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· Nov 11
𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞
𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫... 𝐀𝐧
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
[ tay.types || rp || canon and au || ships with chem ]
𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫... 𝐀𝐧
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
[ tay.types || rp || canon and au || ships with chem ]
" Do not let him control you. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
Cloud hums, and nods. If killing Hojo brings Vincent a moment of peace of mind, then Cloud understands.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
" And yet... how many years was his mind twisted and manipulated before he learned the truth of his very nature, of the experiments that created him? I make no excuse for the. . . Monster that Sephiroth became, but it is easy to empathize — likely because I, too, am a monster without control. "
November 19, 2024 at 12:34 AM
" Do not let him control you. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
" Well. "
There's almost an equal amount of noise from the chains that adorn him as he shifts.
" I don't want for money. This was once my job. "
There's almost an equal amount of noise from the chains that adorn him as he shifts.
" I don't want for money. This was once my job. "
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A telltale tinkling marks the planting of palms upon cocked hips.
" I’m pretty good at protecting myself, you know. Besides, I can’t pay you. "
Less than a rejection was her retort than a prodding for more information.
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A telltale tinkling marks the planting of palms upon cocked hips.
" I’m pretty good at protecting myself, you know. Besides, I can’t pay you. "
Less than a rejection was her retort than a prodding for more information.
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" Consider me some sort of bodyguard. If anyone would seek to cause you trouble. "
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
November 18, 2024 at 10:50 PM
" Well. "
There's almost an equal amount of noise from the chains that adorn him as he shifts.
" I don't want for money. This was once my job. "
There's almost an equal amount of noise from the chains that adorn him as he shifts.
" I don't want for money. This was once my job. "
" Consider me some sort of bodyguard. If anyone would seek to cause you trouble. "
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
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Curious emeralds follow the spilling of light over his wild mane, though her expression sobers.
She leans to the side, into his periphery.
" Dimmed? Hey - that’s kinda cryptic. What do you mean? "
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Curious emeralds follow the spilling of light over his wild mane, though her expression sobers.
She leans to the side, into his periphery.
" Dimmed? Hey - that’s kinda cryptic. What do you mean? "
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" Hm. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
November 18, 2024 at 10:45 PM
" Consider me some sort of bodyguard. If anyone would seek to cause you trouble. "
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
He ducks his chin, hiding his face behind the collar of his cloak.
" Hm. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
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" Than me? "
As she tilts her chin, coiled locks bounce about her collarbone.
" Well, it must be my lucky day! To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you in the market for some flowers? "
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" Than me? "
As she tilts her chin, coiled locks bounce about her collarbone.
" Well, it must be my lucky day! To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you in the market for some flowers? "
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" I find no point in lying by saying I'm here for any reason other than you. "
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
November 18, 2024 at 10:34 PM
" Hm. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
Vincent steps forward into the sunlight, peering out the flowers.
" Much like flowers in the darkness, you offer a light. I would take care to not see it dimmed. "
" And yet... how many years was his mind twisted and manipulated before he learned the truth of his very nature, of the experiments that created him? I make no excuse for the. . . Monster that Sephiroth became, but it is easy to empathize — likely because I, too, am a monster without control. "
Cloud shakes his head, slow. Sympathetic towards Vincent.
"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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" I knew what Hojo was. It would not have been some great tragedy had I ended him in the moment. And yet... I didn't. "
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
November 18, 2024 at 3:20 PM
" And yet... how many years was his mind twisted and manipulated before he learned the truth of his very nature, of the experiments that created him? I make no excuse for the. . . Monster that Sephiroth became, but it is easy to empathize — likely because I, too, am a monster without control. "
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" I knew what Hojo was. It would not have been some great tragedy had I ended him in the moment. And yet... I didn't. "
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
Admittedly, Cloud was expecting Vincent to decline, but he sits quietly and listens. His gaze is averted to not put him in the spot.
Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Vincent sits at the second empty chair, a plate of his own in front of him — though he doesn't need to eat so often. It is better to share a meal when attempting to offer unity.
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
November 18, 2024 at 12:07 AM
" I knew what Hojo was. It would not have been some great tragedy had I ended him in the moment. And yet... I didn't. "
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
Vincent sits at the second empty chair, a plate of his own in front of him — though he doesn't need to eat so often. It is better to share a meal when attempting to offer unity.
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
The food smells great, the way all home-cooked meals do when made to share. Cloud stares at the plate, and even he knows it would be rude to decline.
He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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Vincent remains quiet as he carefully plates the food and gently places it on the table in front of Cloud.
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
November 17, 2024 at 9:04 PM
Vincent sits at the second empty chair, a plate of his own in front of him — though he doesn't need to eat so often. It is better to share a meal when attempting to offer unity.
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
Vincent remains quiet as he carefully plates the food and gently places it on the table in front of Cloud.
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
Cloud frowns, his shoulders sinking. The solitude weighs heavy on him, but if he ignores it hard enough it'll pass.
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
" No. "
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
November 17, 2024 at 8:44 PM
Vincent remains quiet as he carefully plates the food and gently places it on the table in front of Cloud.
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
" No. "
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
On quite the contrary, Cloud doesn't want anyone else to take Sephiroth down but himself. That, at least, remains true.
He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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" .... "
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
November 17, 2024 at 8:33 PM
" No. "
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
" .... "
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Cloud is relieved that he isn't required to explain his affiliation with Sephiroth, because he isn't quite sure what he'd say. Or how he'd explain this myriad of feelings inside of him.
Dread, confusion, frustration, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—
Slowly, Cloud takes a sip of his water.
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Dread, confusion, frustration, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—
Slowly, Cloud takes a sip of his water.
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" Hm. "
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
November 17, 2024 at 8:11 PM
" .... "
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
" Hm. "
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
The glass is accepted with a small grateful nod, and Cloud wraps his hands around it. The coolness of the glass against his palms help him feel more grounded.
His hands were shaking, and he is just realizing that. It's easier to control when doing something with his hands.
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His hands were shaking, and he is just realizing that. It's easier to control when doing something with his hands.
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Vincent quietly fills a glass of water, silent as he allows Cloud to look around — it is nothing special, but he recognizes the significance of allowing anybody into his space when he so infrequently does.
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
November 17, 2024 at 7:45 PM
" Hm. "
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
The noise is noncommittal — he offers no promise. Instead, he gathers some ingredients from his cupboards and fridge, and pulls a pan from a cabinet.
Pasta is a simple and relatively quick dish to make, and making something quick is the goal.
" We worry. It would be forward of me
Vincent quietly fills a glass of water, silent as he allows Cloud to look around — it is nothing special, but he recognizes the significance of allowing anybody into his space when he so infrequently does.
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
Cloud takes a quiet look around, as if secretly seeing what Vincent's home is like — like he isn't quite literally invited inside.
He does take a seat as requested, and though he tries not to show it, Cloud is glad to be off his feet.
He does take a seat as requested, and though he tries not to show it, Cloud is glad to be off his feet.
" All I ask is that you sit. And drink some water. "
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
November 17, 2024 at 7:32 PM
Vincent quietly fills a glass of water, silent as he allows Cloud to look around — it is nothing special, but he recognizes the significance of allowing anybody into his space when he so infrequently does.
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
He sets the filled glass on the table in front of Cloud, and quietly moves the gauntlets
" I find no point in lying by saying I'm here for any reason other than you. "
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
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Lifting her chin, she peers over her slender shoulder toward Vincent, before her expression eases into a knowing smile.
Turning fully, she folds her hands behind her back.
" So what brings a guy like you to these parts, hmmm? "
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Lifting her chin, she peers over her slender shoulder toward Vincent, before her expression eases into a knowing smile.
Turning fully, she folds her hands behind her back.
" So what brings a guy like you to these parts, hmmm? "
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Vincent is quiet for a long moment, watching the way the flowers grow here, different than anywhere around them.
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
November 17, 2024 at 7:21 PM
" I find no point in lying by saying I'm here for any reason other than you. "
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
His expression is stoic, unchanging — he knows that Aerith is in consistent danger from the Turks; his presence might be something of a deterrence.
" All I ask is that you sit. And drink some water. "
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
Not knowing what else to do, Cloud follows along. Food might be a good idea.
"Mhm.. Need any help?"
"Mhm.. Need any help?"
" Come. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
November 17, 2024 at 7:18 PM
" All I ask is that you sit. And drink some water. "
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
Vincent's apartment is small, and he does prefer to be elsewhere; he has this residence because it had seemed important to be somewhere close to his self-appointed charges.
He leads Cloud into the small, relatively unfurnished apartment
" Yes, I'm sure you are. "
He settles down so that she can lean comfortably against him, an arm carefully tucked around her.
He settles down so that she can lean comfortably against him, an arm carefully tucked around her.
she hesitates a moment before leaning back against him and shutting her eyes.
" m'fine, you know. really. "
" m'fine, you know. really. "
.... furrowed brow, draping his cloak around her shoulders.
" Rest. "
" Rest. "
November 17, 2024 at 4:02 AM
" Yes, I'm sure you are. "
He settles down so that she can lean comfortably against him, an arm carefully tucked around her.
He settles down so that she can lean comfortably against him, an arm carefully tucked around her.
Vincent is quiet for a long moment, watching the way the flowers grow here, different than anywhere around them.
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
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" Is it strange, " she muses aloud to @chaosformed.bsky.social, gazing over her expansive yard, " that I … kind of like the way the way the flowers are surrounded by twisted metal and discarded parts? "
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" Is it strange, " she muses aloud to @chaosformed.bsky.social, gazing over her expansive yard, " that I … kind of like the way the way the flowers are surrounded by twisted metal and discarded parts? "
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November 17, 2024 at 2:33 AM
Vincent is quiet for a long moment, watching the way the flowers grow here, different than anywhere around them.
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
" There's something to be said about finding the beauty in the broken and the discarded. "
" I'm not a vampire. "
November 17, 2024 at 2:14 AM
" I'm not a vampire. "
" Come. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
The question makes Cloud blink up at him, a little surprised by it, and then he has to seriously think about it.
"Uh..."
Surely he has eaten, at some point in his life. He can't recall his most recent meal though.
"Uh..."
Surely he has eaten, at some point in his life. He can't recall his most recent meal though.
" .... "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
November 17, 2024 at 1:47 AM
" Come. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
Vincent lays a hand gently against the small of Cloud's back, touch hesitant. " I intended to cook this evening anyway. You're welcome to join me. "
" .... "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
" ... "
There's a moment where Cloud frowns, his face scrunching up in pain — and then he blinks, once, twice, and his gaze seems to focus on Vincent for the first time.
He steps away, shaking hks head slightly.
"Sorry. 'am fine."
There's a moment where Cloud frowns, his face scrunching up in pain — and then he blinks, once, twice, and his gaze seems to focus on Vincent for the first time.
He steps away, shaking hks head slightly.
"Sorry. 'am fine."
" Wherever you are, we need you to come back now, Cloud, " Vincent says, voice steady — and maybe he's concerned, but it doesn't show.
November 17, 2024 at 1:37 AM
" .... "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
Vincent falls quiet for a moment, heading tilting slightly while he watches Cloud.
" Have you eaten? "
" Wherever you are, we need you to come back now, Cloud, " Vincent says, voice steady — and maybe he's concerned, but it doesn't show.
Looking at him, but he seems, feels, so far away. Cloud brings a hand to his forehead.
"... Hurts."
"... Hurts."
Hands on Cloud's shoulders, leaning to look in his eyes.
" Cloud. "
" Cloud. "
November 16, 2024 at 11:38 PM
" Wherever you are, we need you to come back now, Cloud, " Vincent says, voice steady — and maybe he's concerned, but it doesn't show.