Without knowing exactly what she's gone though, Viktor knows there is unimaginable pain in her. She's alluded to it, and Viktor wonders if he could sense it. Not in the way that Harlan taught him, but in a reflection of his own pain. It has been Viktor's experience that sensitivity and sweetness are things not all people value. In Hargreeves' case, he did his best to stamp them out of his children, but he couldn't do it. Even the one everyone thinks is unbreakable has his soft spots. The strongest of them all is also the most gentle.
Dani is sweet, gentle. Sensitive. If made it, she has the soul of a warrior or a madman, or, like Viktor, both. Whatever she is, she is smiling at Viktor like he's given her a precious gift: not the coffee but a piece of himself. And she likes it. Viktor is beaming before he has any idea how to stop it.
"Thank you," he says quietly, trying and failing to contain his grin. Instead, he takes a sip of his own coffee, and even that can't quite dull his shine. Part of him wants to let loose the flood gates and talk for hours and say all of the things he's never said. More of him wants to live his life, present and accounted for, loved by his friends and in love with his own body.
"How's work?" Viktor asks, leaning against the counter. The sheet music can wait.
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Date: 2022-07-05 10:15 pm (UTC)Dani is sweet, gentle. Sensitive. If made it, she has the soul of a warrior or a madman, or, like Viktor, both. Whatever she is, she is smiling at Viktor like he's given her a precious gift: not the coffee but a piece of himself. And she likes it. Viktor is beaming before he has any idea how to stop it.
"Thank you," he says quietly, trying and failing to contain his grin. Instead, he takes a sip of his own coffee, and even that can't quite dull his shine. Part of him wants to let loose the flood gates and talk for hours and say all of the things he's never said. More of him wants to live his life, present and accounted for, loved by his friends and in love with his own body.
"How's work?" Viktor asks, leaning against the counter. The sheet music can wait.