The mirror had been the first thing Vito had spotted upon entering his room- as always. It seemed to taunt him, and welcome him at the same time; come Vito, have you managed to keep your appearance perfected tonight? Vito felt his throat become rather dry as he paused in the doorway, gazing over at the mirror on the other side of the bedroom. He needed the wine he was holding loosely in both hands, that much was obvious to him.
When thoughts were bothersome, they had to be destroyed altogether.
Vito continued into the room, tossing his hair away from his face with a swift movement of his head, unable to run his fingers through his hair and comb it backwards, due to the glass bottles of alcohol. He dropped one of the bottles down on his bed, which had been made expertly, dressed in silk bedding, and took his place in front of the rectangular reflective glass.
“Your king of the world. King. King of the world…. King,” Vito’s lips moved slowly, though he was sure that he had not commanded his tongue to produce such words- they were true, sure, but he really shouldn’t have needed to reassure himself of this. Vito turned in a full circle in front of the mirror, his eyes never leaving his reflection; nothing seemed out of place. His figure was slim but well-built enough, his clothing was just as it had been when he had dressed for the party earlier that evening, his dark brown hair was away from his face, but was trimmed at the perfect length-
“Lovely,” Vito spoke, approving of himself- yes, he was happy with what he saw, and it only boosted his ego further, making him feel as if he had already gotten himself high and drunk, without touching a single cigarette or swallowing a drop of alcohol. It was a wonderful feeling.
"Ah, the great migration..." Vito wasn’t startled when she spoke, he was, however, slightly surprised to hear Jack’s voice behind him; he supposed some part of him hadn’t been able to let go of the idea of her walking out of the door of Satin’s and never looking back- which wouldn’t have been an improvement, nor a problem.
Laughter, it escaped Vito’s full lips despite his disapproval towards his laugh. It wasn’t that it sounded odd, or goofy- it just wasn’t a part of his little ‘mystery man’ act. He didn’t seem to dwell on this for much time at all, however, for he was far too interested in the mirror he stood before. He could see her standing behind him, not too far away from where he stood. She reflected off of the glass like he did, and the first thing his eyes had picked up on, were her eyes; they held that same glint of mischievousness that his did.
They had both accepted- or had come to an understanding, more like it- that they were quite alike, the two of them, but it still startled Vito sometimes when he saw proof of it, right there before him. “I feel more important being above all of them,” he admitted, though conversation didn’t really matter to him at the time; he was really only interested in drowning himself with alcohol, and watching Jack do the same. If they were so similar, he saw no reason for them not to break down in a similar way.
Vito reached forward, running a finger along one of the breaks that were still visible in the mirror’s glass, tracing the imperfection, “You’ll never guess who did this to my mirror,” he stated with a smirk, though he had no intentions of telling her who had, in fact, shattered his mirror; his goal was not to anger Jack, it was to treat her as an equal, build her hopes up, and then shatter her as the glass of his mirror had shattered when Chase Moor had been there last.
“Would you do the honors of opening the first bottle?” Vito asked, flicking an eyebrow upward; it seemed he was always daring Jack to do something, egging her on- but then again, that was one of the things their relationship depended upon. “That is, if you even know how.”