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No worries, babe, they’ll never find the body. // open to: veritas
Valerius felt the disturbance of energy before she ever saw anyone step foot in the otherwise empty lunch room. She was pretty apt at identifying the members of Veritas by their general energy signatures, or their “vibes” as Jaehyun had once called them, and right away Valeri could tell that something wasn’t quite right with whoever was about to round that corner. She peered over the pages of the novel she wasn’t able to focus on and greeted the newcomer with a nod, and the simplest “Hey, love.”
Her eyes darted back to the pages in an attempt to mind her own fucking business, but the energy radiating off them in waves was thick. Something wasn’t quite right, and it didn’t exactly take an empath like herself to figure that out. Body language spoke volumes. Not necessarily as loud as vibes, but loud enough that she couldn’t just ignore it. A small sigh passed through her red-painted lips as she set her book down.
“Babe, I say this with the utmost love in my heart. Really, I do. You look like a fuckin’ mess.” the demon spoke with a tone that left no room for argument as she gestured widely at the general vicinity of her company. “And your energies are all wrong. Out of whack. C’mon, spill. What’s wrong, doll?”
Q’s head still hurt hours after the fact, still haunted with the echo of his own skull hitting his kitchen table. It was Quinn’s fault, and he’d stand by that statement— the shithead refused to take over, what else was he supposed to do? The dryad was a pain in the ass sometimes, but it had never gotten so bad that he actually allowed the body to be vacant for long enough to crumple to the floor. That was something new, and it was entirely the fault of some guy. Well. It was about more than just the guy— or perhaps not about the guy at all but rather the implication of what he took with him when he left. Q hated the fact that he was so in tune with Quinn’s emotions to understand that much. When had he become so empathetic?
The leader stepped into the lunch room, bee-lining for the fridge in order to simply grab a bottle of water and wash down some pain meds (which he’d snatched from the infirmary while Yunho was out— there was no reason to make his older brother worry, not when Quinn wouldn’t talk about it anyway) before returning to his office to shut himself in for the rest of the day as planned. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention to who was already occupying the space, so when Val’s voice broke the silence of the room, he nearly flinched. Why the fuck was he so jumpy? It was like Quinn was actually making an impression on him or something. Q spared his supposed friend an apathetic glance of acknowledgement as he reached into the fridge, relieved when she averted her eyes to mind her own business. He didn’t mind Val’s company, not really— even if she felt far too familiar and comfortable for his taste sometimes— but right now he just wanted to lock himself away for as long as he could possibly manage.
An annoyed sigh escaped the demon’s lips as she spoke up again, eyes squeezed shut as if losing field of view would just make her disappear. He wished that was how it worked. Q counted to three in his head, then to four for good measure, before he closed the fridge and turned around to face Valeri. “I’m fine. I’m just tired and I have a massive headache.” He wanted to leave it at that, sidestep the conversation, and leave the room, he really did. But there was an aura about Val that always made him feel like he could talk, convinced him to be open for once in his life. She claimed they’d been close before... well, everything. He might not believe it if it weren’t for moments like this. “...The fuckin’ fairy’s getting on my last fuckin’ nerve,” he tacked on, muttering the words through his teeth, before quickly tossing back the pills in his hand and washing them down with a long gulp of water.
















