Since You Joined Valorant, Skye Immediately Noticed That You Were Avoiding Her. You Changed Direction

Since you joined Valorant, Skye immediately noticed that you were avoiding her. You changed direction when you met her in the corridors, never sat beside her in the VLR/T before missions or straight up went out of the room when she sometimes joined a conversation you were in with another agent.

It was a pity, really, because you made a very good impression on her.

She often wondered if she offended you in some way. But she had not seen any hostility from you towards her. She even asked herself if you knew she existed. You never looked at her. Your eyes always glided on her as if she was an element of the decor.

Of course, other agents ended up noticing. They wondered what happened between you two for you to completely ignore Skye's existence. Agents like Jett, Phoenix and Yoru started betting on what could be the reason of such avoidance from you. Other agents like Gekko, Clove and Neon theorized on what could have happened between you two. Did you know each other before joining Valorant ? A heavy argument maybe ? These three could spend hours speculating on what was the problem between you two.

But one day, she managed to catch you as you went out of Sage's office.

"Wait !"

And for the first time, you looked at her. You kept your distance but you looked at her. She could finally feel your eyes on her and she felt the goosebumps on her skin under the intensity of your gaze. You waited, your stare neutral but your body indicated that you wanted to go away.

No. That you needed to go away.

"Did I do something wrong ?" she asked. "Did I offend you in some way ?"

You shook your head, your stare not moving.

"Then why are you avoiding me ?"

"You're manipulating plants I'm allergic to."

And you just walked away like nothing happened.

She wasn't expecting that. Your health was literally in danger in her presence. Still, she would have liked to know that in advance. At least, Skye now knew. If she could help you with your allergies, maybe she would finally be able to know you better.

"You look so pissed," you snorted. "Not so fast anymore, huh ?"

And Neon did indeed look annoyed. The embarassed scowl on her face as she had difficulty staying put on her legs made you chuckle softly. She was clinging to you, her fingers clenching your top in a desperate attempt to keep her balance.

"Stop laughing," she hissed.

The scowl on her face deepened when your laugh boomed across the ice rinks, your chest shaking against hers. You started to drag her across the ice, your grip tightened around her waist as she squealed in panic.

"Don't let me fall !"

"Never," you reassured her.

She admired how at ease you seemed on the ice. She discovered an aspect of your personality that she loved so much. You were more confident on the ice, graceful, calmer. She felt so clumsy in comparison. You were the soft breeze caressing the ice and she was the inelegant flicker you were waltzing with, taking her away in your gentle squall.

"You didn't tell me you liked ice skating," she said.

You looked at her and tilted your head slightly, watching her uncoordinated body movements with a loving amusement.

"Well, since you introduced me to your passion for race and jog, I thought it was only fair to initiate you to the ice," you led her during a bend, grinning when she clung more to your chest. "I admit that it is also a revenge for all those time you mocked me during our jog."

Neon clicked her tongue in annoyance and tensed once more when you spinned with her in your arms.

"Don't pout," you smiled and pressed a soft peck on her cheek. "At least you have an excuse to cling onto me."

Books were doors leading to other worlds to which the keys were hidden in the readers' mind. Deadlock knew that very well. That was why she used books as an escapism. Works of horrific fiction were her favorite. After numerous missions, she ended up numbed. She lacked sensations. Sensations that she missed and found in horror novels. Novels that she sometimes shared with Iso who also lacked the feeling of adrenaline.

When she needed a new novel, she came to you. You were her book supplier. Your dorm room literally looked like a bookshop. You had among your shelves different types of book to which one could find the most disgusting, deranged, horrific, unhinged and skin crawling stories humanity could find. Even Fade bowed her head to the nightmares sealed among the pages. Even someone as stoic as Iso grimaced to some books you lent him.

In need of a new reading, she knocked on your door and you invited her in.

"So," you kneeled down towards your lower shelf. "How did you find your reading ?"

Deadlock put down the novel you leant her on your desk. Her eyes landed on an open notebook.

"Where on earth did you find that novel ?" she asked.

"You're always asking the same question." you chuckled. "Aren't you tired of repeating yourself ?"

When you turned towards her with a new book, you froze. She had one of your notebooks in her hand and was flipping through the pages.

"Give it back—"

"You're writing ?" she interrupted you.

You snatched the notebook from her grasp and sighed.

"It's just a draft," you shook your head. "It's...it's not ready, yet."

Deadlock raised an eyebrow and sat on your bed.

"I came here for a very specific kind of reading and my gut is telling me that you have exactly what I need." she pointed at the notebook in your hand.

She was also curious. What nightmarish world did you put onto paper ? How would she feel if she could wander in it ?

"It is a draft, Deadlock." you repeated with a sigh.

"A draft is destined to be read anyway," she shrugged. "If you don't want me to read it, you could read it to me."

You looked at her, then back at your notebook. Deadlock's eyes travelled on the other drafts on your desk. You already possessed so many books, so many inspirations. What could you possibly be writing down ? What did you already write ?

"Okay," you finally accepted. "I hope you didn't eat."

You sat down beside her and opened the first pages. You took a deep breath. Deadlock got comfortable on your bed and looked at you, eager to hear your draft.

" ‘Once upon a time, the Netherworld falling from the sky...’ "

Reyna loved drinking wine. She enjoyed the fruity taste that stroked her tongue and the hint of alcohol tickling her senses. She enjoyed taking a glass of wine while admiring the sun setting in the ocean. She even had her own spot on the roof of the base.

Who would have thought that she'd share these moments with you of all people ?

"The only thing missing is a soft music," you murmured as you took a sip of your glass.

Reyna was not one to share. When she liked something, she kept it, yet, you were one of the rare exceptions.

"Music ?" she repeated, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes music," you nodded, your eyes not leaving the sunset. "So I could dance with you."

She just hummed and poured herself another glass. She would hardly admit that sharing this moment with you made her feel at peace. And now that she had this instant, she would not let it go. She would not share with anyone.

Vax'ildan was so worried. He noticed the slight wince at each movement you made. He noticed the slight hitch in your breathing. He noticed the slight frown on your face when you thought people were not looking. When it came to you, Vax'ildan always noticed.

Vax'ildan was also somehow scared. Scared that you would shut him out the very second he would brought the subject of your wound on the table. He knew how stubborn you were, how you would roll your eyes at his concerns and wave him off. He knew you would scowl at him if he talked to Keyleth or Pike about the wound you were obviously hiding.

Somehow, he also felt slightly offended that you underestimated his observations skills. But he must admit that your acting skills deserved the highest praises. He watched you drinking and laughing with Grog and Pike from afar, a thoughtful frown on his face. People were still celebrating in the inn and alcohol was still on everybody's tongue. He observed you taking very small sip of your drink, not even flinching when Grog patted your back. And he waited. He knew you'd excuse yourself very soon.

And ten minutes later, like he predicted, you stood up from your chair to ascend the stairs leading to the rooms of the inn. He swiftly and discreetly followed you. But he was apparently not careful enough because the moment your hand grabbed the doorknob, your reflexes kicked in and you threw a dagger in his direction. He dodged it and the weapon stucked in the wall behind him.

"Fierce as always, love," he chuckled.

You just sighed and went in your room and of course, he followed you. You knew that it was useless to try to stop him since he was as stubborn as you were.

"I don't need any of your speeches," you hissed, walking towards the room's bathroom.

"Alright," he said simply, his steps still following yours.

"Nor any of your mockeries or lessons."

"Very well."

You casually lifted your top and slowly took off your used bandages. Without any words, Vax'ildan grabbed the alcohol and wordlessly disinfected your injury, ignoring your glare. He felt you tensing under his touch as he cleaned your skin.

"I could do it myself," you muttered.

"I don't doubt that."

He looked up at you and saw you rolling your eyes. He hold back a chuckle and grabbed a new clean bandage to wrap it around your wound.

"Please, don't worry me like that," he murmured.

"What did I say about speeches and lessons ?" you sighed.

"It is a request, love," he said as he finished taking care of your gash.

You looked up at him and if Vax'ildan wasn't so observant, he would have missed how your eyes softened slightly.

"Very well," you scoffed with a fake haughtiness. "Your request has been heard."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. He then took your hand and led you to the bed, laughing quietly at your heatless glare.

"You'll see Pike in the morning," he said and rolled his eyes when he heard you huffing. "And it is non-negotiable."

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