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[valeria-fortnite]

[ Being stuck watching the world through the eyes of a twenty-year-old model with an eating disorder certainly wasn't pleasant but it was moreso mortifying watching how easily she swooned over both her future husband and then the man who Price assumed they were actually married to. Okay, Valeria found that assumption much more embarrassing than anything else during that curse. ]

[ Mentally she shakes off the memories, not wanting to ruin the night before it's even begun. This wasn't about Price, or the Prince or anything inbetween. This was about the setting sun and the warmth of the lights. ]

[ They're glad they slowed down when they did since it allowed them to truly appreciate the decorations and the scent of roses in the air. The string lights add a haze to the air that Valeria appreciates to the point that she even reaches up to gaze her fingertips against a few of them as she takes in the full view. ]

[ Her eyes pan over the roses across the railings, brought back to old memories of the same being done at her home in Reckless. Eyes dropping for a moment she toys with the diamond bracelet around her wrist before looking back up to Midas with a smile and clear eyes. This wasn't about the past, not now, not when he looks at her like that. ]

"Underdressed?"

[ Valeria can't help how indignantly she echos the sentiment, half of a laugh bubbling from her as she meets him halfway. ]

"κούκλα, the day I find you underdressed is the day I worry that you've swapped bodies with someone else. Perhaps Chance."

[ The teasing is light and she responds to his mirth in kind, eyes gleaming with affection as she easily puts her hand--her trust--in his. Even if she raises an eyebrow at his question, unconvinced of his reasoning but happily indulging him with a roll of her eyes. ]

"Of course, we wouldn't want you to get a cold."

[ Her other hand slips onto his shoulder and she bridges the gap between them with a smile, looking up to him. ]

"You do look really good, Midas, I wish there were more excuses to see you in a full suit. I'm surprised though, last I asked I was told that you weren't too fond of Valentine's Day."

[ Realizing the Freudian slip a second too late she looks down to the tattoos on his neck instead, pink dusting at her cheeks like she was a teenager again. It made them wonder for a second if the effects of the curse weren't totally gone. ]

[A bouquet of a dozen, deep red roses and two boxes are set out for Valeria on her vanity. One, a larger heart-shaped box with a gold bow. A classic filled with chocolates of different kinds. Darks, cherry filled, caramel, the works. 

The other is a smaller box sitting on top. Same color, same gold bow. Inside is a pair of earrings. They are long with four dangled diamonds. Each a little bigger than the last, and in four colors; Clear, yellow, orange, and red. The metal holding them together is gold. A letter sits with both boxes.]

αγάπη μου, Valeria

I know a box of chocolates, flowers and jewelry are a terrible cliche. This entire holiday is, really. I've never put much stock in Valentine's Day, thinking it just an event made up to sell cards and heart shaped things.

However, I haven't had someone who I'm so honored to think of as "mine" in recent years. So, a cliche display of affection it will be. For you. 

And since we are running with the romantic mood of the holiday, allow me a moment to wax poetic.

My phoenix made of fire and passion,

If you were to be the sun, I would still be Icarus

Even on wings of wax, I would fly towards you 

Meet me on the deck when you are able (or when you are done wincing at the sap). The crew will be having a party, so we have the space to ourselves. We missed New Year's, let me try and make it up to you. 

-Midas

{ @king-midas-fortnite }

[ Valeria's curse ended sometime in the night between the setting of the moon and the light of late morning, much to her own relief. Even if she had woken up gasping for air and clawing at her back. ]

[ Waking up in her actual room was just as jarring as she thought it'd be and she refused to acknowledge herself until she had taken a shower cold enough to make her lips blue and asked Midas for her golden bands and ring back after nearly knocking him off his feet in a hug. ]

[ Finally awake and moving the rest of the day had been pleasant greetings and giving away her (thankfully) preplanned gifts for the crew: A new set of surveillance equipment for Skye, custom brass knuckles for Brutus, Crisp new outfits entirely for both Marigold and Tina alongside new gun harnesses for both. The rest of the yacht had gotten baked goods like cookies and a few cherry pies, made in a bit of a rush by Valeria herself to keep her mind off of the curse. ]

[ Night comes before she knows it and by the time she comes out of her second shower of the day she finds Midas' gifts, cooing at the earrings before reading the note. It's enough to make every worry melt like the wax wings he speaks of in the poem and it brings a smile to her face, remembering the time she had asked to see his poems sometime. It felt...intimate that he made one just for her. ]

[ Quickly she stashes the note away with the others before rushing to blow dry her hair, slipping one of the roses free and tucking it into her hair after snapping off the thorns. Valeria takes a moment to question what to wear before they pick the dress that Midas had also gifted them only a month ago alongside the new earrings. ]

[ When she glances into the mirror before leaving to the deck she feels...a heavy happiness. Valeria doesn't acknowledge the shadow behind her as she swiftly makes her way to the deck, only slowing as she hears the distant music from the crew on the cliff. ]

"I find the sappiness to be welcome beyond words actually, Midas."

[ They speak up once they actually see him, smiling with affection that reaches her eyes and burns in her veins. ]