@miiskatonic / sebastián valera asked: ❛ stay with me, please. ❜
𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. maybe night isn’t quite the right time. late nights that segway into these early mornings, too early for anyone to realistically up outside of clubgoers and night owls. they say nothing good happens after the clock strikes midnight, and perhaps the they in question isn’t wrong. perhaps these two are that nothing good. sebastián valera keeps a hat covering his eyes, keeping the world out of his face but he sees everything. not even dust goes by without his notice, and she? samara reznikova is obscured by a hood, white eyes darting around as she scans absentmindedly. she’s waiting for something to be out of place.
of course nothing is, downtown as lively it is, is much more quiet at this time. the netrunner is so concentrated on the world around her that she doesn’t even notice his words at first. a plea, that is so soft-spoken that she barely notices it. it’s not like him to plead for her attention, or even for her to stay longer than absolutely necessary. they’re in a weird limbo, individuals with this weird connection. technically roommates now, and that feels... unsteady.
[ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌? ]
[ > : / / 𝐧𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦. ] [ > : / / 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. ] [ > : / / 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞? ]
❛ thought we were doing our own stuff, valera? ❜ her tone is lilted, playful almost but she doesn’t need to see the look in his eyes to know he’s a little hurt by it. this is him at what most could consider his most vulnerable point; he’s pleading in public. she fidgets with the ring on her index finger, it changes the scene from night to day depending on the frequency of spins, but it fails to distract her from his hidden gaze. tentatively, her hand reaches for his own. ❛ what, like a date or somethin’? ❜ he merely grunts in response, and she fights a faint laugh. her small hand reaches for his, and she’s not steady right now, but neither is he. they are alike. dead to the world in a city full of life, neon ghosts of people they were supposed to be, and he doesn’t want to be alone right now... and she gets that, and if she was honest for herself for even a moment; she’d honor the fact that she doesn’t want to be alone either. and it’s the first time she’s felt steady since she almost died. ❛ i’ll stick around, i’ll grow on you like a leech. ❜
