Oswald Cobblepot - Blog Posts
"I think, if we work together we can make a great pair!" He exclaimed. Glitter in his eyes. That tension on the verge of breaking point so unique to his manipulative personality. And beneath that vaneer of false bravado and egomaniacal self superiority lay something deeper.
Insecurity.
His just shone that much brighter.
Fractions in Rain
It didn’t matter what was being said anymore.
He’d stopped listening a long time ago. Instead, his attention was being held by the street lamp outside the sitting room window. As it stood on the sidewalk below the restored Victorian era townhouse he’d been renting. Its metal shade had an enchanting way of dispersing the pouring rain in a perfect arc as it sheeted down in cold passes that angled slightly with the bluster of the wind. The lamp’s light caught in a shimmering halo of electric beauty that made every droplet appear a perfect gem against the backdrop of the early evening.
He didn’t relish the idea of going out in the rain.
Even so, those eyes looked back at him, reflected against the pane of glass. Catching a smile that wasn’t his. His hands refuting a tremor as he worked on thin emerald leather gloves.
Her last words revolving in the back of his mind; unsilenced by the bottle of Merlot he had swallowed in hopes of dulling the articulation of his conscience. Numbers, patterns, concussive poetry of impossible questions.
The weight of the flick knife in his coat pocket was reassuring.
It was going to cost him dearly, facing down Greek gods in the midst of a storm.
He’d make her watch, reflected in an antique mirror.
So as she might remember him.
So that he might remember himself.
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i mean the mayor got to listen to his vice right
u guys know that oswald stare he does when he knows he's gonna have the upper hand? i love that stare
