𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔬v𝔢𝔡, 𝔟e𝔩𝔬v𝔢d.

RAFAYEL and VALKO → Parallels & Antiparallels

he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you. 

it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.

until he gets more comfortable. 

he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion. 

with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away. 

it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation. 

but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.

“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”

“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”

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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.

“we need to set some ground rules.” 

his ears lie flat on his head.

“you get really close to me sometimes.”

his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”

“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”

“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.

unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?” 

“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”

“thank you.”

hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?” 

you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”

valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”

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Valko doesn't move as your hand wraps over his body, the other cushioning his neck from behind as it slips into his hair. Your nails brush just a bit at his ears, and you hear him gasp, not to mention the subtle lean of his head back against you. So, you scratch gently at his ears, before pressing a kiss there.

"I wasn't planning on it," he says, almost teasing you, but he quickly drops it when he realizes you're not in the mood. Instead, he straightens up, clearing his throat.

You've been strangely quiet lately. A small change, but one he noticed. Gloomy was the word he'd use to describe you, watching you barely pay attention to anything around you.

Except when your eyes landed on him.

Somehow, whenever they did, the color of your eyes seemed to brighten just a smidge. The weight that pulled at your lips lightened too, making him wish that whatever you saw in him, you'd see it in everything else. If only to see anything other than that depressing look on your face.

His worries didn't waver when you suddenly pulled him into bed earlier, but instead of him holding you, you were insistent on the reverse. Bringing him into your lap at first, before you seemed to grow antsy and dragged him up to lay against you instead.

". . . What's brought this on?" he dared to ask, his voice soft, probably the most vulnerable you've heard it. For now.

No words leave you while you continue to kiss at his hair, almost desperate to feel his warmth. Whether it be in your hands, against your chest, beneath your lips, whatever it was. You just needed to have him here.

"Just say it." you finally whisper, the hand over his chest now cupping his chin, turning him to look at you. If you hadn't, he would've thought you were ordering him around.

Yet the look in your eyes looked far too heartbroken to be anything more than a plea.

Part of him wants to push. Wants to interrogate you, to ask why you were acting this way, but he doesn't. Whether it was a demand or a wish, he would fulfill it if you had asked it of him. No matter what.

"I'm not leaving you." he relents, and he can feel the slightest slouch of your hold, before it goes back to that maddening desperation.

But he still doesn't question it. Not when he can see the relief flooding your every being. Not even when you lean forward to kiss forehead. He'll interrogate you at another time, for now, he's content to simply be the one you lean on.

🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR

Take care of yourselves guys. Please be respectful when sending your emails, protesting, etc. Everything sucks right now but don't contribute to things.

Also side note, the scheduled release for this week might be pushed back. I don't want to work on that while I'm upset. I'll try getting it out before the week ends but no promises, I'm sorry guys :<