#sv;unable

[cravenwill]

@ofstarsandskies for Star too~

Victor had only been humming along with the music but as his arms wrapped around Star’s shoulders from behind, half-forgotten snatches of lyrics becoming a bit more coherent as he did so.

“...my resolution failed and all who died... the light of day still hurts me. You so need to know; you don't need to go; you're waiting right here...”

[cravenwill]

The dark-haired man’s been nursing his drink at the bar for a while, but he doesn’t look particularly upset. In fact, he seems comfortable, like he’s well known here-- while his body language suggests that he’s actually here looking for someone to join him for drinks, conversation... 

[cravenwill]

@ofstarsandskies​

“Hey, Star. Could you... come over here for a minute?” As soon as his friend took a seat on the couch next to him, Victor awkwardly wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his face against his back.

“Please don’t move.”

[cravenwill]

@strawberriesandshotgunshells​ continued (x):

The next movement was planned carefully and executed with a speed Victor hadn’t seen from the curvy blonde before. In a flash she was straddling his waist and had his wrists pinned above his head and tied to the headboard. Though Alana had zero experience roping cattle, she did however have quite a bit experience chasing the twins down and hog-tying them. And they were faster than any calf.

“Nope, nothings wrong at all.” The blonde breathed against his throat as her fingers leisurely undid the buttons of his shirt.

Oh he was very much awake now, and beet red. “A-A-Alana? N-not that I don’t appreciate you, ah, there, but ah... what are you doing?” 

He trusted her, sure, but this was a new experience for the man, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it yet.

[cravenwill]

@strawberriesandshotgunshells continued to prevent confusion:

Alana wraps her arms around his waist tightly and buries her face against the curve of his spin. It doesnt matter that his hands are covered in blood. It doesn’t matter that hers are shaking. “Victor….” The blonde breathed into his jacket, trying to push back the tears that were flowing free. She was so scared.

“Hahaha ha... haha... ha...” His breathing is ragged, but he’s still laughing. He isn’t seeing anything except the man he has off the ground in a one-handed chokehold-- another version of himself, drawn from a timeline where he hasn’t fallen yet. This one doesn’t have his daughter with him-- doesn’t have anyone. He’s just another doomed scion who thought he could challenge his ultimate fate.

“It wouldn’t do you any good, by the way, fake.” It’s said with casual cruelty and more laughter; he’s waiting, enjoying watching the understanding of his words light the man’s eyes and then shatter the way his own spirit did so many years ago. The lance through the man’s heart ends his life and he lets the body fall to the ground where his boot grinds the other man’s face into the dirt for one last ignominy. 

It isn’t until then he feels the arms wrap around his waist-- his laugh breaks off and he snarls, not recognizing them in his frenzied state as he tries to claw his way free. “Get off me!”

[fearfulfracture]

ofstarsandskies replied to your post: You feel a presence watching you. Out of the...

“Just want to keep an eye on you is all. There are some dangerous people out there–and a lot of them like to come after you.”

“I can take care of myself; thank you, Julius.”

His hand had moved to the other’s shoulder, grip tightening.

“Now, I’m going home. Are you planning on following me there too?”