For whitehairedprettyboy.

[diabolarchy]

[He'd spent a month not visiting Valmont at all. Not kidnapping him, not barging into his home unannounced, nothing.

Unbeknownst to Valmont, that was a month of seriously uncharacteristic self-reflection. A month where he'd had the inklings of Actual Feelings being involved and decided to squash them by not seeing Valmont for a while.

It hadn't worked. The more he avoided Valmont, the more he wanted to see him, until finally, one night-]

Valmoooooont~

[-he gave in.

Now he announces himself by draping himself over Valmont's shoulder. They're alone in his bedroom, which Valmont is probably thankful for.]

Did you miss me?

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Right now he'd prefer Satanick have not quite so many favorite things about him, thanks. ]

I consider myself so fortunate.

[ It's a testament to the deeply ingrained nature of British snark that Valmont's able to go completely deadpan in a situation like this. ]

[diabolarchy]

You should ♥

[The ability to ignore sarcasm is one of the traits Satanick prizes most in himself.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ It'd be nice if he had fewer of those too, come to think of it. ]

I hate you.

[ That much, at least, isn't sarcasm. ]

[diabolarchy]

I'll make sure you love me soon ♥

[He can do it. Of course he can. He has to do it.

There's n o o t h e r w a y.]