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[takecourage]

Alex has never really understood Valentine's day but she's gone and got herself a boyfriend who's deeply, ridiculously romantic. For a few weeks now, she's been planning a response to Darlington's confession about wanting to be the one up on the stage.

She's sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of shorts and her corset, a pair of sleek black heels with ribbons wrapped around her ankles and up towards her knees. There's a riding crop across her thighs.

She waits.

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[takecourage]

"I know that," says Alex, nodding, her nose brushing his again. "I don't think I've ever trusted anyone like I trust you. It's...worth a lot."

[more_magic]

"I'm glad," he says, and means it. If he thinks about how differently things turn out back home, that rift that forms between them and sends him an ocean away, it's only for a moment. That isn't happening here; in Darrow, they have a chance to make something new.

"It's...something I want to live up to," he adds, his eyes searching hers for a moment. "That trust. Your trust." Said aloud, it sounds romantic and sentimental, something he half-expects her to laugh at, and rightfully so. None of that makes it any less true.