==> Victoria: Prepare to face the music.
You’re more than fine with V hauling you up and carrying you around. You like it. It gives you an excuse to lean into her and smell her neck, because it smells really nice, and she feels nice, and there’s nothing quite intimidating about her, not like you felt that first time you saw her, not back when everything was in forms of eights, and your entire body hissed spider, spider, spider bitch.
But hold up.
Who the motherfuck is this guy?
Staring at the taller boy as he approached, your head tips towards V’s, bumping against her cheek as you lean back to get a look at him. Up close, your eyes won’t focus anymore, and he smells almost as good as V. What was up with that?
Your feet don’t cooperate as you are lead, kind of stumbling here and there, a deep chuckle escaping you as you realize it’s probably for naught, and you probably should have stayed at the station. You could have disappeared into the jail cell and everyone would be safe and no one would have come to look for you and things were probably better that way, right?
And V’s still holding you, so you hide the thoughts in her smell, and in this guy’s smell, until you’re outside in the blinding sun and on the curb, leaning against the car. Staring up at them, this kid that V’s spending time with is quite the sight. He’s lean and wide at once, and he looks like a good guy. That’s good, that’s nice, there’s not enough of those in the world, good for V. Your eyes flutter closed.
“Mi aRaÑa,” you coo up at her, eyes peeling open one at a time, “WhY yOu In ThE sHeRiFf StAtIoN? bAd PlAcE tO bE lOoKiNg FoR a DeAlEr.”
You unlock the car with steadying fingers. You’re not sure what had just happened… you… brain-washed a group of cops?
You’re almost droning out what Tyler’s telling you- yeah, you know, you knew when you saw his face in the doorway. But this is the least of your problems now because fuck. Fuck. You can use her powers. Sure, you feel mentally drained as hell, but there’s no other explanation for what you just did.
“Help me get him inside,” you ask quietly as you pull Gamada back up and let him lean onto you, his question a hot breath against your cheek and ear.
“Good place to be looking for things you think you’ve lost,” you state instead, letting Tyler help you seat him up. You don’t really think much of it, you proceed to half straddle him to straighten him up and strap him in. “And it was your lucky day, Gam.” You lock your deep blue eyes into his hooded ones. You would have thought you’re seeing things, or convince yourself you are any other day, but now you don’t even question why they hint onto violet. You feel a headache coming even wore than before, nerves bulging, and your hand slips up, nearly tenderly, to tuck messy curls out of his face. “Don’t puke in my car, ok?” you order, before you straighten up again, lips a thin, worried line.
“Get in, we’re going home,” you tell Tyler, you don’t even notice your hand lingering on his hip as you guide him back to close the door. The moment you do, though, you pull it back as if the contact suddenly burned you. You’re around the back of the car and in the driver’s seat faster than you thought possible with the blowing ache between your eyes.
“We’ll get him showered,” you dictate as you pull out of the parking lot, trying to keep focused, “then let him get his shit together. He’ll leave when he does, he always does.”
There’s something you’re forgetting, isn’t there? Yes… yes there is. Focus Vris- Victoria. Your name’s still Victoria, damnit. “Food… we’ll need food.” You chance a glance at Tyler then, a contained hope in your tone. “You can cook, right?”
God he stinks. Boozed up, out of his mind. A dope fiend, a waste of space, weight on society… all the words your dad taught you flow into your head.
But wow, there’s just something about the way he speaks that makes you almost lose your grip of him as you help him to the car.
You stand looking for the longest time as Vic literally ties him into the car and then once she walks past you you snap out of it, nodding to words you barely heard.
“Shower? Yeah, sure… uh…” You’d like to say something witty, but you keep glancing back at the other guy and wonder exactly what their history is.
“Yeah… uh, yeah I can cook… a bit… I’ll make some bbq, from your balcony… that cool?”