They all assumed that the great skeleton detective and his infamous partner loved each other. It seemed so obvious, Valkyrie and Skulduggery's willingness to sacrifice everything they had to protect the other. And they were right, in a way. She couldn't deny that they shared a special bond and understanding, but their love was twisted and horrible to the point of being almost unrecognizable. In fact, it wasn't love, it was a bitter hatred. Everybody thought that they were perfect together because of how similar they were, but that was the reason why they abhorred each other so much. Every word he spoke, all the pent-up anger inside of him, every single flaw was a reflection of herself. Everyone hates their flaws; no one wants to be reminded of how furious, how uncivilized, how cruel and twisted they could be every time they see their partner. Their best friend.
Nobody understood why Skulduggery married Ameli Farouche except for Valkyrie. The two had had absolutely nothing in common, so they didn't seem compatible to all the rest. But they had loved each other. Why? Because they had compensated for the other's weaknesses. Because Skulduggery could protect her and she could calm his tempers. Because he taught her how to defend herself, and in return, she taught him how to love. They completed each other.
Valkyrie and Skulduggery were too similar. Their souls were too dark, and their love too convoluted. They hated each other-themselves-so much. There was a fine line between love and hate, and they were running across it with reckless abandon.
*yelps*
Don't hate me! I ship Valduggery! Honest! I really do!
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-ravenwings52