07-25-2018, 09:22 PM
Vandal waits with a patience she's sure must look a little odd on her face. Many don't see her as a patient person, and she doesn't blame them - she's reckless, she's uninhibited, she does what she wants for the sake of fun without thinking about the repercussions. That's who she is, at the base of it all, just a hungry soul seeking thrill, wanting to live life to its fullest...
And yet there she stands, in front of Deldrach, with neon eyes glowing with patience, waiting, waiting and brimming and glistening with tears left unshed in the divots. Her words fill the air with more confessions and truths, and she reaches out to grasp at them with careful but strong paws - she holds them tight to her chest, treasures them. She treasures each truth in her grasp and nods at the end when Deldrach has said her peace.
When she notices that the jaglion has been crying, it's then that her own tears spill over, tracing wet patterns across the rise of her cheeks as her lips wobble into a lopsided smile. Her movements, slow and precise, bring her ever closer but not enough to overwhelm - just enough that she can lower her head, tentatively trying to get her to look up, look at her, look at Vandal to see the acceptance vivid in her eyes.
"You like me..." It's not so much a question as it is a revelation, but she knows there are more pressing matters to confirm; she plucks that truth from the heavens and holds it too. "I won't ask yourself to change for me, Del, I like you the way you are. You drew me in - you pulled me close without either of us knowing and now - now, here I am." Her voice crinkles with the softness, the breathlessness of her whispered proclamation in the low light. She tilts her head to the side. "Do you want to try this with me? Step by step? Del, no matter how long it takes, I can wait. I will wait."
And yet there she stands, in front of Deldrach, with neon eyes glowing with patience, waiting, waiting and brimming and glistening with tears left unshed in the divots. Her words fill the air with more confessions and truths, and she reaches out to grasp at them with careful but strong paws - she holds them tight to her chest, treasures them. She treasures each truth in her grasp and nods at the end when Deldrach has said her peace.
When she notices that the jaglion has been crying, it's then that her own tears spill over, tracing wet patterns across the rise of her cheeks as her lips wobble into a lopsided smile. Her movements, slow and precise, bring her ever closer but not enough to overwhelm - just enough that she can lower her head, tentatively trying to get her to look up, look at her, look at Vandal to see the acceptance vivid in her eyes.
"You like me..." It's not so much a question as it is a revelation, but she knows there are more pressing matters to confirm; she plucks that truth from the heavens and holds it too. "I won't ask yourself to change for me, Del, I like you the way you are. You drew me in - you pulled me close without either of us knowing and now - now, here I am." Her voice crinkles with the softness, the breathlessness of her whispered proclamation in the low light. She tilts her head to the side. "Do you want to try this with me? Step by step? Del, no matter how long it takes, I can wait. I will wait."
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON