Maybe it’s the toxic evil vizier Mollie in me but I love the idea of like, playing the role of “Lady Macbeth” as a sort of semi-toxic hype-man for a Virago partner? Being the voice in their ear encouraging them to take what they want in that way they’ve been denied for so long. I did not choose a fool for a partner, after all. They are so clearly the smartest, the most capable, the most driven; the most deserving in every way. Others must be deluded to not see what my eyes see, but together we will show them...
It’s only natural then that I lean in with hushed tones, conspiring with my dear partner for their success, to hell with the ethics of it. “We both know you are the smartest person in that room, the hardest working; you deserve that promotion more than any of the rest of them. Show them why they would be fools to overlook you! Claim what you deserve!”
There’s just something so cathartic about giving voice to that anger we both feel about the injustice of a heteronormative world. Channeling that anger that sits under the surface burning away without a release, and giving it one at long last. “Let that fire cleanse you of your doubt! Let your anger burn away the babbling of sexblinded fools! They fear you because they see how categorically you outclass them! Make them rue their spite.”
But that anger wouldn’t be inflamed blindly. It’s precise. Planned.
Going out clothes shopping with them; “this suit accentuates your shoulders, but choose a darker color. We want your presence to make them falter before you even speak.”
Studying their opponents, maybe using a little subterfuge if needed; “I overheard that one in the red has been filing his reports incorrectly for the last three months, if he speaks against you, shred his credibility with his own failures.”
Lovingly stroking their ego; “They respect your confidence, my love. When you take charge people trust you, they can sense your capability; the thought you put into your actions, the care you take when dealing with others. All the markings of a good leader...” Prideful words whispered lovingly. Nothing untrue, of course, but trimmed of any unwarranted humility or doubt. Those self-sabotaging nitpicks are nothing but the remnants of others’ ignorance, unworthy of consideration.
And finally, at long last when their hard work and dedication pays off; when they finally claim that position they’ve been wanting for so long… Not a single soul could fail to see who belongs in that chair. And oh how proud I would be to sit beside them. To see them flourish, crowned and resplendent. A good consort loves to see his king stand tall, and I am far better than “good.” The best only deserve the best, after all.
