Yours, Eventually | Viktor x Reader |

My dearest,

If it is an early heart attack, then let it be said— I went thinking of you. But I promise I'm much too young for such a thing. While my health may not be at its best, my heart is in perfect working order at the moment, even if you do give me some fits of excitement when I read your letters.

As it happens, I've been reflecting on my goals. Ambition has a way of sharpening itself with distance. But lately I've realized there's one thing I want most, and I think you already know what (or rather who) that is.

I am restless too. I find myself pacing, rereading your letters, and imagining the moment I finally get to see you face to face.

— Vik

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Viktor,

You truly are turning into a sap. How flattering that my absence does such a thing to you. Don't get too excited. There is still some waiting to be done.

Your letter has flustered me, much to my dismay. Knowing you, I'm assuming that was intentional. By now, I'm well aware of how eager you are to have me there with you, and I share the same impatience.

Eagerly,

— Your friend

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My beloved companion,

I assure you that I had no ill intent in writing that last letter. While you were away, I could be sentimental as I wanted to when writing my feelings in these letters, and I'm afraid the absence of you here has led to the expression of some feelings that have been buried for quite some time now. But it's far too late to bottle them back up now.

I am glad to hear that you share my impatience. Rest assured, you only have a few days to wait.

Anxiously,

— Yours

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Viktor,

Was that a subtle admission of feelings, perhaps? Is there something you wish to share with me before I make my way to you in Piltover?

Curiously,

— Your friend?

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My dear,

It seems you've caught me. I feel that the time for subtlety has passed. I may have had a few revelations recently, as of late.

However, I fear that I should keep this particular conversation for when you arrive. You must simply wait until we're face to face before you can know what I plan to say. I'll leave you to ponder them until then.

I promise you won't have to wait much longer.

— Yours (with affection)