For Trish (aka @socktrollqueen) who’s had a really shitty week. I know it’s super short but I hope you love it anyway. Hope everything gets better.
Victor isn’t exactly known for grand romantic gestures so Trish is a little nervous when she opens the door of her apartment to find a brand new Coach purse siting at her doorstep. Stuffed inside is a gorgeous black dress made from the softest silk she’s ever felt. Well, maybe second softest if Victor’s bedsheets count… which they do… obviously. Attached to the dress is a note written in Victor’s messy albeit charming scrawl.
Dinner. 8:00. Be ready.
Because that’s not intimidating or terrifying at all. Trish knows better than to expect anything different. You don’t date an assassin and get rainbows and cupcakes 24/7. Sometimes Victor forgets how to act like a human and yeah, it gets scary, but he always makes it up to her. Usually with a night of unforgettable sex. But Victor’s been sweet all week. Doting even. Why the sudden dinner date?
Oh no, Trish thinks. He’s going to break up with me. But why buy her all this new, expensive stuff? Consolation prizes. Thanks for playing the game, babe. You lose. No, stop thinking like that. There’s no reason to think like that.
But Anxiety is a deaf bitch who doesn’t understand sign language either, so she shows up unwanted and never leaves.
Almost never leaves.
Victor knocks on the front door (even though it’s also his apartment, so there’s literally no need for him to do that unless he’s lost his keys again… which is a whole other story). Trish has one last final though of ohgodohgodohgod before Anxiety decides she’s now a bored bitch and heads home for a while. Until Victor drives the car to the richest part of town and stops at the nicest restaurant Trish has ever seen in her life. Then Anxiety decides she’s once again deaf and pops back up for round two.