this is weird soup { vali x lionel }

The moon had just reached its peek when I stepped onto the rooftop. Sleep had eluded me, and when it become obvious that my lying in bed thinking about all the different ways I had disappointed my father because I had been reaped threatened to have me pulling out my hair... I had decided that I needed a distraction. Entering the elevator the thought had struck me true and hard: it was not my fault. It was not my fault that I was here, that my name had been called, and that my father had been royally disappointed.

So fuck you pops!! I had silents screamed. and it had somehow had some of the tension slipping from my shoulders. I hadn't realised how damned good it had felt until that very moment to just screw you dad and to simply not give a fuck. Which was a lie, because I totally did give a fuck, but thats okay, I could continue lying to myself, and I would until it started to feel real.

However, on the roof all thoughts of my father and my inability sleep fled my mine instantly. Standing before me was Vali Forrester. The unnerving girl from Seven. In fact, more often than not, those from 7 with the last name Forrester tended to come off as a little... well... Unhinged and straight up crazy. And Vali Forrester didnt seem to be an exception. There was something unnvering about the girl that had the tension in my shoulders returning as I tried to casually slip my hands into the pockets of my jeans, an easy (yet, somewhat tight) grin slipping onto my lips.

"You're up late. Doing some weird voodoo shit?"