if she can feel COMFORT in her own skin, on her own voice. ❛ YIKES! sena’ors like ya are the reason why this world is a mess, innit? ❜ she says, taking the sit on phillip’s armchair. her legs are crossed, the bar of the dress slightly higher than its normal.
❛ aren’t y’ goin’ to drink me special drink, senator? i find it rather rude, don’t ya, phil? ❜ she can feel phillip’s hand on her knife, and can feel a COLD in her spine. scarlett looks at him as he runs his fingers through her jawline ( she likes it when he does that, when his touch is soft and not rough, when he doesn’t squeeze her cheeks and force her to look at him. she likes him better like this ). she leans in ever so lightly, putting her face closer to phillip’s. ❛ i don’t think the sena’or is going to be pleased with th’ answer, luv ❜. she feels the side of her lips raising as she moves her head to face the senator, brows raised.
she gets up, taking lazy steps until she’s on the back of the senator’s chair, hands on his shoulders, face close enough to his ear. ❛ d’ya wanna know, sena’or, what we do to trai’ors like you? ❜