M - Since we're flying out tomorrow, remind me why we're waiting until the day after to meet?
V - My flight lands at 7PM. Drinks with friends who live in town after I land. I'll be at the hotel around 11 or 12.
M - The hotel is really nice. Saves us travel time.
V - I'll rest easier knowing you're close---if I can sleep at all.
M - If you can't sleep, text me. I'm not sure I will either.
V - You can wait until tomorrow to swap details—if you want---but I'm sending mine now.
He sends a brief video clip, his name, and number. Instead of leaving him wondering, I forward my details too.
Then I open his pic.
In typical selfie fashion, he stands in front of a mirror. His face tilts slightly, eyes gazing off to the side. The tiniest glimpse of a smile tugs up one side of his lips. Slowly, his eyes cut toward the camera, his face following. He smiles and the video ends, leaving me speechless. Six seconds, if that, and I'm hooked.
I replay it again and again.
M - You're my new obsession. I'm going to climb you like a tree.
V - You're every bit as stunning as I knew you'd be.
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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...
