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your grace is wasted in your face

Dec 05, 2010 21:06

Who: Veld Dragoon [chief_mendacity], Vincent Valentine [turkinabox] { closed }
When: A while after this.
Location: Veld's place, Junon.
Rating: R for inevitable profanity and possible descriptions of Hojofuckery.
Summary: He just couldn't think of anywhere else to go.

( your boldness stands alone among the wreck )

!closed, vincent, veld, *chapter six

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consummateturk December 6 2010, 04:19:41 UTC

People did not pound on the doors of Turks. That was a swift way to a bullet in the head. Elfe was still in the hospital and his kids would not pound. No one pounded on Veld's door, not since...

he got up and ran to it, throwing the door open. While Veld had his gun on him, he hadn't even bothered to turn off the safety. Instead, he knew it would be Vincent somehow.

No one else had ever banged at his door.

turkinabox December 6 2010, 04:25:14 UTC

Vincent just fell, bent low, head to Veld's shoulder so his human hand could clench in the other ex-Turk's shirt. The other, still gauntleted, kept hold of his files.

"I'm sorry," he all but whimpered, voice thick and shaking and inherently wrong. "I can go, I don't--want--" He choked, the hand fisted in Veld's shirt tightening, the other digging into the envelope clutched to his chest.

He took another breath, struggled to speak, tried to think of something to say, anything, but all he wanted to do was stay here and break. Just break.

Vincent had never let himself openly break before.

Another breath, and for the first time since well before his induction to the Turks Vincent sobbed, clinging and shaking and choking, and said nothing more.

consummateturk December 6 2010, 05:05:29 UTC

Veld managed to pull Vincent back far enough to close the door behind him. He'd known Vincent for many, many years. He'd never known Vincent to cry. Even when they had fought, even when Veld made the worst mistake of his life, Vincent hadn't cried. Veld knew what was in those files. The twisting in his gut got worse. There wasn't a day in his life that Veld didn't regret sending Vincent on that job.

Every day for over 30 years, he'd had the same thought.

This didn't make it easier. Veld tried to guide his ex partner to the couch at least, there was no use in talking to him until he'd calmed down. The files would wait.

turkinabox December 6 2010, 05:36:31 UTC

Like a child, being led off to sit while he just cried, like an infant with a complaint, like a fool--Vincent was nothing short of humiliated, but he couldn't stop. He led Veld pull him to the couch, still clinging to the older man like a lifeline with one hand and the envelope with the other, let himself be coaxed into sitting down, leaned heavily on Veld and just.

Kept.

Crying.

He felt like such an idiot. He was better than this, stronger than this, he'd just been waiting for the other shoe to drop with his mother this entire time--he knew something was going to happen!

But he'd never expected anything like this. There was no force in this world that could have prepared him to face his Sayoko after she read his files, after she learned everything, after she knewNo one was meant to know what he'd been through, what they'd done to him, what he still remembered. The nightmares were his, just his, no one else was supposed to face them down, no one else was ever meant to see what a monster they'd made of him, what he'd lived ( ... )

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