luigi largo   //   smartest   &   the toughest !

           GET  A  FUCKING  GRIP !   he’s shaking, muscles taut beneath heavily - scarred skin.  he casts but a brief glance at Mag as she approaches, embarrassment lighting his cheeks like wildfire ;  of all the people to witness his temporary lapse in control, why’d it have to be her?  lips are parted by a quick swipe of his tongue before teeth dig into his lower lip, gnawing, willing the pink flesh to break and spill forth a bit of blood to  even the score?  hopefully snap him back into reality.  

         she’s seen him at his worst, and less often  –  if it truly even exists  –  his best, for the past sixteen years.  violent outbursts weren’t uncommon for the eldest Largo, but so rarely do they shake him so thoroughly ;  strong fingers flinch and tremble as he snatches the shirt from her grasp, chest shuddering with ragged, uneven breaths.  

         ❛   s - stupid  fucker  couldn’t keep his  goddamn  hands  to his fuckin’  self  —– ❜

       EYES TAKE A FLEETING GLANCE AT THE ELDEST LARGO before focusing her attention elsewhere, taking note of his suddenly quaking form. while the soprano was used to seeing the fits of rage that tended arise without much warning, she has never seen the man quite so distressed from an ‘ incident ‘   ——   not like this. pearly whites would sink into her own lip, carefully pondering what her next action should be. despite his famed anger, the singer knew that luigi largo would not DARE lay a hand on her. still, it didn’t mean she would purposefully seek to upset him further. mag may have her own opinions on the largos, but even she was incapable of malice, even when justified. besides, rotti largo would NEVER be the one to console his children for any situation. while she wasn’t quite too fond of the idea, someone needed to be there for them. it just seemed sad that the responsibility would befall on her.

       “   LUIGI PLEASE.   “ her tone is soft like a quiet symphony, eyes flashing a brief azure light as she finally raises her head to meet his gaze. there was no sign of judgement on her face, nor disappointment. that was not what he needed at this time. instead, she would merely try to listen, knowing that was the best way to help ease his temper. “   try to breathe. what’s done is done. focus on making yourself presentable again.   “ wine stained lips would curve into a small smile. it was FORCED no doubt, but the eldest largo didn’t need to know that. “   you shouldn’t always have to harm another person when they do something to upset you, luigi. you’re going to FRIGHTEN all your assistants away if you continue on like this.   “