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๐, fuchsia hair covering facial features as her brain tick away in analysis. ย she could tell, what is going through his mind right that instant ; a garden of contradictions. ( from one extreme to the next!! ) feels the spasms in his biceps as he holds her. ย tight. ย does he squeeze her out like a ๐ฎ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ป ๐บ๐ฌ๐น๐ท๐ฌ๐ต๐ป until every atom of oxygen leaves her body? ย or hold her like she were ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ with gentler ministrations? ย in the eye of the ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, of his sentiments, the single most notion v has in her favor is the irrefutable fact that ( in his heart of hearts ) viktor would never turn her away ย โโย o bless his beautiful spirit. ย
from a reasonable, rational school of thought & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ; viktor is stability, calm waters. ย crisp air in the dawn after it rains with a taste of ๐ท๐ฌ๐ป๐น๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐น on your tongue. ย & she? ย sheโs chaos. ย like a gale engulfing an entire shore, or a volcano turning the entire sky black. ( where poetry, the art, is in the screaming, in dying. ) ย & continues to bring that ๐๐๐๐๐๐ to his doorstep. ย
you could show me the door & end it right nowโฆย
quiet. ย so quiet one could, if it occurred, hear a ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ drop. he has her rapt attention in the drawback where he peels his slick, black & reinforced wayfarer shades from his face. ย ๐จ๐น๐ช๐ป๐ฐ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฌ with speckles of teal & seafoam. ย so piercing. ย intense. ย the first incision makes her heart rattle inside the cage of bones. ย red capillaries rushing in at a rapid rate to translate ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
. ย still, mustering the very last iota of dignity sheโs left ( & the decency ) to reciprocate the gaze. ย reflective, violet eyes becoming a shade of ๐๐๐๐ as sheโs guided away from the gate.
โ โโiโฆ โ pauses, powdered eyes lower & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ her pride ( because sheโs wanted to swell up & argue ), nods slowly, ย โย not my intention going forward.ย promise.ย i guess i just didnโt want to always lean on you for every single bump & bruise. ย figured you finally got tired of me.ย after our last conversation, โ
as a calming mechanism, she tugs on his ๐ฉ๐น๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ด, shoulders. ย laces exposed skin with touches, a slow process. ย like sheโd always imagined she would.
โย if you havenโt already noticed,ย iโm crazy about you, you gonk. โ
โฆbut something tells me you want to see what will happen.ย
ย ย ย WHEN YOU STAND IN THE EYE OF THE STORM, the storm will eventually lay its eyes on you. When you gaze into the abyss long enough, the abyss will gaze into you. She has the most fascinating eyes, HIS ABYSS โ violet, with a neon outline of the Kiroshis installed by his hand. Impossible to look away, impossible to believe the words she utters โ he thought it was the most obvious thing in the world, the way heโs always ACHED for her. How heโd offer her a hand, any time, day or night, until the end of time, as long as she needs it.ย
ย ย ย Heart on his sleeve, ripped at every edge, an open wound that might never stop BLEEDINGย โ some things donโt need saying. Some things are better reflected in the eyes than they are in words โ Viktor was never good at this, emotional stuff, TALKING. His approach is pragmatic, purely practical โย
ย ย ย ย ย ย Iโve got nothing to say, just tell me what to do.ย
ย ย ย A SMILE tugging at the corners of his lips, thumb brushing gently over hers โ he almost shakes his head in chiding, well-deserved, too.ย โ Weโll have to check your Kiroshis. With tech like that, how can you be so BLIND?ย โย
ย ย ย The day he realizes heโs tired of her would be the day the Earth stops turning. The helpless exhaustion tormenting him that day, upon seeing her like that โ part of his PRAGMATISM. Push her over the edge. Renounce his last hopes of saving her. SAY GOODBYE to avoid saying SORRY. Tired of her torment, tired of his own useless stupor, but never of her.
ย ย ย โ If you fall, Iโll be there to catch you.ย โย But he cannot always HOLD HER long enough to break the fall. Thatโs the point. Thatโs the reason behind his reluctance, his QUALM. Her touch burns under his skin โ every exposed inch her fingers trace. Heโs noticed. Both to his relief and his turmoil, heโs noticed it so long ago โ the way she looked at him, the way the warmth of her skin often overwhelmed him at close proximity, her words, her smiles, her sense of humor. He never stopped SEEING HER. As she was. As she remains still.ย
ย ย ย Here and now, heart open and mind wide shut. Fall into my arms.ย
ย ย ย โ Let me catch you.ย โย ย
ย ย ย Gonk was probably fair.ย