valvc:
I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go. // @vctaewon
date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball
There were times where he could look so…wounded. In the way a puppy waits for your attention, a tactic not meant to manipulate but be the result of the sudden fall of their face, eyes shinning in boyish tranquility and admiration. Atticus’ was amplified by the moonlight.
She relaxed in his grip with a sigh, settled back on her heels with a gentle click. They could leave right now, if she had any courage in her body or self respect, she would waltz him right out that door. But guilt was clawing at her chest in a ravenous outrage, while the love she felt bloom fought it tooth and nail.
It was her turn to look wounded, peer up at him in an innocent way, as if to say ‘Of course I know,’ with only her eyes. Even in her denial she could always feel it. When she tried to degrade herself, tell herself she was merely a number to talk her brain and heart from connecting the dots. During her moments of relapse where she finds herself moaning the other woman’s name, she knew it was simply a rouse, playing on both fields. Two teams hellbent on fake outs and trickery rather head directly to their goal. There was no room for truly loving when you intoxicated yourself with so many other drugs.
“I know,” she said it anyways, nothing but confident intent in her tone. As if she needed him to know it was sincere, even if she tried to play it off matter-of-factly. It wasn’t vanity, but a true understanding that she could trust him. That any integrated feeling of despair loneliness would never come from his hand.
Valkyrie tried to play it off with a smug smirk, but the truth was already swarming their air, it was up to the universe to help them capture it or simply swat it away into oblivion, joining the rest of the stardust they created together.
The tension he wasn’t aware was building suddenly released like a snap of a band, recognizing that he was preparing himself for the sting of rejection only to find a soothing assurance. A gentle smile played across his lips, dangerously genuine as he wasn’t up for the task of slipping the mask back on, not yet anyway. “Thank you,” he spoke softly, it wasn’t often that he had to chance to actually voice his gratitude and so he was remise to disturb their corner of tranquility.
After pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he motioned for her to spin around, taking her necklace out from his pocket with the other hand. Carefully, he replaced a chunk of fallen hair into place, clearing the back of her neck before deftly latching the clasp. Satisfied, he wound his arms around her middle and rested his chin against her shoulder, watching the lights of the city, mind mulling over how he would tell her.
“I could make that drop,” he mused, craning his neck to peek over the balcony and the subsequent 2 story fall, “then I’d catch you. We’d be the best dressed people at that boba place you like on the corner, the one with the weird waffles. You’d try a new flavour like cantaloupe and realize you didn’t like it, so then I’d have to give you my taro.”










