"Let me try to fill the cracks that litter your floor."
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"Let me try to fill the cracks that litter your floor."
✧ ━━ A Gift For @alltimelines
emery hums in acknowledgement, not looking up from the bowl in her hands. her attention remains on the way the way the noodles maneuver along and off her spoon in the bowl as she stirs, allowing herself to take the time to actually consider the ask. for once, she felt as though she could actually consider. she'd grown use to the expecation that she'd just do anything she was asked. it had been her norm for a long time, but it had become a necessity after she lost her parents. her siblings had relied on her, and she'd officially become the head of the household in the eyes of their community. that came with increased responsibilities, sure, which she didn't mind. what had begun to wear her down was her lack of opportunity to choose.
she had to pick up the slack where her siblings couldn't, she had to make the sacrifices they shouldn't have to ( even if she shouldn't have to either ). and for the most part she didn't mind. not while they were all there, and safe. but now as they were getting older, and the responsibilities weren't strictly on her and carmen ... she had more time. maybe time she could be using to do something to build their future, not just keep them alive. which had lead her to this moment.
“ do you really think there's any left ? ” emery finally asks, looking up from the bowl to meet the man's eyes. the duo sits at her kitchen table, the room dimming with the setting sun.
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viktor sputters to a halt as he reenters the lab, trying to process what he's just witnessed. once he picks his jaw up off the floor, he finds the ability to speak again, "did- did you just lick that chip and put it back in the bag???"
it's not like he was doing anything wrong when viktor walked into the lab, he was just sitting at his workstation, leaned back in his chair and licking the chips he brought with him … and proceeding to eat them once all the flavour was licked off. noting viktor's overly dramatic reaction, an eyebrow raises as he sets the chip bag to the side. ❛ no, of course not ! i eat the chip after i've licked all the flavour off ! ❜ arms cross over his chest as he huffs. one day he was going to fall back from the way he was sitting. ❛ it's not like they're your chips anyways, they're miiiiiine. ❜
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“ you're the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just - the world is so loud. the only time it feels quiet is when you're here. ”
jayce's smile is soft, he drops his hand from the handle of door and returns to the depths of the room. their shared space was dimly lit, the combination of the small lamp an the gap in the curtains did little to b r i g h t e n the room, but it didn't seem to bother viktor. there was something comforting about the darkness. likely the fact he wasn't alone in it.
it had been several weeks since the incident ( as it had been dubbed in jayce's apartment ), and they hadn't gone out much. viktor at all, and jayce very minimally. primarily to get updates, to see caitlyn ... but for viktor had stayed in. presumed dead by both piltover and the undercity, it made the most sense to keep a lower profile. but jayce had voiced, that it's p o s s i b l e people wouldn't recognize him. most people never met him, and the general public wasn't there for the attack to begin with. he'd likely be s a f e . but there was still reluctance, and jayce understood. it's part of why he'd offered his home. while he had his ulterior motives ... his focus was viktor's safety. and happiness. the idea of leaving him alone was never something he entertained, and he knew his own apartment was a welcoming space. and more importantly, not a target for those he did know the truth of the machine herald.
“ hey hey hey, i get it, ” jayce soothes, his smile still soft as he returns to the couch. he takes a seat on the center cushion, pulling one leg onto the couch so he can turn and face his partner. his partner. a phrase that felt very different now, yet somehow the same. he reaches out and takes viktor's hand in both of his, tilting his head slightly, “ you want me to stay? i won't go today. it's easy as that. ”
@alltimelines / angsty meme.
she doesn't mind not being busy. it means the people of jackson, wyoming have their affairs in order. it also means she doesn't get paid in booze. the marijuana, eugene takes care of. but fuck does it get boring here real quick.
today is no different than the rest, save for one of their groups coming back from a run with quite a few injured. raiders, she's been told. not looking for jackson, but unknowingly getting close, and after being offered to be taken back to the settlement...things got bad. of course, all raiders are idiots, though. at least in gail's mind. before they attacked, they failed to get directions back to jackson. see? idiots. thinking about it just made gail pinch the bridge of her nose as she waited outside viktor's hospital room.
viktor. she looks over his medical chart and goes over what she's been told. he came back from the run with an injured leg. he almost lost it, but thankfully they were able to save it from being amputated. although now, he needs a brace and won't ever walk the same again. the group he was with lost someone that day as well. what was her name? ...sky? poor girl. they had lost one of their smartest minds. she and viktor were close, it seems. how close, she wasn't sure. just another mental note to go over with viktor.
by the time the doctor invited her in, she had everything she needed for their session. and so she walks into the door post, clipboard in hand. " hello, viktor. how are you doing? " it seems a stupid question to ask, but the way someone answers it tells her a lot.
@alltimelines liked for a gail starter.
@alltimelines ♡'d for a starter !
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖎𝖓 front of her was boring, nothing worthwhile reading and yet, she kept herself occupied with it. better than staring at the wall. eyes flit up from the pages and suddenly to the person walking into the bookshop, lips quirked up into a subtle smile. ❛ anything you're lookin' for in specific ? we've got all sorts of things, for anything and everything in between. ❜ closing the book, she leans up on her elbows, eyeing the man with interest. ❛ personally, i'm a big fan of the horror section. ❜ she makes mention while pointing to the section off the side in one of the smaller aisle.
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send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them. / accepting !
sierra ! oh sierra, my sweet friend. we talk everyday and have been for the past four months, you're such a joy to be around and write with. i just wish you had more faith in your writing skills. you say you're not good at writing viktor but i think differently, you write him wonderfully and breath life into him ! i know i'm not always suuuuper vocal about positivity because it makes me ✨ u n c o m f o r t a b l e ✨ 75% of the time but genuinely ... i think you're very talented and am excited for whenever you decide to properly set up your multi. also, stop being mean to yourself all the time, you're constantly second guessing things or jumping the gun and respectfully, i'm going to strangle you if you don't stop. i love you ( platonically ) and i hope i can get to meet you one day ! / @alltimelines.