{{Unedited}} Vincent glared at all of them, “Once more. This time, you plant the spike.” He started to walk, but paused, “Oh, and I’m calling a team captain.” They all looked at him with expectant, curious, eyes. “It’s Austin.” Vincent jogged behind the boxes and columns where Marielle had defused, picked up the box, …
{{Unedited}} Vincent urged them all towards the middle of the room and stared them all down. “What did we learn from this experience?” No one spoke for a long while. Finally, Austin blurted out, “We were all worried about Marielle.” Everyone turned to him. “Well, I mean, not worried, but-” Sabine interrupted him, “Distracted …
{{Un-edited}} Han wandered into Marielle’s office, and sat silently on the couch. She hadn’t knocked, or asked permission to come in, she had just done it. Marielle knew that she was there, but she didn’t acknowledge her for a moment. She was finishing signing a paper in Sasha’s folder. Then she dated it- September …
{{Unedited}} Marielle sat up in bed, and glanced over at Vincent. He appeared asleep, laying on his side, clutching his pillow – her, in his dreams, anyway – to his body, and he was softly snoring. The nightstand held his glasses, and the equipment from his body. The rifle – Tour De Force – was …
Five o’clock hit, and many of the others had already finished their time in the training room. Marielle went to Vincent, who bore all of the signs of exhaustion: red eyes, sweaty face, stiff jaw. He probably needed food. Austin looked far worse, but he was busy chatting up Han. Vincent held her for a …
Eventually, the swirling purple and black storm dissipated, but several of the other Valorant members wanted to go inside of it first. Like children, they took turns darting in and out and experiencing the darkness that surrounded them. Kiritani said that you could almost see a storm brewing, lightning and all. Marielle had agreed. When …
When Marielle ran into the lab, Vincent’s eyes widened in concern. He stopped what he was doing with Sabine and Klara and rushed to her, enfolding her in his arms protectively. “Oh, Masin, what’s wrong?” Klara hurried to her side as well, putting a comforting hand on Marielle’s back, and Sabine also came over, despite …
Han took Marielle’s arm under hers and flicked some of her white hair back from her face as they walked to Marielle’s office, giggling a little. She dragged Marielle through the door and shut it behind them. “Okay, so spill,” she said quietly, pulling Marielle to the couch with her to sit. Marielle flushed and …
Vincent was careful not to disturb Marielle as he reached over her lovely frame, which was covered by the white sheet. He shut off the beeping alarm that had infiltrated his nightmare and brought him back to reality. Unlike so many others, the nightmare hadn’t ended with Marielle’s death. He hadn’t woken up in a …
Marielle went to the desk where Vincent’s glasses were and brought them to him as he readjusted his tie. “Ah,” he said with a nod as he took them from her and fitted them back over his face, pressing them up the bridge of his nose. She wondered how they were ever going to rejoin …