[MLB] Colorado Rockies Make Roster Moves Ahead of Doubleheader
Colorado Rockies, Coors Field / photo credit to GooddaySports
(Denver, CO = Wongeol Jeong) In a series of roster adjustments, the Colorado Rockies have made significant changes to their pitching lineup. The team announced today the selection of left-handed pitcher Ty Blach (#50) from Triple-A Albuquerque, filling a vital spot in their roster.
The move comes alongside the unfortunate transfer of…
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Bc you said to- dantteri and the phrase “what if I want you to?”
“I’m not stupid, you know?”
Valtteri hums, glancing up at him before looking down at the reams of paper on his wooden desk in front of him. He taps the back of his signet ring against his bottom lip.
“No, you’re not. Your comedic routine and songs are rather clever. I like your commentary.” He’s not looking at Daniel when he says it, engrossed in whatever kingly shit is in front of him.
Daniel bites the inside of his cheek. From anyone else, it would be dismissive, a slight slap to the face. Valtteri says it like he didn’t need to think about it. Like it was a given.
Daniel inhales.
“I see you.”
Valtteri hums absentmindedly again. There’s a small frown between his eyes and the lines around his mouth are drawn. He lifts one hand and rubs at the red marks on either side of his forehead where his crown was digging in earlier. He looks tired.
There is probably a better time to be doing this.
He tries again.
“I see you sometimes. Watching me.”
Valtteri goes very still. The lantern to his right flickers, wax dripping down the side of the candle. His face is shadowed. Daniel can’t read it. He never can.
When Valtteri looks up this time he keeps his eyes on Daniel. There is colour high in his cheeks. He clears his throat.
He does not bother to lie or play games.
“Have you?”
Daniel swallows. Valtteri’s earrings glint in the low light. Lewis left a bruise on his jaw when they were sparring a few mornings ago and it’s gone all yellow and faded now. Daniel wants to cover it with his palm.
“Yes.”
Valtteri taps the ring against his mouth. The movement startles Daniel. Valtteri seems to be holding himself in preparation.
I’m right fucking here, Daniel thinks.
“My apologies,” Valtteri says, at last. “Not — not for getting caught, I didn’t — I know nothing will come of this, I don’t wish to assume.” He straightens in his seat. Daniel hadn’t realised he’d slumped over. “Nothing I have said or done or given you or — nothing has been because — because of this, of me. I need you to know that.”
Daniel nods.
“I know.” It comes out quieter than he intends it.
Valtteri nods. And nods.
“I expect nothing from you. This wasn’t — I wasn’t. I never once thought —“
When Daniel had first let himself believe that the small looks of Valtteri’s that lingered on Daniel’s hands when he played, on his throat when he drank, on his mouth when he laughed, were what he hoped they’d be, he had wondered at how long they’d been going on.
The thought had seemed something wonderful. It sits oddly in his stomach now.
Valtteri’s jaw does something complicated and painful. “You are lovely,” he says, sounding furious with it. “I find it hard to look away from you — from all of you. Sorry if I have made you uncomfortable in any way. I would understand if you wished to find a place in another’s court. I would be more than happy to put a good word in.” He smiles then. “Not that you need my help.”
“No.”
Daniel stares at him, before swallowing. Hard. “No. No. That’s not — no, that’s not what I want.”
“Okay.” Valtteri hasn’t moved. His hands are flat in the table, easily visible. “Can I ask what you do want?”
“You.”
Valtteri blinks.
“I want you and — and — I don’t know! I want you, even though you’re the king and that comes with such bollocks and you’re tired all the time and I do not suit being tired! You went on and on about trying not to — not to — but what if I want you to — I want you even if you —“
He waves a hand, feeling a little loose at the edges.
“Even if you tie yourself up into useless knots like this one.” Daniel exhales, the pressure building in his chest loosening into his throat. He clears it. “Or maybe, maybe because of it, I don’t know. I want you because you’re the kind of person who cares about things like this. And because your eyes are pretty and you have a nice smile and you hide sweets in your pockets for kids and your ass looks like that in your official robes even if you hate them and — and I want you.”
He stops. Valtteri has gone a little pale.
“Ask me why I know you look at me.”
“Daniel—“
“Ask me.”
Valtteri inhales, breath hitching. He seems to loosen all at once and then sits up again, shoulders back. “Why do you know I look at you?”
Daniel makes sure to meet his eyes, determind, and says in his best clear voice, “Because I look at you too.”
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And the lil sexist boy who didn't want to dress up is exactly like how BARD was first becoming a chef XD
My good friend and mutual @bapydemonprincess made a post about that very parallel here! Given how striking the similarities are, this has to be intentional on Yana’s part—I’d bet my finest collection of silver butter knives on it. 😉
Daniel’s lucky he got off with a mere scolding, though…instead of being decked into oblivion like the cantankerous Phantomhive chef after he gave Sebastian too much lip. 😆 Artie’s downright soft by comparison!
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