#valheri

no matter how long he may be gone, it is an unspoken rule that moreau must seek out his PINK CATASTROPHE of night city before doing anything else. there's plenty of other tasks he should be handling upon returning such as paperwork and meetings to attend at arasaka tower, but detours are made because this time is different. new rumors has sent the man into a quiet panic, tensions rising more when it takes several days to track her down. even so, a secluded balcony eventually awaits REUNION and dimitri find himself standing beside her familiar form in silence, words failing him in the moment. "i thought you were dead." a whispered murmur, barely rising over cars honking down on the streets below.

Outfit Headcanons (accepting)

Brianne is a philanthropist and occasionally attends black-tie fundraising galas. For these events, she will splurge on the gown, don a piece or two of expensive jewelry, and have her hair and makeup done professionally. Her ensembles are always classy, but when including an open back or exposed shoulders and neckline, she’s feeling a little risqué for someone usually so covered up. Looking at herself in the mirror, she might remark in her usual reserved tone, “Oh. I don’t look half-bad."

❝ this is why you don’t bring back fallen warriors.  sooner or later, they’re going to see everything they fought for’s turned to shit. ❞

     she is not looking at him, gaze cast somewhere into the mottled darkness that stretches endless and black beyond thick glass. he watches her quietly, studies the manufactured gleam in her pupils and how they glitter in the absence of light. his optics whir, correct, as he realizes he’s staring, and he looks down at his hands instead, at the seams and bolts that make up his palms, his fingers, that cut through either side of his forearms. silence is dangerous, he has found. it must be filled.

     he is speaking before he gives himself permission too, does not know what leaves him until his voice tilts at the end in an obvious question. but OR-10N does not take it back, does not feel any sense of embarrassment or humiliation at introspection. it is an important step in personal growth.

     “ if i speak and nobody listens, how do i know if i made a sound? ”

            𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴 .    it still burns ;    a dim little orange glow at his feet .      he’d been trying to get off them --------------------    after everything ,   the least he could do is look after his body now he’s got a second chance at life .          𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 .      but ,   hell ,   every now and again the urge comes creeping back in and he’s never been the best at putting aside his vices .      and now ,    looking at 𝐕 again ,   it’s like those urges are being amplified .                              𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗢𝗗𝗗 ,   𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗗 .    they shared that body once upon a time .                [   OR YOU COULD SAY THEY FOUGHT OVER IT .   ]         now he just feels weirdly distant .                                                             wanting independence was easier when he didn’t have it .

❛  v,  hey.  ❜  samara greets with a heavy sigh,  ❛  don’t  suppose  you’re  here  for  coffee  or  somethin’  benign,  right?  ❜