perro ladrador, poco mordedor. pierre/val
Aug 29, 2020 0:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 0:29:31 GMT -5
Valentino had a fondness to those with tenure.
It took a certain amount of tenacity to lead people anywhere near as long as Talon had managed to. Twenty Five years and in her leave, nobody looked near as attractive a partner. He hung up the phone call with Shiv slightly disappointed, merely because it hadn't been her. Valentino missed his chance five years ago, mourning Violetta in a way almost too human for the Salazars.
Perhaps his biggest regret. Not losing his daughter, but being so caught up in it. It cost him so much time, and success, over something he could never rectify, and so he moved on. Just as most fathers do. It's something he can't help but think of when he goes down the list -- Izar, Laws, Salazar, Hope, some mothers as well. So many connections he hadn't made five years ago, it felt lonelier without Leia or Talon.
Hell, even without Marina in the room.
She had begun to hold him tighter on stage, clenching her fingers in between his in a way that he hadn't felt in two decades. There was a real passion somewhere beneath fancy skins, and he wondered if it were just the phone in his hand all along. Marina was attracted to power, and here he was.
On the phone with, "Pierre Hope?"
A man he hadn't talked to in over five years. He and Hope had exchanged words back in the early elections of the eightieth, and he tried to recall any big promises he might have overshared. Cold feet and big barks, and yet here he is, finally. "Long time no see, it's Valentino Salazar." He says, dastardly and gleefully, nothing brings him more pleasure than tacking on that "the upcoming mayor of district seven," on the end of it.
"It'd be my pleasure to get to work with you this term," he says, almost as an apology for leaving Seven in the hands of Sayer. "That said, if you need any support getting re-elected in eight, don't be afraid to ask."
