All Fall Down
“It’s not just the wrist, silly. You fix…me.” her eyes met his with a soft kind of intensity, as if trying to pour her entire spectrum of emotion through a look and a handful of words. She remembered that day as clearly as he did. “You do always seem to appear just in time to fix me up.” she mused, her expression softening into faint amusement. She remembered looking up at him as he approached, sitting on the ground and clutching the injured wrist with dirt and tears streaking her face, leaves clinging in her hair. But upon seeing him, she’d managed a smile. A weak, unconvincing one, but a smile all the same.Â
Victor held her gaze until he just couldn't help himself any more, his fingers splaying to cup her face and his lips pressing sweetly against hers. "Well at least fixing each other seems to be something we both excell at," he mumbled cheekily, giving her a gentle nip as he pulled away.









