M - Four more days.
V - I'm spinning.
M - I'm hugging you with my brain via our Brittney connection. Nothing will change what we already know. We're good together. We fit.
V - I feel the hug. Easy on the hippocampus, though. I'll need that to remember you.
M - Sorry, got carried away. All that Sudoku overdeveloped my brainwaves. Better?
V - You're a charm. It doesn't bother you we'll meet, hang out for five days, and then go back to our lives? Until the next show. It seems so—ordinary.
M - Nothing about us is ordinary. We're on a different wavelength where no one can reach us unless we let them in.
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Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader
FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
