Lara Jean Chorostecki by Shaun Benson

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Lara Jean Chorostecki by Shaun Benson
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"Ah, you really are cute when you’re concentrating. You get this small crease right…" He examined the woman’s face before poking a spot in her forehead, “Here. And, your eyebrows scrunch together and you have that small upturn of your lips along here…”
He felt her freeze and was contemplating on pulling away but soon enough, Viktor felt her relax and her fingers stumble around to find his. Viktor intertwined their fingers while rubbing his thumb in circles to soothe her. Not that he too, could stop his quick heart.
He grinned into the kiss, parting her lips gently and hesitated slightly, unsure if Anabelle wanted to continue. Well, if they reached this far. Viktor took his chances and began to explore her mouth, something so pleasing about the combination of her taste on his tongue and when their lips would delicately brush every second.
When was the last time she kissed someone?
Years, probably. She was undesirable to most men, even with her position as mayor. Or maybe that was the reason. But what did that matter now, with the one she cared for most right beside her. His thumbs massaging the back of her hands as if to calm the both of them, his weight leaning to her, and she doing it back as the kiss deepened, their noses brushing each other's cheeks...
She pulled back enough so she could see his face, her hands still in his. Her face was probably blushing, but she refused to avoid eye contact. She loved to look at his eyes.
The eyes were the window to the soul after all.
{Meet Again} Viktor : Anabelle
He scratched his head. "I guess luck is just not on our side." No, it’ll always be difficult. Him, as a traveling mercenary, requires him to jump from place to place without any permanent attachment. Anabelle however, she had to stay. For the state. For the people.
He felt his heart lighten when she mentioned the plans. “Tomorrow afternoon? Heh, sounds good.” Viktor enjoyed any time he had with Anabelle and he appreciated anything that he was given. No matter how small.
"Sounds perfect." She looked up at him with a coy smile. The way he looked at her when she mentioned her availability was priceless. His eyes light up, a smile tugged on his lips, and he leaned forward eagerly, as if he could jump through time to their next meeting.
Anabelle was almost lost in his eyes when the waiter came not only with her food, but multiple plates for Viktor. She sniffled a laugh as she reached out for hers, and watched as the waiter laid down the multitude of dishes.
“Insane isn’t really black or white, is it? We’re all pathological in our own way.”
I’ve interviewed enough killers to know one when I see one.
Spin the Bottle
6. Propose to yours
Anabelle thought of herself as awfully plain. If not plain, very ordinary. If she was not the daughter of the Muse mayor, she’d be practically ignored by everybody. It wasn’t as if she was particularly beautiful or smart or clever; she was just good enough.
She wasn’t used to attention, she wasn’t used to being seen as something great, so it made her uneasy when Viktor would ask her how her day was and it wouldn’t matter what she would say because he’d just look at her with that faraway look as if she was the world’s greatest gift.
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When ever Viktor or anyone calls Nanami a tomboy whether it's teasing or an insult, I bet Ana has this very disappointed and protective face because she went through the same thing and she never liked it.
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"Ah, you really are cute when you’re concentrating. You get this small crease right…" He examined the woman’s face before poking a spot in her forehead, “Here. And, your eyebrows scrunch together and you have that small upturn of your lips along here…”
He saw her eyes trail down and Viktor subconsciously bit his lips when he saw appreciation in those brown eyes of hers. Something about his words made his heart beat a bit faster as if he had been running. It was okay though. He’d run forever for her.
"Heh, thanks. Ah…I…don’t really care about my looks honestly, but…from you, it matters. So, thanks." He answered sheepishly, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Her eyes were still closed…could he…Viktor wiped his hands on his pants, already clammy from nerves. His mind was screaming at him to not mess up as he slowly leaned in, trying not to think of how he could smell her perfume or how her lashes were just brushing on top of her cheeks.
It was delicate and gentle as if she was porcelain, his lips just overlapping hers just like two petals from a blossom tree. Soft, maybe even softer than he would’ve thought, and he too, closed his eyes to just savor the moment.
His lips were softer than she'd imagined...
Before she even realized what he was doing, she found her lips pursing against his. Her eyes shot open a second later in surprise and panic, her lips tensing under his. What was she doing, she couldn't just go around kissing people, what about their friendship, what about her reputation as mayor, what about--
Anabelle's thoughts dwindled as she found closed her eyes once more and reached over to find Viktor's hand. She melted into the kiss, her lips against his, her heart pounding as if it were to explode.
Dammit. What is he doing to me?
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{Meet Again} Viktor : Anabelle
"Ah, just wondering if you had time to y’know…if we can do this again." He proposed, suddenly feeling a bit shyer than he usually was. Viktor tried to play it off, the words stretching his lips into a smile. “It’s just that, you’re so busy, with being the mayor and all, I just thought it’d be nice if you had a day to relax…and…yeah. You’re busy though and - “
Where were all those words he had before? He fumbled for a few moments, trying to piece a sentence together but nothing came to mind. Flustered, he stammered out, "I just - I just miss this a lot, okay? Just the two of us - talking. Like old times. Don’t you? Miss this, I mean."
Anabelle couldn't help but feel the corners of her lips tug into a smile as Viktor stammered out a reply. He really was so genuine.
She smiled as she cast her gaze away from him. "I do miss this. I'm just so busy and you're almost always away." I'm afraid you won't ever come back... "The timing is always never right."
"After my meeting tomorrow morning. My afternoon is yours, how about that?"
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"Ah, you really are cute when you’re concentrating. You get this small crease right…" He examined the woman’s face before poking a spot in her forehead, “Here. And, your eyebrows scrunch together and you have that small upturn of your lips along here…”
"Heh, the pleasure’s all mine." Anabelle had this subtle look to her, she wasn’t beautiful, she wasn’t cute, but she was honest and raw and so real that Viktor couldn’t help admire and maybe love at the same time.
"I say nothing but the truth by the way so you have to believe it!"
"I believe you. You had never lied to me, Viktor."
She smiled at the man she adored. She was positive he knew about her adoration of him. Anabelle was absolutely horrible when it came to lying about her love life. She could mask any emotion except...when it came down to Viktor...
"Well in that case, your eyes are lovely and they have small smile crinkles on the sides. And..." Her eyes trailed down to his lips and she closed them with a smile.
"Well, I think in general, you are very handsome."
Lara Jean Chorostecki for Toro Magazine (x)
Make Me Choose: anonymous asked: Freddie Lounds or Bedelia du Maurier
"I appreciate the pageantry, Agent Crawford, but you can’t arrest me for writing an article."
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"Ah, you really are cute when you’re concentrating. You get this small crease right…" He examined the woman’s face before poking a spot in her forehead, “Here. And, your eyebrows scrunch together and you have that small upturn of your lips along here…”
"Well someone's extra cheeky today." She laughed before she got poked between the eyebrows and looked up at his finger and frowned. She had to admit, it was rare she got comments on her look at all let alone compliments. She could just hear her father say, You have to be more lady like...
"...Thank you, Viktor."