[INCOMPLETE]
Who: Vincent, Rinoa.
When: a day or so before the attacks on ShinRa; early evening.
Where: the clock tower.
Rating: PGish, most likely.
Warnings: not much! Rinoa being adorable, and Vincent being exasperated?
Summary: Rinoa needs a place to stay, and can't really find her way anywhere, so Vincent goes to retrieve her.
Vincent honestly didn't know how he kept dragging himself into these sorts of situations.
All things considered, he was generally a helpful person, yes, when it concerned him or the people he cared about. With others, though, with strangers, it was a bit different. He distanced himself from the ones he wasn't familiar with, pulled away from situations that didn't involve him, because he really didn't see how any of it was his business. But with the females in this city, it was always a completely different story. Maybe it was his way of trying to make up for all the things he couldn't do for Lucrecia. He wasn't too sure, and he really didn't spend all that much time questioning it.
But he had said he would come, and Vincent wasn't the type to back out on his word (even if he had wanted to, which he didn't). The air was cold, stiff, when he stepped outside, snow crunching beneath his boots as his fingers left the brass of the door handle, listening to it shut behind him with a quiet click. Above him, the skies were growing darker by the second with night approaching, and considering it was about a ten minute walk from his house to the clock tower, Vincent started off at a considerably quickened pace. After all, he wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving Rinoa out in the cold - and dark - for too long of a time, especially if she wasn't armed.
Before long, he was exiting out from the barren city streets, moving into an open field of snow and dirt that lay just before him. In the distance, red eyes could make out the cool stone of the clock tower, standing tall and steady against the backdrop of black, and one thumb slid anxiously over the leather to his holster, making his way to the solid form. As he closed in, he couldn't see any other moving persons -- Rinoa included, and he drew to a slow stop within feet of the tower, searching the darkness with a certain intensity that was hard to find elsewhere.
She wasn't there yet.
Sighing softly, one shoulder met the stone behind him as he leaned back, quiet and patient, waiting.
When: a day or so before the attacks on ShinRa; early evening.
Where: the clock tower.
Rating: PGish, most likely.
Warnings: not much! Rinoa being adorable, and Vincent being exasperated?
Summary: Rinoa needs a place to stay, and can't really find her way anywhere, so Vincent goes to retrieve her.
Vincent honestly didn't know how he kept dragging himself into these sorts of situations.
All things considered, he was generally a helpful person, yes, when it concerned him or the people he cared about. With others, though, with strangers, it was a bit different. He distanced himself from the ones he wasn't familiar with, pulled away from situations that didn't involve him, because he really didn't see how any of it was his business. But with the females in this city, it was always a completely different story. Maybe it was his way of trying to make up for all the things he couldn't do for Lucrecia. He wasn't too sure, and he really didn't spend all that much time questioning it.
But he had said he would come, and Vincent wasn't the type to back out on his word (even if he had wanted to, which he didn't). The air was cold, stiff, when he stepped outside, snow crunching beneath his boots as his fingers left the brass of the door handle, listening to it shut behind him with a quiet click. Above him, the skies were growing darker by the second with night approaching, and considering it was about a ten minute walk from his house to the clock tower, Vincent started off at a considerably quickened pace. After all, he wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving Rinoa out in the cold - and dark - for too long of a time, especially if she wasn't armed.
Before long, he was exiting out from the barren city streets, moving into an open field of snow and dirt that lay just before him. In the distance, red eyes could make out the cool stone of the clock tower, standing tall and steady against the backdrop of black, and one thumb slid anxiously over the leather to his holster, making his way to the solid form. As he closed in, he couldn't see any other moving persons -- Rinoa included, and he drew to a slow stop within feet of the tower, searching the darkness with a certain intensity that was hard to find elsewhere.
She wasn't there yet.
Sighing softly, one shoulder met the stone behind him as he leaned back, quiet and patient, waiting.