the moon's beautiful, isn't it?
synopsis : "The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?", a famous, indirect way to say "I love you"
cw : fluff, yearning, a lot of poetic waxing i'm not sorry, not proof read, 1k≈ wc
a/n : this is for the anon who requested "Could we get some Valko yearning for mc 🥀". thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)◜
the kind of love valko has for you goes beyond a spoken "I love you".
a few months ago, you had jokingly asked if the way valko loves you is akin to puppy love. to you, it just sounded funny in the way that he's a wolf who is very, very in love with you. and well, you learned that valko hates that term. so much so that he gave you an almost thirty minute long lecture on how 'inaccurate' the term is.
"....people like to say it since it sounds all cute, but it's really not. it's something that comes from immediate infatuation rather than genuine connection- ," honestly, you only picked up on a couple of the words he was saying. it's hard to concentrate when he's pacing the living room, glasses pushed up his face, eyebrows scrunches up in the way it does when he's concentrating on his work.
"okay then," you interrupt his little ramble, reaching out a hand. he stops immediately, meeting you in the middle and melting in your arms while you both lay down on the couch. "if not 'puppy love', then how would you describe this? or well, us?"
he's silent for a moment. you can feel his breathing evening out while he's laying on your chest. you wanted to say that you were only being silly, that you know what he feels is much more than that-
"it's the way I look for you in every space. not just when I know you're not around I hoped you were," his hands trace shapes along your arm, but you can tell he means every words he saying. "It's like.. I'd be walking home and hope to see you when I turn the corner. I could be shopping and see something that's your favorite color and think of you. Even when we're both at home, there isn't a moment when you're not in my line of sight that I wonder where you are"
when he looks up at you, his eyes a mirror of the truth the his soul holds, is when you remember to breath. because no matter the worries you had, or the insecurities you hold, the weight in your heart lightens knowing that valko truly means what he says.
while he holds you in this moment, watching with amusement seeing you process what he just unloaded, valko realizes that, in all the best ways, he has always been utterly gone for you.
it's in the small things. your interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes- these are things that are stored within a permanent folder in his mind. its unconscious for the most part, but if it's brought up in conversation?
"oh, my partner loves that show too." "angel, that's the store you wanted to visit right?" "hey where'd you get that jacket? my love has been wanting something like that for a while now"
it's in the way that nothing can compare to your scent. you've teased him about it, saying that he talks like he's got a nose of a bloodhound. and.. he sorta does.
he could be hosting a meeting, doing a press release, leading a workshop at his company, and without fail he could tell if you walked into the room or not. you've tried testing this claim of his, one day buying a fragrance that is nothing like your usual one. yet when you try to sneak away behind him, his back turned to you, his hand reaches out to pull you into his side regardless. later that day at home he explained that you could try all you wanted- different soap, a new shampoo, yet the result would still be the same.
"I know you and your scent anywhere. it doesn't matter what you layer it with. it's just you. and it's my favorite thing in the world."
he shows his love through the silence too. there's never a moment with him that feels like you need to say anything to fill space. you both would be working on separate projects in the opposite side of the room, but the space is filled with the mutual understanding of I'm here. We're doing our own things, but I'm here if you want to take a break, get some fresh air, anything. I'm here with you.
it's in the way he always finds a way to touch you without it being suffocating. in a crowded street his hand always finds the small of your back. during movie nights he loves nothing more then when you throw your legs over his lap. during corporate galas, valko holds you close in a way that shows you're here with him, and not just for him. even on those rough nights, when you're both sleeping with your backs facing each other, the tip of his tail just grazes your side. a silent peace and apology of vulnerabilty all in one.
one late night, when neither of you could sleep, he asked if you wanted to get some fresh air. a quite content filled drive later, he's brought you to the edge of the city. it's far enough where the building lights sparkles underneath you, but dark enough where you can makeout the stars in the sky.
he's pointing out different constellations, saying how during this time of year certain stars seem closer, when you see the moon.
"Val, look. it's a full moon tonight. pretty, isn't it?"
he watches how the moonlight shines in your eyes. illuminating the face of the soul he loves so dearly. valko doesn't remember how the moon looked like that night, because his sights were set on something he held in his heart dearly.
