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trey44474
Trey :
When are we getting a reenactment of the battle on Mustafar Kat?
2025-09-17 11:23:16
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ktynn_28
kate 💿🪲❤️‍🔥 :
AHHHH, U WERE SO GOOD IM GONNA MISS PERFORMING WITH U
2025-09-17 10:15:38
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themcnoob
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I hope it went well! Sure you did amazing!
2025-09-17 18:21:05
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#MELVIK | “Kiss Me Again”  - Pre-canon melvik you have my heart! 💜  - Song: ‘Move On’ by REIL (full song dropping October 3rd!) Series: #arcane  My lovely friend (xenoguts on Ao3) wrote a small fic based off this Melvik edit, please enjoy!  🌹 It's not a long walk from the gala pavilion to her office, but this evening it seems interminably so. High windows and long shears of peach-gold sunset light sink the world into a dreamy glow – and Mel still walks with purpose, gaze fixed ahead. Very determinedly not glancing at Viktor, keeping pace at her side.  Friends, life has taught her, are hard to come by and easy to lose. It would be a humiliation beyond countenance to destroy this friendship, particularly, because of her own thoughtlessness.  They step through the office doors, and Viktor halts, watching her. In the back of Mel's mind, someone scolds her.  Too proud, too curious, too soft, too sure. The litany goes on.
#MELVIK | “Kiss Me Again” - Pre-canon melvik you have my heart! 💜 - Song: ‘Move On’ by REIL (full song dropping October 3rd!) Series: #arcane My lovely friend (xenoguts on Ao3) wrote a small fic based off this Melvik edit, please enjoy! 🌹 It's not a long walk from the gala pavilion to her office, but this evening it seems interminably so. High windows and long shears of peach-gold sunset light sink the world into a dreamy glow – and Mel still walks with purpose, gaze fixed ahead. Very determinedly not glancing at Viktor, keeping pace at her side. Friends, life has taught her, are hard to come by and easy to lose. It would be a humiliation beyond countenance to destroy this friendship, particularly, because of her own thoughtlessness. They step through the office doors, and Viktor halts, watching her. In the back of Mel's mind, someone scolds her. Too proud, too curious, too soft, too sure. The litany goes on. "Viktor, I owe you an apology," she says without preamble. "What?" She sets her fluted glass down on the desk and turns to face the windows. The vast and beautiful cityscape, sprawling its bright shapes all the way down to the harbor. "For...my goodbye," she says, softly. "Yesterday." Truth be told, she feels small and foolish. Not even two days ago, she prided herself fact that she could make him smile – her quiet sarcasm, always meant to draw his gaze. His eyes alight with the secret language she had decoded. And now... Maybe the greater humiliation was not that she grew so comfortable as to *kiss* him, but that she had assumed it was welcome, that their friendship merited that level of familiarity, or that Viktor, like her, enjoyed the easy nearness of other people. His cheek had been warm, she remembers that very vividly, and uselessly. The corner of his mouth twitched at the contact – all before she thought to catch herself. She straightens up and turns to face him. "I shouldn't have assumed. It was careless of me." Viktor frowns, his back stiffening. "I doubt anyone could ever accuse you of carelessness, Councilor." "Yes, well. We all falter from time to time. I really am sorry." Viktor's gaze fixes on her, his eyes bright in the last blush of light. "I'm not." He takes two slow steps towards her, his shoes clicking softly on the tile floor. Mel isn't so ashamed that she can't recognize the question in his posture or the delicate invitation in the space between them. But she stays where she is. "It was a kiss," Viktor says, like she could forget. When put so plainly the word sparkles. Mel moves the few short feet it takes to reach him, something delicate and fragile as gossamer humming in her chest. He's as warm as she remembers, but different this time – not surprised by her nearness. Cautiously, she rests her palm against the side of his neck. With only the faintest rush in his voice, Viktor murmurs: "You could do it again." - #melmedarda #viktorarcane #arcaneedit

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