[He is in the Rec Room. HE IS NOT A ZORA ANYMORE. Also, he is literally hiding.
There is a chair pulled up to the side of one of the couches, and a blanket has been strung between them to make a lazy tent. There is someone under there seated on some pillows on the floor......
Viktor's face appears below the edge of the blanket. He has a familiar panini-like sandwich in his hand.]
He leans against Lucien's side as Lucien just fucking bites into his sandwich. He does not seem to care, however. He also has a bite after, but then double-takes at Lucien's face.
He reaches out to rub some cheese off Lucien's chin.]
You should have had to be stuck with him for five weeks. Is this about the "lover" thing?
[ he stays laying down, but a hand winds up to mess with the back of viktor's vest, tugging at a loose thread.
sighing out so very deeply. ]
Because there's no stopping him from saying it at all, I suppose? I don't know. It's not as if I don't love you. Lovers only makes it sound like we're from a cheap drama.
reaching over to brush hair out of his face, shifting over so he has room to lay down as well, raising his eyebrows. he could be an asshole but he is honestly in kind of a good mood despite the grouchiness he has at all times, so. he won't play with his food. ]
[He closes his eyes as his hair is brushed away, and then even though Lucien had considered being MEAN to him, he turns so he can drape his arm across Lucien's middle and rest his head on Lucien's shoulder.
This is such a mistake because if he stays here too long, he'll get so comfortable he'll fall asleep.]
I know you would have, arsehole, I couldn't. You died before I was allowed a confidant. Besides, I wasn't entirely alone ... just don't know how much I'm supposed to speak of it.
anyway he is thinking about the dead coming back earlier and is reminded of all of this again and the past few weeks by saying that and pulls him in just that little bit closer. ]
... I missed you. When you were gone. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't-- have that job.
His draped arm tightens ever so slightly around Lucien's middle.] You would have been okay. [This is just the optimistic saying.
Lucien can be pretty dramatic and unhinged, so Lucien might not have been well about it actually.]
We did... sort of luck out with you being able to talk to us on that side. [He lifts his head so he can prop his chin up on Lucien's chest and peer at him.] I don't... understand still...
Um, what it is about me that you even missed, or like.
he looks a little like he got caught with a hand in the cookie jar when viktor looks up at him when he was in the middle of gently petting through his hair and telling him sincere things, and he makes a face like he's not quite sure what's expected of him here. caught being a huge sap. ]
I don't think it's that complicated. I missed you because you are my friend, you were kind to me when it mattered. You treated me like something that mattered. And you aren't kind in a way that rings false, or as an obligation of some ridiculous station. I think you were kind because you understood. I told you things I've never told anyone, or only to people who are long gone and buried.
You understood, because in a great many ways, we are the same. [ reaching over to run a thumb over his cheek, giving him a half-smile. ] The same in a lot of ways including the fucked up parts, and I like that too.
Slowly, though, he returns the half smile. He reaches up to cup the back of Lucien's hand, leaning his face into it, and then he twists it down again into Lucien's shoulder somewhere just under Lucien's jaw, like he's shy.
He takes it in the same way he has taken other things from Lucien, accepting them pretty quickly because it's Lucien.]
I'm happy everyone is back. I did miss them. But... I'm happiest I got to see you again, even if I would have had to wait along with them for today instead.
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I should have put them back into the trash.
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[This half-assed scold.]
Are you busy visiting everyone?
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[ and then like a full 5 minutes later ]
I'm sick of these people. Where are you?
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Um. What other word would you use?
Hiding in the Rec Room with an Undercity special.
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Maybe it's just the way he says it. So condescendingly.
[ hi. ]
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There is a chair pulled up to the side of one of the couches, and a blanket has been strung between them to make a lazy tent. There is someone under there seated on some pillows on the floor......
Viktor's face appears below the edge of the blanket. He has a familiar panini-like sandwich in his hand.]
Who says what?
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take a bite out of the sandwich. and then with his mouth full: ]
Scien. He is obnoxious.
[ oh lucien is wearing a cute little beaded friendship bracelet that says RAT⭐️PACK on it now. ]
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He leans against Lucien's side as Lucien just fucking bites into his sandwich. He does not seem to care, however. He also has a bite after, but then double-takes at Lucien's face.
He reaches out to rub some cheese off Lucien's chin.]
You should have had to be stuck with him for five weeks. Is this about the "lover" thing?
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He called me your lover, as if that is not an obnoxious word to use.
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You shouldn't pay him too much mind. [...] So... what would you yourself then if not that?
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[ though this question actually does seem to throw him for a loop. ]
Don't know. Never thought about it. Why? Do you want it to be called something?
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[He shrugs a shoulder and looks forward so he can have another bite of the sandwich.]
Just curious. What should I tell him then when he says you're my lover?
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sighing out so very deeply. ]
Because there's no stopping him from saying it at all, I suppose? I don't know. It's not as if I don't love you. Lovers only makes it sound like we're from a cheap drama.
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Then he carefully stretches out and settles in against Lucien's side. APPARENTLY, HE IS ALSO NOW WEARING A BRACELET THAT SAYS BIG⭐BRAIN.]
We don't have to call it anything. But... just to make sure... We are something...?
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reaching over to brush hair out of his face, shifting over so he has room to lay down as well, raising his eyebrows. he could be an asshole but he is honestly in kind of a good mood despite the grouchiness he has at all times, so. he won't play with his food. ]
Yes, we're something. You are my something.
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This is such a mistake because if he stays here too long, he'll get so comfortable he'll fall asleep.]
Alright. I'm your something then.
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I did throw those 800 crystal rats in the trash, for the record.
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You're so stupid... I would have helped you if you had told me, you know.
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I know you would have, arsehole, I couldn't. You died before I was allowed a confidant. Besides, I wasn't entirely alone ... just don't know how much I'm supposed to speak of it.
I'd have told you everything if I could.
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[But he's amused by this endearing knowledge. Lucien is extremely soft on the inside like a cashmere blankie.]
...I know you would have. It's alright.
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anyway he is thinking about the dead coming back earlier and is reminded of all of this again and the past few weeks by saying that and pulls him in just that little bit closer. ]
... I missed you. When you were gone. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't-- have that job.
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His draped arm tightens ever so slightly around Lucien's middle.] You would have been okay. [This is just the optimistic saying.
Lucien can be pretty dramatic and unhinged, so Lucien might not have been well about it actually.]
We did... sort of luck out with you being able to talk to us on that side. [He lifts his head so he can prop his chin up on Lucien's chest and peer at him.] I don't... understand still...
Um, what it is about me that you even missed, or like.
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he looks a little like he got caught with a hand in the cookie jar when viktor looks up at him when he was in the middle of gently petting through his hair and telling him sincere things, and he makes a face like he's not quite sure what's expected of him here. caught being a huge sap. ]
I don't think it's that complicated. I missed you because you are my friend, you were kind to me when it mattered. You treated me like something that mattered. And you aren't kind in a way that rings false, or as an obligation of some ridiculous station. I think you were kind because you understood. I told you things I've never told anyone, or only to people who are long gone and buried.
You understood, because in a great many ways, we are the same. [ reaching over to run a thumb over his cheek, giving him a half-smile. ] The same in a lot of ways including the fucked up parts, and I like that too.
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Slowly, though, he returns the half smile. He reaches up to cup the back of Lucien's hand, leaning his face into it, and then he twists it down again into Lucien's shoulder somewhere just under Lucien's jaw, like he's shy.
He takes it in the same way he has taken other things from Lucien, accepting them pretty quickly because it's Lucien.]
I'm happy everyone is back. I did miss them. But... I'm happiest I got to see you again, even if I would have had to wait along with them for today instead.
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I'm glad I got to meet you, Lucien Tavelle.
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You ruined every single one of my great plans, so fuck you for that. And also I suppose I'm glad I got to meet you as well.
Thanks for coming back. Even off-schedule.
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