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#( dynamic. / && bullet and robert sullivan. )
lostsullivans · 4 years
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THE TIES THAT BIND...
          He lights a cigarette that he doesn’t intend on finishing, just to give the illusion that he’s older, wiser, than he’s ever given credit for. All of seventeen, he’s watched out for himself for so long now that he doesn’t know what being looked after means anymore, and he knows, deep down, Bullet feels the same.
That, of course, doesn’t mean that he’ll allow them to meet at that level. The girl needs to know he still has the power. The moment that illusion’s gone, she’ll stop listening to him, and he can’t have that. She’s been an asset beyond his expectations, though he’s always treated her like a burden.
"So this… This shit with Pops… Do ya think it’s genuine?” Bullet asks as he draws from the cigarette. They’ve sat in silence long enough.
“I’d like to think so, but he’s a politician, and above that, a Sullivan. That’s two versions of a liar. Just because he’s successful, doesn’t mean he’s any different than the rest of us.”
She clams up again and looks away. He realizes then that she actually bought into the fairy tale their grandfather spun for them.
“Yeah, but… Maybe he’s finally doin’ the right thing. Maybe he’s steppin’ up where everyone else in our lives has folded.” He doesn’t like her tone and though she can’t see, he narrows his eyes at her. “We’re supposed to look out for each other, Frankie. That’s what family does.”
He exhales the smoke polluting his lungs and shakes his head. He doesn’t even have it in him to laugh at her naivety.
“Not this family.”
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lostsullivans · 4 years
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connection / dynamic tags i forgot
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