Oct 10, 2019
😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?
Vanja’s grip tightened upon the cushions of the couch in which he sat. His previously amused mien shifting into one of cold indifference. He was silent for some time, his gaze fixated on the coffee table a couple feet away. “One that lost me my sense of being for a few years. Ruined everything I was. I’m not inclined to answer anything further.”
The coldness about him grew as he chuckled softly, a sinister grin replacing the scowl. There was nothing cheery about it, just some deep-seeded hatred and an odd level of satisfaction that fueled his memories of the outcome that later followed, ones he was no doubt hanging onto to erase what he would not share.