#vibraqua

no they don’t get along

Annalise blushes bashfully, looking down at her own hands clasped together in front of her. She had never really noticed how worn and calloused they were until they were pointed out. Perhaps she did work herself too hard.

* ♕         ›       Oh no one had to send Malva to retrieve Siebold when he left so abruptly. If anything the others weren’t fast enough to offer they talk in her stead. Anyone but Malva. Goodness knows she’s ready to spar with him over the most minute detail on a bad day. 

        Incredibly, this was a very bad day.

Flare was heading important operations that didn’t go unseen. Their mission was going at a steadfast pace towards their ultimate goal so being under the radar was becoming hard especially now that it’s caught her colleague’s attention.

“ If you’re going into a potentially life threatening space hot headed like this you’re endangering a lot more then yourself you know. You’re not risking all of us trying to rescue you. ” Her reply was barely contained carrying a terse growling note. “ These meetings aren’t for fun, they’re for strategy -- something an Elite should especially take seriously. We see the threat at hand and we make intelligent moves forward. ”

‘ Something you seem to lack- ’ Was something so incredibly hard to keep at the tip of her tongue thankfully behind tight, pursed lips. 

❝ I'm so happy you were able to join me today, mon cher ami. ❞ Valerie was like a ray of sunlight, due to the warmth of her smile that cast a soft light. Following movements done more times than she could count, the gym leader poured herself and Siebold cups of tea, then placed his own down before him on its decorated saucer.

At the center of the table was a platter bearing macarons and madeleines, all prepared with her own hands (in part thanks to Siebold's past tutelage). Laying the pitcher down on its own saucer nearby the platter, Valerie sat down at the other side of the table with practiced poise.

“It shouldn’t matter,”  Octavius echoed, leaning back in his seat, and drumming his fingers against his armrest,  “and yet, here you are.”

He took a long, languid drag of his cigarette, drawing it to but a narrow stub. Holding in the smoke, Octavius crushed it down into the overcrowded ash tray before, finally, releasing the smoke through his nares. It felt familiar, comfortable; it certainly helped dilute his sense of smell, which would otherwise be overwhelming.

The smog of tobacco clouded his sight for a few brief moments, before unveiling the man before him.

octavius is quite a romantically constipated individual, which, i'm sure, comes as a surprise to no one. it's difficult for him to pinpoint if he's currently fallen for someone, though he finds it easier to look and acknowledge ( and mourn ) retrospectively. his obsession with the past has unfortunately amplified tenfold since having been shot forth into modern times.

signs are usually physical, rather than verbal. some signs include:

prolonged staring, even when mutual eye contact has since lapsed,

prolonged presence, which is also important because he usually prefers solitude,

small gifts. they're often not associated with typically romantic things, like chocolates or flowers, but rather, items associated with conversational mentions or topics, regardless of how mundane it is. this means, yes, if you mentioned something casually like. oh, i broke my jar opener and i need another one, just haven't had the time to get one! he will probably get you one,

cooking! he enjoys cooking, is decent at it too. not a modern chef's level, mind you, but he is really good at nomadic cooking. very intuitive, knows what herbs work and what not, also knowing if something's poisonous or otherwise harmful to digest doesn't hurt too! unfortunately, he has diminished in how much he cooks, nowadays. it's something he'd get back into for the right situation or person,

Serious by the Chainsmokers is a pretty good one; with some gems of lyrics like "Then I'll give you the illusion of feeling love I'll change your point of view 'til you feel enough" and "I hope that you choose to be mine" like, it's just so sweet??? it's a very slowburn/arospec friendly take on it imo. And just accurate. cupid-brained ass motherfuckers collected here- The sighing noise specifically in the background tho, I've stated has Zivan Vibes.