the almighty

A day off was rare for Papa Godfrey, it was such a rare occasion in fact he made sure to invite everyone over for dinner. Because he wasn’t quite sure what else to do with his time, and Connie had mentioned the house needed some extra wards placed up. He knew lesser than the basics about warding, but he had no magic himself to contribute. So Instead he kept himself busy in the kitchen scooting from each assembly line station he had figured would make it easier to get things ready. An older type of radio device was placed on the corner of the counter playing out random police codes. Rich occasionally paused to stare at the police scanner, but then went back to work. 

He heard the front door close and turned around to stare at the first arrival. A large grin formed once he recognized his wife. “Hello beloved. Do you want to set the table? This should be done soon. I sent the dinner is ready emoji to the family group chat. It’s weird the emoji is an eggplant. I added some to the salad since everyone seems to love eggplant these days. “

@ohhdarlings

The crackling of the police scanner he favored greeted her as she walked into the house, Connie wasn’t sure why he did this but she was too pleased to see him to really care. A wave of her hand and the door closed behind her and with another, a drawer opened and silverware flew across the room and set itself in the proper way. Seating for five - not six how it should be. The blonde laughed at his words, and came up behind him wrapping her arms around her husband and laying her head against his back. 

“Oh darling, have I told you how wonderful you are?” She sighed, then slipped under his arms so she was now standing in front of him. An eyebrow shot up at explanation of the strange emoji she’d seen in the group message just before arriving home. “But, I should tell you. I don’t think the kids use the eggplant emoji in the way you think.” Her lips pulled into a smirk and one hand slid softly from his back to fiddle with the button on his pants. Her other hand pulled his face down to meet hers. “It has nothing to do with dinner.” Connie laughed lightly again, and kissed him hard, hand on his waistband slipping just a bit further down.

The bell had started to ring and chaos fled as he dismissed the current class. He still had a couple hours until he was needed for the field test at the local hospital. Rich whistled as he walked behind a few last dashing students and leaned against the desk. “Excuse me. I think I’m going to need to see your hall pass for being so tart.” A sly grin across his lips as he lowered himself down further to press a quick kiss to her lips to stop any sort of retort right away.

They had discussed the happenings of the gala at length the night it happened. Because he was one to believe that they shouldn’t go to bed on a disturbed mind set. The last time they both did one of their boys had left home for the wrong reasons. “Here to bail me out? Want to grab some lunch? I just have to be at the hospital to observe in a few hours.” 

And so Constance walked to the university, soaking up the sunshine and the heat with grace, but throughly enjoying the chill of her husband’s classroom. She took a seat in the back row, and smiled when she saw him notice her. Connie loved to do this, sit in the back and listen to his brilliance and charm even though she barely understood what he was saying. HIs confidence and knowledge were so sexy, she felt the same thrill of lust she had years ago when she’d first walked into his office. 

She watched him walk towards her after the students rushed out, her smile growing. Before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her. Connie felt her heart flutter the way it always did, fuck she was so lucky. She held out her hand and he helped her to her feet, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked out the door. 

“Oh please Professor, don’t mark me off for being late, I’ll make it up to you in office hours.” She spoke with a playful smirk, low enough that no students still lingering could hear them. Their children would be absolutely mortified to see how affectionate and flirtatious their parents were being in public, but Connie never cared. “Yes, my love, please take me to lunch. The museum is so boring today and I missed you. Where should we go?”

The flickering of lights is what announces his arrival. A simple warning, none of the less, still a warning. Being cursed with an eternity, he’s adopted a voyeuristic vision. There’s something to be seen in things not meant to be. The loneliness of a bath, sweet secrets whispered among lovers, the tears muffled in the dark are his favorite films. He loves a front row seat into private moments, it’s how eternity has been bearable. Tonight, while his favorite senator is away, doing God knows what, Roman has found another to watch over for the night. 

“Aud? Are you home?”

Eyes flicker to her self infliction. Jameson supposes he should feel bad, he doesn’t. An apology does not even cross his mind. It’s a reminder that even perfect, precious Charliecan get too close to his flame, and walk away with a burn.

A snicker falls off his breath, he rubs his hands against his jaw. Charlotte doesn’t say yes toeverything. “You know me so well,” Jameson hums. She knows what he shows her, what he wants her to see. It’s patches of the truth, threaded in lies. She knows him as someone with a taste for power, with greedy hands who take what they please, and selfish intentions lie behind his lovely words. That’s not all she sees. He’s someone who cares for her, someone who has made her a home out of his. Someone who can keep her safe, when disaster strikes. But Charlotte also knows Jameson as not someone to be fucked with, not one for threats, he doesn’t react so well.

The honorable senator pays the driver his due. “Have a good night,” Jameson tells him while slipping out of the cab. He follows behind her, keeping himself close while his arms slither around her waist. Jameson makes sure she’s not going anywhere.

They reach his apartment. He opens the door. Blue eyes get a glimpse of the puzzle they’re about to embark on.

Her words steal his attention. Charlotte hardly brings her up in conversation, either of themreally. She is Mother in her phone, he is Judge. Strongly conservative, heavenly southern.  They are human, and Charlie isn’t. That’s all about Jameson knows of the Calhouns. “Would she now?”

Jameson heads to the liquor cabinet, and pulls down two pretty bottles. He fills a glass of bourbon for himself, fills rose in hers. “You don’t talk about her much,” he continues, while walking back to her, extending her cup to her. “You have even told me their names.”

He takes a seat upon the couch in the living room, trusts she’ll follow. “Color me, curious,” Jameson says after a while. A smirk rising on his lips. “Tell me about them.”

His arm snaked around her waist, palm pressed against her stomach in a new but not unwelcome way. She almost tried to resist the urge to lean back into in, but was unable to do so. He’d always been touchy, something Charlotte who generally hated being touched had to get used to. But this was new, this was more. 

The elevator sped up to the top floor, and she held on to every second of him close to her as if it were the last. He did not break the connection as the walked the hallways to his door, hand lingering on her hip as Jameson pulled out his keys and let them into his apartment. They broke finally at that moment, him heading off to get a drink, and Charlotte stood in the entry trying to steady her breath. 

Of course she’d messed up by even mentioning her mother, the people who raised her were scorched earth, nothing to be said about them other than disgust and neglect. But the blonde was not sober, and he was only making it worse by looking that good and handing her a glass of her favorite rose. 

“I don’t talk about them because they are horrible people,” she muttered, taking a large gulp of the wine before joining him on the couch. They were close enough to touch, the tulle from the skirt of her dress draped over his lap as she leaned forward and began to dig through the box of puzzle pieces. Charlotte did not want to talk about them, but she’d opened the door and the way his fingers lightly ran up and down her spine was making it difficult to remember why she was angry with him in the first place. 

“Her name is Elizabeth, he calls her Birdie. And his name is Stuart, but everyone just calls him Judge. He likes to say he’s descended from that John C. Calhoun, you know the super bigoted pro-slavery Vice President and according to JFK, as my father likes to remind us, one of the five greatest Senators of all time.” She took another large swig of her wine, nearly draining the glass. “They only liked the idea of having a child, not the actual child. She did whatever he said, and he was cruel to her, so she took it out on me by controlling every single thing I did. I was never good enough for them.” 

“I think,” Charlotte spoke with almost a harsh laugh this time, “They might have been afraid of me sometimes. I ruined all of the windows in the entire house when I was ten. But can we not talk about them anymore? Please?” 

“I uh… forgot some of my books.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to know if I could go in and get them?”

“Hi Adan” She was glad to see that he looked well, not too damaged. That was cruel of her to think, he had a reason and she just had to put her foot down. “Of course,” she waved her hand and the air in front of him quivered slightly. “Please come in, are you doing well?” 

Connie -> Caitlin: you did not decide to break up with atlas within the past 24 hours so….

Connie -> Caitlin: Yes, is this something the reason you are voiceless? 

Caitlin ✉️Constance: Yeah, okay, fair. 

Caitlin ✉️Constance: Maybe. 

Caitlin ✉️Constance: Yes. 

Connie -> Caitlin: I wasn’t going to ask, but I appreciate it. You know I like to have a bit of heads up before hiding a body <3

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