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Markus had not removed his gaze from his oldest child. Their hardended gazes towards one another were quite tense and cold. Ransom clenched his jaw, not breaking the eye contact until Markus had. He remained still, maintaing his composure. Had nobody else been there - especially his wife - Ransom would have blown up in his face to try and make some sort of point. He hated how easily Markus seemingly humiliated him, even if this was something for the better good. The thought made Ransom feel like he only had a singular purpose - please Markus Castello, leader of The Red Mafia. Perhaps that was just it seeing as his siblings had yet to make any sort of step towards bettering the families. The thought made Ransom want to scream and run his head through a wall, but here he stood - silent and still, just like his father had always wanted.
Before Markus could fully move away, Ransom continued to coldly eye him. As he want to step, Ransom grasped his father's forearm with a strong hand, his knuckles and fingertips slightly turning white from the strong grip. He barely inclined his head. "If you ever talk to me like that again in front of my wife, it will be you who has a hit on him," Ransom had finally shot back, his words laced with a cold venom. Mikayla watched from afar, eyeing her two boys and then looked to Lorelai. She shook her head. This was complete nonesense to her. She understood that what was happening here between Ransom and Lorelai was only pure acceptance to please the parents, but she knew deep down this would run further between Ransom and Markus as everything always had.
Markus didn't say anything. He knew that Ransom most likely wasn't just making a threat - but rather a promise. Even if Lorelai despised Ransom, he would still protect her and ensure that nothing happened to her. While the words were obviously meant for Ransom, anything that happened to him could potentially affect or happen to her, and Ransom couldn't allow that. Not while some sort of dinner was being set up in enemy territory.
Markus tore his arm away, looking his son up and down. He gave a bit of a frown of what Ransom could gather was disappointment and anger before walking away, not saying a singular thing. Mikayla gathered herself and gave something of a sympathetic look to the pair before watching as Lorelai's parents departed after interating with her. Mikayla placed a hand on Ransom's shoulder, gently brushing him before turning towards him.
"You make calls like that to your father and it will not end well." Mikayla didn't say anything else - her voice was genuine and monotone. Ransom looked down and away, not saying anything else. He heard the heavy doors close behind everyone, leaving himself and Lorelai in the open space alone together. He thought this was the only time they had been near each other this whole week - maybe even month - and it felt as though this was how it was meant to be. Ransom still managed to find some sort of comfort in her even if their interactions were very minimal. He saw a potential, but one that she had declined over and over again. Ransom would never say that he loved her - their connection would never run that deep spiritually and let alone romantically - but he did care for her. The two families had been close for quite some time. He knew his doings in the past were wrong and questionable, especially now considering their circumstance.
The silence had been defeaning. Ransom gently tapped the table with a finger, thinking to himself quietly. He knew the trust that they eached longed from one another would never be fulfilled in a way that was completed, but he knew that he still had time to prove himself. He had a very apparent frown on his face, his eyes glossy. Ransom was never the type to be super emotional, but the idea of causing more hurt to Lorelai than he had already caused made him feel angry. He was granted the gift of taking care of someone, and even if she felt like a prisoner with him, he would still try his best to do such a thing.
Ransom's thoughts were disturbed when he heard three words.
Are you alright?
Her tone was quiet and soft and Ransom could almost consider it real. Like she was asking because she cared as much as him. Ransom nodded, bringing a hand up to his face and rubbing it slightly before he fully looked at her. He held eye contact for a moment. "Yes," he finally said, a long sigh leaving his mouth like he had been holding his breath the entire interaction between Markus and her. While his face would obviously say otherwise and counter his answer, Ransom didn't dare try to explain himself to her. Their emotional values were not a part of this marriage - this was all for show and for the bettering for two families who wanted more. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Lorelai Sterling Salvatore (Castello) ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Lorelai certainly understood far better than anyone what it felt like to have the weight of an entire mafia heritage on their shoulders, forced to inherit and rule something that one may have never wanted in the first place. Even if she was more sheltered than most that eventually came to rule the world they lived in today, she was more than aware of the bloodshed, the crime, and all of the efforts made just to keep the show on its wheels. That was potentially a reason why she felt herself soften a mere fraction as she quietly observed the interactions between the Castellos. She knew better than to speak up since she was, in a way, certainly not even worthy of contemplating saying something against them; perhaps in a year or two of being wed to Ransom, then it would be her place to do so with no worry or regret whatsoever. She let out a breath she had been unaware of that she had been holding, her gaze traveling from Markus to Ransom before his words struck her as if it were a stake to the heart. Lorelai understood just how risky it was to speak back, even if it were her doing the same to her own father; one word would be enough for them to revoke the inheritance- to simply ensure that their lives were even worse than a living hell. She knew Ransom`s gesture was for show, but still.. it had done something to her on an emotional level. Despite everything, Lorelai still saw the reflection of the teenage boy she used to spend most of her days with. The boy that was her only friend and could care less that they were both from rival families at the time; it was ironic that all of the big, influential families involved in this type of society always sent their children to the same places, as if they wanted them to start tearing each other apart at the earliest age possible. She remembered how they would rest beneath the shade of a tree beside the lake, gossiping about whatever children gossiped about. Regardless, it scared her a little that she still clung to those moments even when Ransom had hurt her so thoroughly and unforgivingly a few years ago. It was still fresh, so fresh that even now she felt uneasy sharing a room with him. Her thoughts were interrupted when she observed his father and mother leave the dining room, a brief frown flashing across her face. Even with the marriage in place, it was clear that things still were tense and uncertain in both their family`s worlds; the Salvatores wanted more power while the Castellos seemed to want more influence and more light shed on their name. A small huff of disbelief escaped her when she looked over at Ransom, looking over his expression. Anyone could tell that he was disturbed and upset in some way, but she honestly knew better than to push him; she had been so insistent on pushing him away anyways, so why was she genuinely concerned now? God, it was certainly because of the fact that he had protected her in a way.. right? She sighed as she outstretched one of her hands to rest it gently on the finger he was tapping on the table, wanting to still the anxious movement. As soon as he paused, she lifted her hand as if it had never been there and glanced around the room for a moment. ``You`re not okay.. I can tell,`` Lorelai began quietly, her voice conveying just how unsure and hesitant she was at that moment. She folded her arms across her chest as if she were cold, but it was a self-reassuring gesture if anything. Her eyes eventually landed on his face again, a little gentle but not gentle enough that one would look at them and presume they really were husband and wife. ``If you need it- really need it- I`m here.`` There was a pause as she looked away again, lowering her arms as if in defeat. Lorelai was not looking forward to the dinner at The Hummnigbird, knowing exactly what could potentially unfold there. Places that did not belong to either of their families were dangerous, so dangerous that she wouldn`t be surprised if some kind of fight broke out even before they got there. The Castellos and Salvatores were always considered the most civil and tame in public spaces compared to the other families; they were more like predators too impatient to wait before sinking their teeth into their prey. She spoke up again, her voice almost quieter, ``We`ll survive the dinner. It shouldn`t be too bad and.. I`ll do my part.`` |
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