MLQC Oneshots

Without Thinking (Victor)

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i don't remember writing this (as always) and its short but i think the point comes across lmao

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The sunlight grows dimmer in his office. The icey mask of formality melts slowly upon the young CEOs face, and as the end of the day approaches, he feels the sense of relaxation creeping over his shoulder.

Not completely though. There were still forms to sign and emails to look over, but in this small, conflicting moment, he feels calmer, at the very least.

Calm enough, that he's moved his workplace completely.

Sitting on the couch at the opposite end of his office, he leans back against the plush cushions with a laptop resting on its arm. His glasses rest on the tip of his nose as he scrolls through his messages in silence. The quiet click of his trackpad was the only noise that could be heard. That, and the tapping of a keyboard from the girl sitting right beside him.

Often enough she would be working with other employees on the main floor, or even with Goldman helping to fulfill his tasks. It isn't so unusual for her to be here, he knows. And with that, it wasn't usual for her to be sitting beside him.

The silence is comfortable. Comfortable enough that he doesn't hear when the typing stops, and the quiet turns still.

He doesn't feel the warmth covering his hand laying flat in the small space between him. He doesn't think as his hand turns over, grasping her palm and entwining their fingers. The action comes so naturally to them both, that neither say anything for what feels like such a long while.

But this isn't unusual either. He's seen her interactions with others. Her arms linking with Anna as they walked, a hand grasping the popstar's shoulder as she grabbed his attention, and the hug they shared with a smile so bright it could light up a room.

There is nothing special about this interaction they share. It's mindless and second-nature to her. And to him, he accepts it. Because, in truth, he'd accept most everything she'd offer him.

But that wasn't to say it didn't make him feel...something.

Something he couldn't explain in words. He wanted to hold her and be nothing if not hers, if that made any sense at all. That feeling; he drowns in it. It's stupid and childish and naive.

But time moves on. The door opens, and Victor is left to sink.