Viktor/Allison drabble for @harcest-month for @pebbles-12345
Allison sweeps stray strands away from where she holds a thick lock in her hand, separating his hair in a seemingly endless pattern.
There isn't much for Viktor to guess from how Allison separates his hair into section after sections and clips them onto his scalp. She said it would make her hair look more voluminous, or whatever. Viktor couldn't care less about what it looks like.
He hears the snips of the scissors, in quick succession, and Allison tilting his head. It feels comforting to be pampered like this. Reminds him of early memories of when they were both younger.
"Ok, Now I'm gonna cut your bangs."
"Okay."
Allison looks at him, confused, "I was asking how you would like me to cut them."
"Oh. Um. Whatever you think looks good is fine."
Allison chuckles, a quiet, dry sound as she walks over to Viktor.
She grabs Viktors head, tussling his hair playfully. "You're fine with me doing whatever I want with your hair?"
"Well, I trust you to do a good job, sister."
"You trust me with so much."
Allison's voice sounds awkward even to her own ears. She sees the minute changes in his expression, calculating whether or not, an endless stream of what-ifs, his gaze diverting from hers.
"I'm growing to," He eventually says, voice flat, "I lost it a couple of times. Over the, um, years, I suppose."
He idly traces his thumb on his inner wrist, where Allison knows it's tender, but the calluses on his fingers have hardened from years of playing the violin. She also knows that that's where he would have gotten the umbrella emblem.
"But I know you did too. I would like to think you had your reasons to not trust me either."
Allison shudders under her breath, watching Viktor press a circle into his wrist.
"But, nowadays, I find myself thinking some part of me always wanted to trust you, and in some ways, always did."
She holds the scissors in her hand ever so tightly, chest swelling with a familiar feeling.
"Me too."
"Hm?"
"I always trusted you, too."
Viktor gives her a small smile, slightly unsure, as he always is, and he's standing up to embrace her.
She hugs him, unfiltered and unabashedly, squeezing him tight in her arms.
"I'm sorry for everything."
"Me too."
He meets her eyes again, and he's wearing an even more dorky smile than before.
He stands on his tiptoes, and Allison meets him in the middle.
