One Day and One Night - [Victor x Kate]
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Chapter 2.5 - Victor
WC: 354
This woman undoes me.
My principles. My self-control. My self-image. All these things and more are tested when I’m with Kate. I’d made the decision to divide myself between day and night, to keep the line between them firm, and yet every glancing touch made something howl distantly within me. The day was meant to be filled with light-hearted romance, but that bestial part of me kept testing the bounds of its cage.
When we played the piano together, I could hardly hear the music for the sight of her slim fingers clumsily dancing on the keys. As we raced down the staircase railing, the heat of her body in my arms superseded my other senses. While we browsed through my personal collection of rare novels, the eager light in her eyes nearly blinded me.
I am torn between two wants: I want her to be free and cherished, yet I want her to be mine and mine alone. The “anything” that I truly wanted was her everything.
I sometimes scold our dearest Elbert for his self-destructive possessiveness, but it would seem my greed could match even his. In her innocence she drank in every touch, every gift, every covert manipulation I fed her as if it were the sweetest elixir. Little did she realize that I’d laced it with poison.
I wasn’t just beautifying the world around her to bring her joy for joy’s sake. I was crafting a cage she’d never think to leave. A facsimile of choice that let her feel free, even if I could never bring myself to let her go. I want her – no – need her to want me with the same feverish fervor I feel.
And it seems my schemes have succeeded, because raw desire has clouded her gorgeous, pale blue eyes. Her hands on my chest may as well be brands for all the heat they leave on my soaked skin. Her next words tear open the cage on my black heart, unleashing me in my entirety.
Three words. Three syllables. That’s all it takes.
Vic, I’m yours.
I’m at the end of my patience.
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"toru's definitely into body writin'" in the tags has me imaging 'toru signing his name on you once he's done jus for the fun of it (*_*)
n he absolutely would !! all cute n practiced too , like he’s givin out an autograph or somethin ૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა right on da fat of your buttcheek, seals it with a lil kiss too !
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“Even if it’s not my fault, it’s still my accident, it’s still my mess. It’s still something that - exists, because I do” oh. and he just doesn’t know another way to help, either, because all his life has been screwing up without helpful direction in order to meet impossible standards, and so there is no other way than to bleed himself dry. for the cause, for a friend in need, for anyone he doesn’t know. especially for the problems that he himself creates, because to him his pure existence has always been the problem, because the elders were fucked as hell and traumatized him to no end - so even causing problems is a sin. a single mistake is a sin. it always has been. and it’s rough trying to learn anything other than that mindset - but Jay and Chip won’t let him struggle alone.
and it’s like - that’s what comes with being raised the way he was. punished for imperfection, but there’s no guidebook, no definition of perfect. and so perfect is never good enough anyway. it’s a trap and there is no winning, so there’s nothing else to do but take the blame and bear it, and internalize it. and it makes actual failure and actual mistakes that much more painful. of course responsibility needs to be taken for your actions - but when you’ve been taking responsibility for everything, up to and including the literal fate of the world, all of your life, every outcome is your fault. and guilt only builds, and resentment only festers. of course he hates the elders for how they treated him. of course he hates himself.
he’s grabbing his own destiny and making his own choices - but the thing about making your own choices is that there are so many of them. there’s no destiny to blame anymore. and all you can do is the best you can. and it’s not always going to be good enough. he’s learned plenty about failure, but with Jay and Chip around, maybe he’ll learn about second chances, and self forgiveness. maybe he’ll learn that accidents aren’t always met with extremes. and that he’s not the only one left to deal with a mess if he slips up and breaks something.
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