sallow cover stress bewilderment; this maiden a poignant pearl of magnus’ evening—— and in eyes of wonder lay curiosity, perhaps even determination. he seemed to evoke the same description as that from a note delivered to her sometime ago.
❛ —— excuse me, this may sound absurd, but… i have been looking for you. ❜
He seems sewn from the same dark threads that scatter
brittle across sky, reaching lazy fingertips over stars and
of steel armour and pitch hair. Blackness is smeared ar-
ound his eyes in paint, lending his gaze a harshness that
is not sincerely present.
Though, if he be hesitant, that is
characteristic of Vilkas.
“I’m not one who is often looked for,” he ob-
serves, voice grating against skin of throat. ”D-
o I … k n o w you?”
❝ ugh. it’s like I need a fucking step ladder to kiss you, or something. ❞
Arms around her waist, and up she comes.
”What’re you talking about, shortie?”
❝ why are you so fucking tall. ❞
“Because you are so fucking short.”
she’s learned not to let tragedy consume her,
especially with all she’s been through. so,
instead of d w e l l i n g in it all, she decides to
let it go.
(not to say the focuses on the positive, or
anything. she can still find a thousand things
to complain about. she just thinks about things
like instagram, and who she can beat up next.
avoidance is an art.)
❝ damn right. ❞
His heart does this little twisty thing, because if her avoidance
is an art, Vilkas wouldn’t mind buying a ticket to her gallery. Th-
ough, he better get a discount, or her walls will echo with pass-
ive aggressive w h i n g i n g .
Smile warms, widens
flows back into him. He bites into a corner of his lip,
studying her silently for a moment.
Accusatory tone, because she totally distr-
SINGS ’ GOOD VIBRATIONS ’ TO YOU. CAUSE UR VIBRATING. get it.
[ you are amazing. the cool kids’ court has decreed that you are, quote,
’ really fucking rad ‘. thank u for these extra sweet vibrations.~ ]