President Fitz Grant

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. {Scandal RP/ AU/ 18+} #Beasty

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ never was.}

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ obvious that no words can comfort her. So I take my leave, the most powerful man in the world crushed by a child that ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ whips around me like a whirlwind. What more can I say? I’m sorry? I’m here for you? I love you? It is painfully ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ me. My breath catches in my throat, and I force my features to remain neutral, despite the plethora of emotions that ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ just go, Fitz.” There are sparks of anger in her tired voice, but I cannot decipher whether the rage is directed at ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ she recoils from my touch. Her bottom lip is quivering, only slightly, but visibly; she is trying not to cry. “Please ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ instinctively step towards her, whispering her name as if to console her. She shakes her head, holding up a hand as ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ it all up for a chance at a life with her. An emotion dangerously close to despair plagues her features and I ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ relief, but I feel no happiness, only melancholy. In truth, I care very little for my presidency; I would gladly give ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator {Her words take a moment to sink in. There is no baby. She is not pregnant. Your presidency is safe. I expel a sigh of ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ result. She does not move, nor speak, nor seem to breathe for a long while.}

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ have no idea what any of it means, but she snatches it from the table, her body rife with tension as she deciphers the ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ with a raised brow. I am about to explain myself, when the lines through the little window on the test catch my eye. I ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ tick by at an excruciatingly slow pace. At least my life isn’t boring. I scoff, loud enough for her to gaze up at me ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ into my embrace, as if convinced that my arms will protect her from the imminent storm. We say nothing, and 90 seconds ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ away from it, and turn my attention to her, patting the spot on the couch beside me. She does not hesitate in slipping ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ re-emerges a few moments later, setting the test down on the coffee table in front of me. I unintentionally recoil ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ and I wander across the room, and flop unceremoniously onto the couch, a heavy sigh parting from my lips. She ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator ~ glass of scotch down my throat to rid the taste. I consider pouring another glass, but reason gets the better of me, ~

[President Fitz Grant @PotentLionheart]

.@AstuteGladiator {I feel genuinely sick as she disappears silently into the bathroom, bile rises in my throat and I quickly throw the ~