They're at a trampoline park, because his younger siblings wanted to be. “Ask your brother to chaperone,” his parents had said to his siblings.
“Bring along ton bon petit ami,” His parents had said to him, “and leave your siblings be, have a good date, we just need someone to fetch them home.”
Vil doesn't like trampoline parks. More accurately speaking, the model doesn't like to be in a public space of vulnerability. Acutely, Adela doesn't like Vil in a public space without bodyguards or anyone else around.
Vil had taken his hand and frowned.
Vil hadn't said a word.
But it'd been clear enough.
Rook isn't anyone.
“Roi du Poison,” He tugs on Vil's hand and smiles, gesturing at the vague pit of sponge beneath them. Countless other children have leapt off this ledge and into the abyss of unsanitary sponges. But right now, it's noon time, and the children's parents are all beckoning them for lunch. So it's just them two, standing on the edge of the mock cliff, staring into the imperfect sponges. “It'll be fun. We are here for fun, non?”
“You're not going to pull me down with you, are you?” Vil only arches an eyebrow in response, distastefully looking away. “You're not going to, Rook. Right?”
“Bien sûr.” He laughs, and lets go of Vil's hand, to the model's surprise. “Mais bien sûr.”
Without looking — the pit is empty — he smiles back at Vil, and falls backwards, five metres down into a pit of sponge.
I'll fall first.
He's almost in the pit when he can't see that head of blond anymore.
He's almost in the pit when he's greeted with a flash of blond wisps, and purple eyes come into view.
You'll fall later.
Like a rhythmic pattern, over and over again, as he brushes bits and flecks of sponge out of Vil's frown, and Vil does the same, staring at him for a hard moment, before the frown finally melts into a small smile.
It's always been like this.
He takes in a breath, and leans in, toppling against Vil's thinner frame, sinking against the sponges as he presses a kiss to Vil's lips, a kiss as soft as the sponges.
I fell first, and you fell harder.
I'll fall first, and you'll fall after.
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🏹👑 Rookvil Collection~
Fanfictioncollection of some of the stuff I've written for the two of them since july '22! i just copy from my ao3 so likely there's more there, if you're looking for more :D also, i mainly tag it as rookvil/rkvl and say it as such, but I don't imply any of t...
