warm as silk
More Code: Realize! It’s that sort of day. (Also I realized I never actually posted my Yuletide this year, Because Family Vacation, and I should probably remedy that.) [AO3]
A Cardia Beckford/Abraham Van Helsing epilogue set immediately post-game. (Like, the next sentence, immediately.) Basically I wrote some fluff (that’s the thing I do, right?) about a poisonous lady and a reformed vampire hunter who are RIDICULOUSLY in love.
Their private party was magical, and not a soul noticed them. They danced ‘til the music faded, and the sky was too hazy for stars, and even Steel London was quiet all around them. Cardia kept her eyes open as Van Helsing lifted her down, and his face, edged in light and shadow, looking up at her as he held her, was as beautiful as the view from the rooftop had been.
He offered her his arm, and she tucked her hand around his elbow, and didn’t even try and stop the half-a-skip in her step from happiness.
He glanced down at her, the look in his eyes soft and warm, but the barest hint of something else in the lift of the corner of his mouth. It seemed happy, whatever it was, so she leaned against his arm, and looked around the quiet streets as they walked home.
It was so nice to have a home.
“I have one more surprise for you.”
Cardia turned back toward Van, following the echo of the door he’d just closed, the low whisper of his voice. She enjoyed the swirl of her new dress around her legs as she moved; so much lighter and more delicate than anything she’d ever worn before. She would have to thank Fran for his help with this lovely evening. “Van, what else could you pos– ?”
Her voice caught in her throat. She’d been smiling, a light tease of anticipation. She’d discovered she quite liked surprises, when they were from someone she loved. She felt her smile falter, her steps pause, her skin flush at the look in his eyes, so very steady, so intent, all his focus just on her.