WELCOME BACK, HON // human au w/vale

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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OC TEXT
[member=3123]vale[/member]

IC TEXT | IC opinions only

he was really happy to have seen vem again, after the disappearance of their gory leader. they had briefly had a thing, a nice date (even if it were for him to recruit ver), but it was enjoyable while it had lasted. he wondered to himself what a world would be like with both of them at the helm, even if it was just a brief moment of passion, lust, drunkness. he'd like to see what would happen, so he had invited vem out for a date. a neat handwritten letter, smelling of honeysuckles, delivered straight to her door and slipped into the letter-box.

that had been earlier, in the afternoon. he hadn't heard any reply yet, so hopefully that was a yes, vey'd like to experiment with him. same honeysuckles that he had coaxed the scent from held firmly in hand and wrapped with a black bow-tie, matching that placed firmly around his neck. a typical simple dinner date outfit. his hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. golden cufflinks adjusted well, heels shining and the faintest of a blush kissing his face. there he was, jormungand di angelo.
on a date.

he hesitated. he hadn't really pushed himself out there since aphra, -.

he shook his head. today wasn't about her. it was about him and vale. the return of vale meant so many new possibilities, opened up so many more doors that had previously been shut. he had planned to take her to a restaurant, a nice but quiet one, then go to the water-side and probably make out or something, and see how the night goes.

he lifted his gloved hand and gently tapped at ver door three times, stepped back to wait whilst holding the flowers in front of him. the door opened and he was immediately greeted with the strong yet unmistakable scent of drugs, and a lopsided grin formed on his face. "hey vale. got my letter?"

#psychosocial.