A/N: Drabble ensues. Wrote it on a whim. Not very refined. Of course, this isn't even the original :P I plan on posting that .. eventually. I just have to decide whether it's too creepy oO
"V?"
Her voice echoes around the Gallery, bouncing off the cold stone walls, coming right back, empty. It's been months since she's visited here, but it feels the same. Is he home?
A record is playing softly somewhere, probably from his room. Probably. His telly is on, muted. Two black-and-white-colored characters lean closely together, passionate, about to kiss. There they are suspended before the man, white-knuckled as he grips her, forcefully presses his lips to hers, her back arching.
Evey turns away, taking a few steps toward his bedroom door. As she approaches, the music becomes louder, although still soft. She can't identify it, like much of his music.
"V?"
She says it more softly this time. With gentle fingers she pushes at his door. It creaks open a few inches. He's sitting at his desk, hunched forward. His head is in his hands, elbows on the desk. A candle is lit nearby, and she can see only what its light touches. Does he realize she's there? She has no idea ..
But Evey knows V likes his distance. She stands in the doorway and calls softly to him once more. V turns just slightly toward her before lifting his mask to his face.
The frozen smile molded into the hard mask chills her, just as it used to. He gives a little bow, she a little curtsy. When he speaks to her—"Bonjour, mademoiselle"—his voice is like music, strong and confident, and she can hear the smile there.
She's smiling now, too, and they stand a room apart. She's unsure of what to do now that she's seen him again—that's what she came back for.
"Well, now, Evey, how about some breakfast?" he says finally.
Evey's smile widens.
"I'd love that, V."
"Eggies-in-a-basket it is, then."
He holds his hand out to her, and she takes it before he leads her away.
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