Mini GP

[hollow_moon]

It was that time of the year, a time that used to fill Valentine with joy. Christmas was so wonderful usually, after all, but not so much this year. He simply wasn't in the holiday spirit. However, he'd planned this charity event months ago, and there was no cancelling it now. 

It wasn't as flash as ones he'd held in prior years, his museum open to the public with collection buckets all over for people to give what they could to ensure a better holiday for those in need. Music filled the space, and there were performers all throughout the space. Yes, he'd had to up security for the evening to keep his many occult related items safe, but- Well, it was worth it, he supposed. If nothing else, it seemed to be enough to stop his mother from worrying so much about him for a bit.

All were welcome and admission was free. The bar was reasonably priced, and there were a few free nibbles donated by a local restaurant. All and all, not a bad night for the bored and the generously inclined.

(Use this like you'd use any GP! OTA)

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[hollow_moon]

Val hummed, but didn't argue.

"Here for the charity or the free food?" he asked.

[wispofathing]

"Both," Curnen admitted without shame. Free food was impossible to turn down, for a number of reasons and not all of them ones she could explain. "Mostly to see you, though."

[hollow_moon]

"Why?" Val asked bluntly, mild interest swiftly turning into something less trusting and friendly. You could almost see his emotional walls go up, solid and unmoving as they built up around him.

[wispofathing]

"I wondered how you were," Curnen answered simply.

[hollow_moon]

"I'm peachy, pet. Just peachy," Val replied with a scowl.

[wispofathing]

"Yes, I can see that," Curnen answered softly. "Glad to hear it."

[hollow_moon]

Val offered a smile then, faux and tight.

"Lovely."

[wispofathing]

"Someone cut you deep," Curnen murmured, her voice tinged not with pity but with a kind of quiet recognition.

[hollow_moon]

"No one cut me, I'm fine," Val replied, his voice a low snarl. "Don't presume to know me, petal."

[wispofathing]

"I don't know you," Curnen agreed, but not in any way that would indicate she was rethinking her assessment. She didn't know him. She did know that.

[hollow_moon]

Val said nothing, not believing for a moment she had any clue what he was feeling. He wasn't cut, he was angry.

[wispofathing]

Curnen shrugged and left him alone to go investigate the rest of the museum.

[hollow_moon]

Val watched her go with a cold detachment that didn't sit quite right with him. He didn't like feeling this way, didn't like being so... Hollow. It didn't fit him, didn't suit him at all, and yet- Yet he couldn't turn it off or move past it. It had consumed him, and was slowly leaching all the warmth he'd once had for the world.