#m; vic

[ahamartia]

@anthclogy​

A familiar anticipation built in his gut. It always felt that way before a romp and stomp. Coincidentally, it felt that way whenever he knew he was going to be spending time with her. 

His gut was awfully emotive.

And this time they were going to take down evil together. There was a tiny camera clipped into his tie. The masses were going to see it all exactly as he did. The coveted truth. 

The address she’d left him led to a warehouse for a paper company. Incredibly boring on the outside as far as evil layers went, the perfect disguise. He followed her instructions further, around the back entrance, there was no one around, as she’d guaranteed. 

He glimpsed the watch peaking from his sleeves. 2:05 PM. Perfectly prompt, as they’d agreed, a weird time for a break in, but Elle had persuaded him this would be better.

All that was left was for her to open the door.

[ahamartia]

“please look at me.” Abby @ Vic, with the thing we just talked about, bring on the angst babayyyy

Her voice was like a beacon, focusing his attention.

Vic was already half-conscious when he’d pulled himself through the cracked window of his apartment. Then he’d stumbled through the dark, folding onto the couch--

That was when everything faded away. It was hard to gauge how long he’d laid there, bleeding from multiple wounds, aching, but not even really conscious enough to process how much pain he was actually in.

His eyes fluttered at the sound of her familiar voice, not quite aware enough to wonder what she was doing at his place. He definitely hadn’t meant for her to see him like this. It would just make her worry more than she already did.

“Abby--”

[ahamartia]

@extraordinarygrrls​ from here

He’d emerged from the shower, actually impressed by the water pressure-- this new place of hers was a step up from the college dorms but it was still the worse part of town (actually Vic wasn’t sure he knew of a better part of town when it came to Hub City).

Still, he was pulling on a fresh t-shirt, well, fresh from the suit case, when he heard the beckoning of her singing voice.

He leaned against the door frame quietly, smiling softly, taking it in. It was a familiar comfort he’d missed while off exploring the great cities of America, and developing his new persona, Vic Sage. Parts of him felt incredibly different, but this-- this was just like the old days. He was crashing on her couch again, and she was offering way more than he deserved.

Abigail had a lovely voice, and he was tempted to join her except that it would definitely ruin it. His singing voice wasn’t good for anything other than carrying on the choruses of group chants.  

That, and he wasn’t familiar with the tune. Still there was something perfectly apt about the lyrics crooning form her melodically. 

He was content, leaning and listening and watching her move about her own space.

[ahamartia]

[Question] “ i’m a big fan of your name ”

"Thanks. I like yours."

[ahamartia]

It took him a second to remember how he’d gotten there, blinking himself back to consciousness. Vic wondered how long he’d been laying there KOed, his face in a puddle of something that he hoped was simple street water. 

He began to push up in an attempt to stand-- 

“Ow.”

Everything hurt.

[ahamartia]

@true-augurey cont. (x)

“Hard to pity those who don’t want to help themselves.” 

He took her hand, it wasn’t enough, he missed the feeling of her body flush against his, but the cool of her fingers was a great consolation for the moment. She was the devil’s advocate by nature. Vic believed in making the luck himself.

“Open your mind to the beauty, and even your unfortunate souls might find a spot of luck.”

[ahamartia]

@true-augurey cont. (x)

There was a sizable splatter of crimson staining his clothes, his face, his hands. That was the price of his hobby, it wasn’t his blood. There hadn’t been any after taste this time around, and he found this to be a curiosity.

“Our own language,” he hummed thoughtfully, reaching with one slick hand, cuffing her wrist and pulling her to him. He kissed her lips for the first time since his re-awakening, opening his mouth and biting on her lip.

“Do you understand me, now, Delphi?”