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And you seem to break like time...

Jan 06, 2011 19:18

Who: Vincent Valentine and Dr. Lucrecia Crescent
When: Jan. 6th, 7:00 PM on the dot.
Where: The starter apartments, just outside room # 907
Summary: Vincent fails at being a ninja...for once.
Warnings: Angst, guilt, overly sappy affection seasoned with a light touch of emo. :3c

( So fragile on the inside. )

vincent valentine, dr. lucrecia crescent

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apologiste January 7 2011, 03:51:00 UTC

Unfortunately for Vincent, the apartments were small and Lucrecia was never far from the door. The wheelchair impeded her movement somewhat, but she managed to reach her door just after the sound of Vincent's knuckles rapping against it faded.

She did hesitate for a moment more--several people had expressed concern for her over this city's network, and she imagined it could be one of them making good on the promise to see her. But she still knew very little about Siren's Port and its people, and she imagined, worriedly, that it could be anyone behind that door, with any number of intentions.

Lucrecia decided to trust that the visitor was friendly. She reached out from her wheelchair and turned the knob on her door, pulling it open.

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 04:01:36 UTC

By the time he heard the latch unlock, his back was already to the door; his cloak the only part visible with the door fully open.

apologiste January 7 2011, 04:07:01 UTC

"Vincent--!" His name was a gasp in her throat. The tattered cloak fluttered in front of her eyes; she stared at it for a moment, and then down at the bag of food and water he had brought. "Oh ..."

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 04:13:15 UTC

The sound of her voice halted him mid-stride. He turned, glancing back over his shoulder in her direction without so much as a word. After all, what could he say?

If she wanted him to stay, he would, and if she wanted him to go, he'd be gone before she finished the sentence.

apologiste January 7 2011, 04:20:21 UTC

Lucrecia withdrew her hands, pressing them both flat against her chest. Her eyes fixed on the food, she whispered, "You must really hate me."

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 04:29:53 UTC

His hearing was sharp enough to pick up those words.

Turning on his heel, he strode back towards her; stood in front of the bag before lifting it up and placing it in her lap with both hand and claw. His voice was calm, quiet, but full of devotion as he responded with a simple, "No."

apologiste January 7 2011, 04:38:03 UTC

Although his tone was unmistakable, Lucrecica clutched his gift close, looked up to meet his gaze, and said, "Then why are you running from me?"

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 04:50:43 UTC

"I didn't want to trouble you." He sighed, taking one step back in an attempt to shy from the hall light and hide as much of his face as possible. He knew what she saw when she looked at him, and he did not want to heap more guilt on her shoulders.

apologiste January 7 2011, 04:57:58 UTC

"You don't," Lucrecia said. "You never did ..."

She pushed the wheels on her chair back, swiveling to allow him space to enter the apartment. "It was always me with the trouble. Me and my mistakes."

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 05:12:05 UTC

He entered as soon as she allowed it, surveying her apartment half to commit it to memory, and half to avoid gazing straight into her eyes. "No, Lucrecia. It was my fault."

apologiste January 7 2011, 05:19:34 UTC

She closed her eyes briefly. This line of discussion probably wasn't productive, though she had a feeling it would be a common theme between them.

"Please ... could you push me to the table? Let's eat this together."

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 05:24:01 UTC

With a nod he turned and pushed the wheelchair over to the table, taking the bag from her lap to lay the assorted items out on its surface; a few mediocre sandwiches, a package of chips and packets of condiments, all set out beside the bottled waters.

"Help yourself," he said, pushing one of the sandwiches towards her with his claw.

apologiste January 7 2011, 05:49:16 UTC

Lucrecia took it and began to slowly, fussily peel away the plastic wrapper. "You have to have one, too. In fact, this one will be yours, all right?"

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 05:54:02 UTC

"Lucrecia," he sighed, eying the other sandwich as he spoke to her, "I don't need it."

Vincent wasn't annoyed; the gesture was genuine and caring, but there wasn't anything he needed, and he only drank wine occasionally to reminisce about the past and what he used to enjoy in her company.

apologiste January 7 2011, 23:10:48 UTC

"Oh," she murmured. She spread the crinkled wrapper out on the table, flattening it smooth. "I suppose you wouldn't. But--you do still enjoy food, don't you? You have the sensation."

chaos_bound January 7 2011, 23:17:26 UTC

His lips thinned out into a straight line. It was a wasteful gesture, there was nothing that he could gain from eating with her, and it was food he'd intended to actually be used for her sake.

But, if it made her happy, he'd comply. As always.

He reached down and unfolded a portion of the packaging, tugging out half of the sandwich and lifting it to his lips. And took a bite. There.

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