aluthor.
❝ i don’t blame you for your caution. ❞ glass in hand, lowest finger tracing its base’s features – tapping, a slow and thinking movement. ❝ i wouldn’t expect you to understand. ❞ and he didn’t. neglecting any mention of its venom, his statement was his truth. a lowly junior senator knew nothing of his greater cause – a silver tongue was in order. that, or something rather vulgar. ❝ do you know why détente failed, senator? soviets never change. ❞ ━ @senfinch.
❝ YOU SEE, MR. LUTHOR. i’ve noticed it all. your intricate patterns of referencing, the historical ones -- hell, even the philosophical ones. and i don’t intend on making anything particularly personal, so allow me to put it in a way you might understand, ❞ there’s an almost condescending fall in her voice, her tone more hushed.
❝ you’re looking at the wrong cues. your own ‘precaution’ is awfully reminiscent of former prejudices the nation has undergone. the johnson-reed act. sacco and vanzetti. none of these biases end well, mr. luthor. ❞ and it’s that look that washes over his face -- that of a child who has lost all fondness & is only left with bitter resentment, that always provokes her. ❝ so i kindly suggest you take your aimless ambitions elsewhere because none of those horseshit tirades you go off on will change my verdict. ❞
