Room 335 - Thursday Night (NFB and locked to everyone)
Walter was being weird.
First, Victor had woken to an empty bed. That had seemed fine enough; he figured Walter had just gotten up earlier than he had. When Walter had completely ignored him in Creature Languages, however, he began to get worried.
He hadn't been at lunch, either. At least, not while Victor had been there. He'd even tried calling, but had gotten no response.
Until a minute ago
He had been in the bathroom when his phone had rung, and cursed out loud when he saw who the call had been from. Now, as he sat on his bed, he felt like cussing some more.
Why was Walter avoiding him? Had he done something wrong? Had something happened? He hated not knowing, and wracked his brain trying to figure out what was going on. Last night, everything had been great. They had hung out, eaten some British food, and had a good night's sleep. So what was wrong? What. Was. Wrong?
He began to cry a little, and hated himself for it. He was always crying, always tearful when he felt even the slightest bit of pain. Maybe that's why Walter wasn;'t talking to him anymore, because he was finally tired of having a crybaby for a boyfriend.
No, he reminded himself. He hadn't cried anytime recently, and Walter had called him, so he wasn't completely ignoring Victor. But that still didn't answer his doubts.
He was beginning to feel like he didn't know Walter anymore, and it hurt. He thought that they had built their relationship on trust and honesty. Had he been wrong? Had so much of Alucard rubbed off on Walter that he could no longer act like a human?
Alucard. Victor clenched his fists at the name. Alucard had fucked up Walter's mind for years, and was probably doing it again. But did that mean...?
No! Victor wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it. But the tears flowed anyway, and as he fell to the bed he clutched at the pillows in grief.
Maybe Walter hadn't chosen Victor after all.
First, Victor had woken to an empty bed. That had seemed fine enough; he figured Walter had just gotten up earlier than he had. When Walter had completely ignored him in Creature Languages, however, he began to get worried.
He hadn't been at lunch, either. At least, not while Victor had been there. He'd even tried calling, but had gotten no response.
Until a minute ago
He had been in the bathroom when his phone had rung, and cursed out loud when he saw who the call had been from. Now, as he sat on his bed, he felt like cussing some more.
Why was Walter avoiding him? Had he done something wrong? Had something happened? He hated not knowing, and wracked his brain trying to figure out what was going on. Last night, everything had been great. They had hung out, eaten some British food, and had a good night's sleep. So what was wrong? What. Was. Wrong?
He began to cry a little, and hated himself for it. He was always crying, always tearful when he felt even the slightest bit of pain. Maybe that's why Walter wasn;'t talking to him anymore, because he was finally tired of having a crybaby for a boyfriend.
No, he reminded himself. He hadn't cried anytime recently, and Walter had called him, so he wasn't completely ignoring Victor. But that still didn't answer his doubts.
He was beginning to feel like he didn't know Walter anymore, and it hurt. He thought that they had built their relationship on trust and honesty. Had he been wrong? Had so much of Alucard rubbed off on Walter that he could no longer act like a human?
Alucard. Victor clenched his fists at the name. Alucard had fucked up Walter's mind for years, and was probably doing it again. But did that mean...?
No! Victor wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it. But the tears flowed anyway, and as he fell to the bed he clutched at the pillows in grief.
Maybe Walter hadn't chosen Victor after all.