Crown’s leader feels himself becoming warm. Your words are like bullets to his already so fragile chest. You’re just so beautiful. So beautiful…to the point where sometimes, you’re the only one I notice in a crowd. What did you mean by that, he wonders.

He clears his throat, forcing himself to push your words to the side, doing his best to think of it as you just wanting to break the silence in the dining hall by saying something in hopes of it flustering him.

Victor grins broadly, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re awfully bold today…” He feels heat creeping to his ears the more he reflects on your words. “You should get some rest, little robin. Tomorrow’s your first solo mission.”