#annie: vanya x naom

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“ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” naom x vanya

Vanya wanted to live. Dying in Shadow Palms was the type of thing she hated to think about. It was such a boring and strange place to die in. A place where people came just to visit, and then they left because it was so boring. It had its share of weirdness, but it wasn’t like it was a city or even a cool desert. It was the motherfucking desert. Actually, it was located in the motherfucking desert. Vanya did not like the idea of the desert, because her ancestors believed that sand represented life. Dying in the sands would be a fucking joke, in Vanya’s opinion. However, Naom kept talking to her as though she were dying and it made her so angry with him when she opened her eyes, after having them closed. “There would be no point because I am this small town. It’s me, and it’s, nothing without me,” she told him, in less pain than before as he held her in his arms, and continued to walk her through the desert.  It was basically California on a new planet, but it still felt like another place. It was so fucking hot that she felt like she’d roast sometime soon. “You sure know how to make light of a serious situation, Vanya,” he expressed to her, as she thought of roasting. “But don’t die on me…please. That’s all I ask.”

She gently pushed his chin so his head shifted to the side. “I promise I won’t. Again, I am this town. If i’m gone, everything goes to shit.” Vanya lets out a groan after that. “But I was really hurt. Like really hurt. Are my guts falling out?” Teasing. Which was typical Vanya, and not something that impressed him by the way he sighed dramatically. “Are they?” she asked, again.

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“ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” naom x vanya

Naom just does not understand - does he? The fact that he has constantly been on her mind since she moved here should be obvious to him by now. The thing is, it just isn’t obvious to him and it drives her up the wall to know he thinks he isn’t loved or even cared for by her.  The way she looks at him with sad doe eyes, longing to kiss him or even rest her hand on the crook of his neck. How his smile sets a fire within her and makes her want to take down anyone who even thinks of hurting either of them. Naom should be telling her he’s there for her because he knows that he’s who she wanted there more than anyone or anything. Except he just doesn’t get it.  Naom doesn’t understand that she loves him. “You know, I should smack you right?” Vanya can’t help but to tease, smiling just a bit as she looked up at him, her wound bleeding through its bandage. “Because, it’s you - you know; it’s always going to be you, you fool, you absolute idiot.” She let out a shaky breath after that, because it hurt a little too much to talk. 

Naom simply placed a wet rag to her head and cleaned off her sweat. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know about Ricardo,” he said to her, softly, causing Vanya to laugh just a little bit before coughing and mumbling in pain.   “Ricardo is gone. And he never loved me. You loved me, though. I feel it. Just as I love…” she’s about to say more, but the spike of pain she felt from talking. 

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