you  say  :    ❛   𝘿𝙤𝙣  𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚  ,    𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚  𝙢𝙚  𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 .   ❜   𝐁𝐮𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭  𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 .     independent  ,    private  ,    &&    highly  selective  Vito  Corleone  from  The  Godfather   &&    The  Godfather  II  ,    by  mandinha .

“But let me say this. I am a superstitious man, a ridiculous failing but I must confess it here. And so if some unlucky accident should befall my youngest son, if some police officer should accidentally shoot him, if he should hang himself in his cell, if new witnesses appear to testify to his guilt, my superstition will make me feel that it was the result of the ill will still borne me by some people here. Let me go further. If my son is struck by a bolt of lightning I will blame some of the people here. If his plane show fall into the sea or his ship sink beneath the waves of the ocean, if he should catch a mortal fever, if his automobile should be struck by a train, such is my superstition that I would blame the ill will felt by people here. Gentlemen, that ill will, that bad luck, I could never forgive” in the book

          IT IS THEN when the garlands of shadows dovetail the room as if there had always been their rightful belonging    &&    in those pools of onyx ,     within their gilded hems ,     is the rare unmasking of their true nature :     some private joke only don corleone could savor .      he smiles ,     &&    though it attempts no menace it does not reach his eyes which bear a harrowing starkness .      a pledge made in blood    &&    redeemable in blood only .      caved    &&    drawn as if within funeral cloth .         ❝        if i am to guess ,     i would say a tired man should head home    &&    rest .      but what you do when you step out there is no business to me .        ❞

@nekuromansa​       🥀

          ❝        then why are we talking ?      why do you waste my time by coming here ?    ––– ––– ––– -       . . . is there a gun against your head ?        ❞          clink of a decanter’s the pin drop in a silent room .      the vacuous preponderance of a silent breath hanging heavy over the tables ,     the glozy bloom of yellow lamplights over the hum of electric ancillary running a fenceline through anomic corridors ,     the wilt of his eyelids before he waves a dismissive gesture to tom    &&    stands motioning towards the door all have about them a sense of novel callousness  .          ❝        it’s not mine if there is .        ❞

I was going to post the opening scene because despite it being quoted so much & so early on , it’s an amazing scene that does a good job at introducing us to Vito and showing us what kind of person he is but. I’m going to leave these two here instead.

❝      𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎  𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  ?      ❞        there’s  a  skitter  ,    an  imposterous  shadow  scampering  beneath  his  desk  .      a  cold  blooded  cat  pandering  in  resplendent  gray  furs  ,    tilting  her  nose  upwards  in  ignorant  mockery  .      sometimes  it’s  scoffed  ,    snuffed  in  the  fabric  of  an  italian  -  tailored  dress  shirt  ,    the  repetitive  coin  indenting  mahogany  or  the  willow  of  a  structure  creating  an  illusion  entirely  nautical  .      (  barking  faux  soldiers  stampeding  into  boroughs  lined  with  eyes  that  watched  without  hope  ,    without  wonder  or  despair  .      a  gold  mallet  that  swayed  in  the  direction  of  copper  instead  of  the  wind  ,    called  justice  .  )      he  pours  her  a  drink  before  turning  his  palm  upward  ,    as  if  it  to  say  what  a  shame  .        ❝      i  could  have  helped  with  the  judge  if  you’d  spoken  to  me  about  it  .      but  i  can  understand  why  you  don’t  want  to  .    ❞   /   @asperad​

hm.

a  sheet  of  smoke  rose  from  his  mouth  ,    twisting  with  ashen  faces  towards  the  buildings  weighed  with  murk  past  the  unveiled  window  at  the  pushed  back  wall  .      ❝    i’m  not  a  mind  reader  .    if  you’re  asking  me  for  a  favor  ,    it’s  better  you  be  clear  with  it  .    ❞    /    🥀 @newsworth​

omg anon...  i hope u r too <33

his hand drops   ,     heavy like the pendulum of a grandfather clock dislocating from a copper stem  .       hardly any sound erupts from the woodentop it lands on  .        ❝       you could have saved yourself a trip  .       ❞