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10, 33, 51 for pretty blue couple <3
10.) Describe their first date.
They've had plenty of unofficial "business" dates in formal settings for intel purposes etc., but this was different. Nothing to detract from their magnetic chemistry, all eyes on each other. Viv brushed her heeled foot against his leg under the table with pleading eyes and a champagne glass to her lips and... i think that was the final straw. Needless to say they didn't make it to the bedroom by the end of it >:)
33.) Who is the better cook?
He is and Viv finds it so endearing. She likes to lean over the counter and just watch him go sometimes. Only thing is she got accustomed to eating better and those vending machine burritos were no longer cutting it when on the go loll.
51.) What's a non verbal way they say I love you?
He often leaves roses for her in places that aren’t too obvious but where he knows she’ll come across. Always makes her smile each time and never gets old. But mostly, through touch for both of them. Especially him, that was the only way he'd let her know for so long until finally. Viv is a very touchy feely person as is (like if Viv can keep her hands to herself anyway when it comes to him) she shows him a plenty ;)
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The moment Vil fell in love with you, was one of the most vulnerable moments he had ever experienced. It was something that had caught him completely unawares, and never thought he'd fall for someone, much less the prefect of ramshackle.
Spoilers for the end of book 6, if you have not gotten that far.
The ride back to NRC from the island of woe was an exhausting one, to say the least. Everyone was groaning in mild annoyance at Vils sobbing at his now olden state, a wrinkled face with sunken cheeks and grey hair...something he feared more than anything in the world. Nobody actually blamed him, though, for anybody else would react as strongly to see their youth stripped away without even the hint of getting back their original form. Ugly, old, and gross, are all words Vil would go on to describe himself. You felt pity for him of course, but you were just as exhausted as everyone else.
Vil watched you in surprise as you stood up in a sleepy haze, wobbling to the (now) old man and cupping his sunken cheeks into your lively hands.
"Vil," You said sternly, the suddenness of your actions causing him to bite back his sobs for merely a moment.
"What you did for us today," You said with confidence in your tired eyes, "Was the most heroic thing I have ever seen. That was the bravest, most selfless act you could have possibly done, and I truly admire you for it, Vil." Your stern eyes softened with a smile mixed with pity and admiration, unconciously stroking his cheek with your thumb in attempt to sooth his trembling figure.
"We will find a way to get your body back. I understand this is a lot, but you need to hold onto faith." Your hands squished his cheeks together in a teasing and playful manner, purposefully causing him unable to respond verbally. Vil simply nodded, and you continued with passion raising your tone of voice.
"Right now, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful person with the biggest heart of gold I've ever met." You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, something that drew him back with widened eyes. "Now, you must be incredibly tired from all the fighting we did. Try and rest, okay? You need it." He wanted to tell himself you were simply feeding him words of comfort in order to cease his persistent whining, yet with such confidence dripping with every word and small gesture you had no reason for engaging in, that was how he knew you were genuine.
How could you be so willing to kiss him when he looks like...that? How can you call him beautiful when all he sees are wrinkled hands and spotty skin? The word "heroic" also stuck out to him. Years of being played the villain, always unable to make it to the end of a movie, being discarded as the "bad guy," yet here you were, calling him...your hero. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. There's no way you of all people could make him feel so...conflicted.
Yet there you were, with stringy sweaty hair, scratches, bruises, mud riddling your skin from hours of fighting for the world. He noticed how his dorm outfit lay in tatters on your body, and bags under your eyes were apparent as you so shamelessly yawned and sat next to him, falling asleep as you leaned up against his shoulder. This was the brazen prefect of Ramshackle- someone with flaws, attitude, and a disastrous display.
Yet at this moment, all he could think about was just how beautiful you looked, too.
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I promised myself I'd finally make em kith, so I did.
I made a whole sketch page of smoochies, but I dunno when or even if I'll ever finish that so I thought I'd just post this one seperate.
Kisses are so hard to draw, man.
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