Valve stood silently, watching the range of emotions that Evaline wore on her expressive face as plain as the sky on a cloudless day. It was a performance she had come to expect, and in this way Evaline could not have been more different than her. Evaline was bright and golden like the sun, a bringer of life into the world with emotions as volatile as the ocean. Valve, dark and stoic, was none of these things, and as Evaline closed the gap between them and buried her face into her neck—the dark mare realized for the first time that there was only one reason for this behavior. She was in love with her.

Oddly, this realization didn’t change anything for Valve. It was not the first time someone had decided they held deep admiration for her, but it was the first they weren’t too intimidated by her to show it. Perhaps it was this boldness that Valve respected the most about Evaline.

“Mmm,” Valve muttered under her breath, neither granting permission or refusing her plea to accompany her on her next foray into the unknown. The abyss of Valve’s infrequent disappearances was not meant for anyone except the black mare, and yet she understood the power of Evaline’s will and did not find it wise to hinder it.

VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine