Valve’s manner of showing affection was not what one might typically consider affection at all. The mere fact that Valve had maintained such proximity to Evaline after all this time was indication enough that she cared for her on some level. Love wasn’t something Valve was capable of—not that she didn’t acknowledge its power or existence. She was quite apt at harnessing the innate power of love for whatever she needed, and for that reason, those who had thought they loved her often ended up heartbroken because she could not love them back in the way they had hoped. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before Evaline felt used this way, or maybe she would accept it. Only time and it’s relentless onward motions would tell.

Evaline withdrew from her embrace but stayed close, and Valve watched her eyes glittering in the dark of night. She said nothing, and instead let the moment hang around them like the stars in the sky. The black mare took this time to slowly bring awareness to every muscle that wrapped around her fine-boned body, and the anticipation of what it felt like to use them. She was built to move and there was no greater joy she felt than to run.

“Let’s go,” Valve said, her voice quiet as she sprung from the edge of the dune and galloped toward the oasis, expecting Evaline to stay close.

VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine