#vctoires

━━  ❀ Scarlet lips stretch into a SLOW SMILE under neon lights of the city below - “Woo Seo Yeon-ssi?” The newest addition to their scattered little...FAMILY at Eden, one he ought to make a PROPER introduction to - a proper welcome.  “Ah, forgive my impertinence  - I’m a bit of a FAN, you see.” Black eyed gaze lingers momentarily on her silhouette. “...It’s a PITY, isn’t it?”

——     “  and   you   weren’t   involved   ?  ”   →   @vctoires​   !

“i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s going on.” layre peered from behind the antique shop counter, peeling her gaze from a stack of papers - someone’s dissertation draft already peppered with strikes and comments in bold capital letters, slaughtered by her hands all stained with bloody red ink.

Dark brown eyes trail the palimpsestic lines carved onto the stretch of ice before them. The air inside the rink is cold, crisp, and insipid. But laughter, bright and young, cuts it into tinier, more palatable fragments. Allows them more room to breathe. Still, Ginny stands frozen next to her niece, arms crossed before her chest and mouth set in a hard line.

She has lived long enough to see death and destruction pry dreams away from her friends’ hands. From family’s. When the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, she didn’t think she’d have to witness it again.

There’s nothing Ginny can say to make Victoire feel better. At least not now. Not when the scars have barely sealed themselves shut. “Do you regret it?” she asks instead, eyes refusing to leave the children playing on the rink. “The sport, I mean. Do you regret ever starting?”