#m: vik

[hallowghoul]

location: vik’s apartment status: closed @everandevermcre​

“hey, pass me the paprika?” vik hums as they look up from the sauce, eyes squinting a bit as their nose scrunches at the sight of gemma. they’re lovesick.. a feeling that’s foreign in their bones but it is welcomed.. it’s warm.. moments so intimate like this were something to cherish, to hold onto. they tighten the apron around their waist as they stir the ladle in the pot, the aroma filling their small kitchen. “samson threatened murder if i didn’t make some this weekend,...” they explain with a smirk as they look back up at them. 

[dsvpicable]

location: vik’s room status: closed @sundazcd​​​

“fuck” they mutter as they curl the blunt wrapper slowly around the weed they’d rolled up, pure focus and concentration riddled across their features. with tongue pressed to their cheek and eyebrows furrowed they finally seal it off, holding it up as if it’s the state championship trophy. “i still got it.” they call out, a shit eating grin on their lips as they fetch a lighter from their desk. “pop open the window? and fuck, move over..” they grunt as they plop down on their bed, back settling against a rather large pillow fluffed up against the wall. 

[hallowghoul]

location: centralia pub status: open @liminalstart​

“you have a horrid taste in booze.. god let me tell you.” vik calls out, crouched behind the bar top as they reemerge with a smirk on their lips, pulling the cork off the bottle of vodka before pouring it into a metal cup, dropping a bit of ice inside before adding a bit of juice. they shake the container with one hand as the other prepares the glass, throwing fresh ice inside before pouring the contents over, tongue pressed to their cheek in pure concentration. as they look back up to their companion, a satisfied smile on their lips, they push it forward, hand settling on their hip. “c’mon, go ‘head... try that..” they muse as they step back, arms now crossing over their chest. 

[hallowghoul]

location: viktoria’s apartment status: closed @everandevermcre​

“you know gemma is going to think you don’t exist.” vik calls out as they shrug off their jacket and hang it on the hangers by the door. they kick it closed with their boot as they tug off the laces and let them lay lopsided by the rug. they trudge through their apartment, plucking out a beer before popping it with their teeth. “everytime i tell them to come over and meet you, you’re not fuckin’ here.” vik chuckles in mock annoyance. it’d been a long day at the bar, it’d been rendered a complete mess because of the storm, resulting in food going bad and their kegs freezing. needless to say their body was sore and their stomach was empty. “tell me you can make a fucking taco or something dude..” they groan as they drop onto the couch, pushing a lazy sip past their lips. 

[hallowghoul]

the summer of you

viktoria pierson & gemma cameron 

centralia, pa  summer 2022 @everandevermcre​

[hallowghoul]

fall had been undeniably viktoria’s favorite season. the shift in the air paired with pumpkin spiced anything with halloween in the background was borderline addicting. she was rather coy about her excitement most years, sheltered herself in her studio apartment with a surplus of candles and cozy warm blankets with the latest and greatest slasher films playing on her tv. this year, however, there was a different meaning to her favorite season. there was someone to share it with. her flannel coat hangs at mid thigh with a soft grey sweater paired well with dark ripped jeans that are cuffed to show off black combat boots and she’s ducking out of her vw bug, hand clutching the car door. her nose scrunches up as a waft of freshly baked goods reaches her senses and her eyes land on the small pumpkin patch set up not far ahead. 

“maybe we should grab a couple of those, before we leave.” viktoria hums as she turns around, her grin soft as she finds gemma over the hood of her car. she shuts her door, tucking her keys into the pocket of her jacket as she walks around, hand moving to grab at her hip gently. “can carve ‘em tonight..” she winks at the innocent activity. if this season could be bottled up and drunk year round she would of found a way to do it but theres a warmth in her heart when she looks at the brunette, one that is akin to her feelings about the season. this is their first date. the thought rings through her head louder than the church bells signaling the 1 o’clock hour and suddenly her palms begin to grow a bit sweaty. it isn’t like this is her first date, she’d been through the semantics of it plenty of times but this is the first time her companion is someone of such high notoriety in her world. gemma has this hold on viktoria, one that is stabile and full of hope. one that has promise and potential and she doesn’t want to fuck that up. 

“you ready, gem?” 

the question had no direction in the sense of the festival itself and had everything to do with this date being the biggest step they’d taken.

[hallowghoul]

@xemptywithyoux​​

“care to enlighten me as to what the fuck happened last night?” vik asks as they look up from a cold cup of coffee, eyes a bit sunken in with a looming hangover drifting in their brain. they’d gone to bed with a mix of memories that hadn’t made much sense and a lot of lost time thrown in. it was all too much and they had desired to shut themselves in again, but they knew that wasn’t entirely possible. so after sending aria the brief text to meet downtown, vik arriving far too early, they were prepared for answers. vik didn’t know the context as to what happened, only flashes of blonde locks and kimo? they couldn’t be quite sure. “i just... i remember talking to gemma on the platform outside.. came back in.. grabbed a drink.. then it’s all just black..”

[hallowghoul]

@tcrtcard​​

“what’d you say this place was?” vik questions with a bit of a scowl on their lips, head tilting the side at the structure harlowe had insisted on going to. ever since the party and the sub-sequential moments after the fact.. the blonde had been pent up and rather embarrassed. there had been no way that vik had done what her mind had forced her to believe that she had. so in true fashion they opted to ignore the feeling altogether and after breaking into her friend’s apartment when phone calls begun to go unanswered they dragged the corpse that once held harlowe’s soul out and into their pickup truck and now they were here. smack dab in the middle of one of centralia’s vast pieces of land, clueless. “because i’m not going in there.” they muse as they turn to face their friend, their feet planted in a bit of wet mud from the rainfall the night before.