phoenixmiko

"Thật ra cuộc đời này là một phép trừ. Gặp nhau một lần, ít đi một lần"

"Mãi sau này khi tôi không còn cơ hội gặp em nữa, lại vì nhớ nhung mà tìm em trong biển ký ức này"

Valko cancelled? I won’t allow it.

Infold didn’t run it past me so the case is dismissed 🤺

Also my babyyyyy

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 :<

In light of recent events, seeing this loading screen today really stung...

It seems "Linkon is a very inclusive place" unless your name is Valko. Then you get run out of town just 8 days after your arrival is announced. To say I'm heartbroken is an understatement...

im extra disappointed from a game standpoint because i know there was going to be a lot of lore added and explained with his introduction bc of his position that we’re now missing out on, and the potential delays in already long awaited updates that re-workshopping this change will cause.

also just genuinely surprised because at the very least, from a business standpoint, all the sunken cost for him alone feels like it should’ve been the last resort for them to do this and not the first solution, since they’ll never make any money back on him now.

Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door you’re exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You don’t even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.

Valko doesn’t say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like he’s trying to wrap you up completely.

“Bad day?” he finally murmurs, voice soft.

You nod, leaning into him. He doesn’t need more than that.

Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you don’t) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if you’re feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.

“You did so good today,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”

His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.

When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.

“I’ve got you,” he says simply. “You can rest now. I’m right here.”

You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.