⠀  𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 ﹐

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @beloveid.

“ where is your sense of adventure? and besides, no one looks back fondly on the chances they didn't take in life. ”

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @beloveid.

“ if the senator is more concerned about his attractiveness than his current campaign... a bronze medal will be the least of his worries. ”

 ❝   how  thoughtful.   ❞  he  dares  not  say  he'd  been  in  the  grandest  of  moods  before  her  approach,  surrounded  by  all  this  foolishness  as  he  is,  but  the  response  is  far  from  helping.  ❝   can  a  father  not  check  in  on  his  daughter  ?   ❞  ring  adorned  digits  drum  upon  chalice,  lager  half  empty  already  in  his  annoyance.  ❝   hmm -  have  you  done  anything  of  use  while  here?  i  know  anastasia has  been  rather  productive.   ❞

in theory a father could check in on his child anytime, yet, to suggest the senator suited that title was farcical. he'd been close once, tucking in a doe eyed cherub and pressing a tender kiss to forehead, before his desire snuffed out her opportunity for a stable family. “ not without an ulterior motive... ” remark is uttered quietly, too soft to be interpreted by imposing man as anything other than nonsensical. “ of course she has, naturally. ” tinted petals purse in consideration, calculating whether or not it were necessary to list each campaign related task she'd fulfilled. an exasperated sigh breaks brief conversational lull, “ my continued implementation of analytics concurrent with our branding strategy has achieved a twenty percent increase in your supporter base. while your constituents have sustained loyalty thanks to our fundraising efforts and vocal position on issues important to their core values. ”

silken silhouette falls perfectly into place with practised ease as she closes the distance, unhurried strides despite the quiet expectation threaded in his timbre. voluminous lashes flutter downward to cast fawns briefly where cellular disappeared, noted mentally and filed away for later before her own tone something just short of amusement. “ i'll admit, secretary bracken almost had me. ” words land lightly, buxom glossed mouth curving at implied plans. “ then i thought about how miserable you'd look... and my heart broke ! i'm not a monster. i can't, in good conscience, leave you at the mercy of these vipers, councilman. ”

        late morning,   the tournament,   𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦

grandiosity is palpable in the way it emanates from masculine presence, commanding space merely by entering it. when he deigns to speak eldest born cannot shake the apprehension that lines stomach as a result, an ode to adolescent years. “ if you insist. ” her response curated from practise, the false assumption she ever had a choice — of course both knew better. “ that feels terribly loaded, pai. checking to see if i've been keeping up to date with my workload ? ”

𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.  𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

without inebriants present the duo exist in an odd limbo, fluctuating between small talk and flashes of bodies intertwined. boredom is evidently etched upon features when she turns to face him, her gloss accentuated pout indicating that this was far from preferred activity. “ i think .. i've witnessed campaign trails with better substance. ” a small titter of laughter slips, noticing a brief glance cast in their direction from one of the actors. “ clearly you must be enthralled, otherwise why else are you sitting here ? ”

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