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( y u so hot? i will never understand. )

( istg i’ll kiss u )

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▼ ( I’m ready for the feels. )

my muse is on death row. send ‘▼’ for their reaction to yours visiting them. → @svnguinis

“You have a visitor.”

The words echoed in Vincent’s mind, an accompanying melody to the hollow sound of his footsteps and the clanking of the cuffs around his wrists as he was escorted toward the visitation room. His head hung low, eyes glued to the floor and face framed by traces of orange-tinted hair. The roots had long-since started to grow out, leaving the wavy hair atop his head a mess of black and dull, coppery blonde. The wear of exhaustion had started to make itself prominent on his face in the form of sunken, dull eyes, and his gait, once powerful and confident, had been reduced to something more befitting of a scolded dog. From the outside looking in, it might’ve been difficult to convince anyone that this was Vincent Morton – THE Vincent Morton, world-renowned for his impossible charm and nearly overbearing self-assuredness, now reduced to someone significantly more frail.

Most days, he had trouble convincing himself.

He’d been granted a contact visit. While the news should’ve brought him some glimmer of joy, perhaps a sense of excitement, it only rose more questions than answers. It took months of paperwork and jumping through hoops to be approved for contact visitation. Why? More importantly, WHO the hell? Suddenly, he was forced to a halt, earning a soft grunt of surprise from an otherwise silent Vincent. His eyes never left the floor, only drifting away to fixate on the handcuffs as they were removed; inwardly, Vincent sighed at the relief from the metal agitating and rubbing raw, angry indentations into his skin. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to piece together enough to realize that he’d reached the visitation area.“You have one hour.”“Thank you,” Vincent muttered, voice hoarse from days of little to no use. That and a feeble nod were all he offered in response. Finally, his eyes peeled away from the floor in search of his visitor; instantly, he wished that he hadn’t. If this hadn’t already felt like some fucked up, sick fever dream, it sure as hell did now.What the fuck ’r YOU doing here?!

The words screamed at the back of his mind, clawing their way up his throat only to die on quivering, heart-shaped lips. His heart was hammering against his chest, the words turning to bile in the back of his throat, threatening to spill out onto the floor. His hands, despite having been freed, remained clasped in front of him in a failed attempt to still the trembling. Once upon a time, he would’ve had no qualms leaping across the room and snatching Levi up by his throat. Now, he could barely bring himself to bridge the gap between them. Levi had always been considerably taller than him, but now, standing face-to-face with him, Vincent felt dwarfed. Where fury once lived inside of him now resided an overwhelming, crushing weight of emotion. He didn’t have it in him to be angry anymore; he was too tired. It hurt – goddamnit, it HURT – looking into those eyes and knowing that the last time he’d seen them, they’d been something that he’d come to trust, looking at his face and knowing that the last time he’d seen him, he’d worn a smile that had finally started to feel like home. Knowing that that same, smiling face had only hours later made the decision to rip the foundation out from underneath Vincent and cut his life short. He should’ve known better. Honestly, what the hell had he expected?

Glassy eyes flickered over Levi’s face, almost as if silently begging – screaming – for answers. Why?

Why, why, w h y? Why the FUCK would you do this to me just when I started to love you?! Answer me, you bastard! A N S W E R M E!!

Every desperate, panicked thought died before it ever reached his tongue. Instead, he lowered his head once more. As a tear finally tracked its way down his nose he breathed out a chuckle, soft, defeated.

Devastated.