Victor adores you. wholeheartedly.

always writing letters to you and stamping it with a pink wax seal— adjusting into a sweet heart so you can feel the love even before you open the envelope.

and you find a smile gracing your lips whenever you see Wick bounding up to you, a letter clenched between his jaws and tail wagging a mile a minute.

even if the slobber sometimes leaves little spots on the paper, and his teeth scratch the wax seal. you can’t find it in yourself to mind.