Viktor Hargreeves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fifthbeatle) wrote2022-12-07 09:50 am
fifthbeatle) wrote2022-12-07 09:50 am
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[for Five] - Set for December 1st at Kagura
Even though Five won't go skiing with him, Viktor accompanies him to Kagura. Elio is the featured artist. Klaus and Luther are already there. Viktor would already be there himself, but an orchestra friend had a string-related emergency and Viktor bailed her out. The music shops are closed, but Viktor is a regular and kind customer -- and he's helped out nearly every musician in the city at one point or another. They're his community, responsible for a sizeable chunk of Viktor's happiness.
The rest of it comes from his family and friends, his home, his rockin' bod and Five, now a category of his own. If you ask Viktor, the best part is that very little has changed at all. Things went back to the way they were before Five's last ill-fated jump. The long library talks are back -- a thing Viktor missed more than he knows how to express -- with some great upgrades. Instead of sitting in catty-corner on their respective couch and chair, they sit beside each other. Sometimes, instead of saying goodnight at the end of the day, they retire together.
Not like that. They haven't even kissed.
Viktor is untroubled by their glacial pace. He's grateful for it. It lacks the gnawing mania of his two most significant relationships, one a lying psychopath and the other a pipe dream, a fantasy. He doesn't worry about waking up tomorrow to a changed thing. Most of the time. Five does have a habit of taking off, but the man doesn't use his powers like he used to. Those three years alone in Empty Darrow fucked him up and good.
Obviously, when they arrive, they go straight for the alcohol. It's what they do. Viktor grabs two hot drinks and hands one over to Five. He looks out the mayhem, incredulous.
"Never a dull moment," he murmurs at the rim of his glass.
The rest of it comes from his family and friends, his home, his rockin' bod and Five, now a category of his own. If you ask Viktor, the best part is that very little has changed at all. Things went back to the way they were before Five's last ill-fated jump. The long library talks are back -- a thing Viktor missed more than he knows how to express -- with some great upgrades. Instead of sitting in catty-corner on their respective couch and chair, they sit beside each other. Sometimes, instead of saying goodnight at the end of the day, they retire together.
Not like that. They haven't even kissed.
Viktor is untroubled by their glacial pace. He's grateful for it. It lacks the gnawing mania of his two most significant relationships, one a lying psychopath and the other a pipe dream, a fantasy. He doesn't worry about waking up tomorrow to a changed thing. Most of the time. Five does have a habit of taking off, but the man doesn't use his powers like he used to. Those three years alone in Empty Darrow fucked him up and good.
Obviously, when they arrive, they go straight for the alcohol. It's what they do. Viktor grabs two hot drinks and hands one over to Five. He looks out the mayhem, incredulous.
"Never a dull moment," he murmurs at the rim of his glass.
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"This isn't how I wanted this to happen," he says. Five understands that he's been dragging his ass and that Viktor's been more patient than any person should be. And maybe he should be used to living at the whim of something deciding his fate for him. Outside of Darrow, it was the Timeline. Here, it's enchanted mistletoe.
Maybe he's just gotten used to being able to make his own decisions these days.
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This conversation was coming, one way or another. Viktor was prepared, he thought, for anything. Not to be invisibly sequestered. In the middle of a crowded room.
Maybe he could call Klaus over. He'd risk chaos, but save himself the embarrassment of being rejected in public.
His outstretched hand retreats and so does Viktor behind crossed arms. A familiar sight for sure, lacking only the convenient curtain of hair. Noplace to hide. Unable to run. This conversation has to happen now, before they can solve Viktor's problem.
Whether by patience or stubborn force of will, Viktor finds courage again.
"You're so careful about this -- u-us." Damn. Perfectly steady until now. "I thought maybe it was too weird for you."
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Either way, it's only a temporary reprieve from the seriousness of the conversation. Of course he's thought about it. Constantly since either of them first decided to actually acknowledge that they had feelings for one another. He thought about it on days he was alone in an empty Darrow, even if he wasn't quite sure he'd make it back to the present at all.
Five is aware that things have changed slightly since that day he jumped back in time. But in the ways that matter, they haven't changed at all.
His slight smile falls and he takes a breath before he speaks again.
"We're... we're taking a risk here. And if it all goes wrong... I don't think I can handle losing you again."
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Their whole clan is so bad at this part. Viktor and Klaus lead them in matters of the heart, and Viktor's feels like his only just started beating a handful of years ago.
He has to stretch his arm a little longer than is strictly comfortable to reach him, but Viktor manages to catch Five's fingers with his. He tugs to get enough to hold his hand.
"You won't," Viktor promises, confident in the math leading up to the sum. As far as Viktor knows, the only thing around with more power than the Hargreeves is the city itself -- and even that hasn't succeeded in splitting all of them apart for too long.
"Because I'll still be here. Trapped under magic mistletoe." A smile breaks out, brilliant with an anxious fray. It's unclear for which of them Viktor finds himself squeezing their hands.