Secluded spot on the beach [evening]
November 5, 2026 - Victoria Station, London
"I don't want you to die."
"And that is the most beautiful thing you could have given me."
The last thing he heard was Evey's voice calling for him.
August 27, 2006 - Fandom, Virginia
Before he was aware of anything else, he knew there was light slipping through his mask.
He'd spent years inside that one façade - sure, the mask itself had changed as time wore on, but the contours and the meld to his face hadn't altered, and that light twinkle on his eyelids heralded to him that it was midday even before he had opened his eyes.
Which, in all honesty, was the last thing he had expected. She'd kissed him goodbye and he'd taken those bullets, and with his revolution left in those still-delicate but capable hands, his final breath had been drawn under her tearful watch.
And what a relief it had been.
His mission was over, his life at an end, and his reckoning was the only thing that awaited him.
Which was why when the pain ended, finally, and his chest contracted for the last time, V rather anticipated something different. He wasn't certain what it was he had anticipated, but it wasn't sunlight or...sand. Or crashing waves.
He slowly pushed himself off the ground, reaching automatically to his chest and to check his weapons.
His breastplate was unmarred, and his daggers rested at his waist as always. One gloved hand snaked up to his face - his mask.
Unmarked. Smooth.
Quick as a fox and several times more quiet, V dove into the shadow of a rock, pressing his back to it and quietly marveling at how well he felt. For a moment, he pulled on his glove, and gave an inaudible sigh when he caught sight of the pinkened scar tissue. He wasn't completely healed, after all.
He paused, considering his options, before he ducked into another shadow and scurried from darkness to darkness, no aim in mind but a discovery of his whereabouts.
[Yay establishy.]
"I don't want you to die."
"And that is the most beautiful thing you could have given me."
The last thing he heard was Evey's voice calling for him.
August 27, 2006 - Fandom, Virginia
Before he was aware of anything else, he knew there was light slipping through his mask.
He'd spent years inside that one façade - sure, the mask itself had changed as time wore on, but the contours and the meld to his face hadn't altered, and that light twinkle on his eyelids heralded to him that it was midday even before he had opened his eyes.
Which, in all honesty, was the last thing he had expected. She'd kissed him goodbye and he'd taken those bullets, and with his revolution left in those still-delicate but capable hands, his final breath had been drawn under her tearful watch.
And what a relief it had been.
His mission was over, his life at an end, and his reckoning was the only thing that awaited him.
Which was why when the pain ended, finally, and his chest contracted for the last time, V rather anticipated something different. He wasn't certain what it was he had anticipated, but it wasn't sunlight or...sand. Or crashing waves.
He slowly pushed himself off the ground, reaching automatically to his chest and to check his weapons.
His breastplate was unmarred, and his daggers rested at his waist as always. One gloved hand snaked up to his face - his mask.
Unmarked. Smooth.
Quick as a fox and several times more quiet, V dove into the shadow of a rock, pressing his back to it and quietly marveling at how well he felt. For a moment, he pulled on his glove, and gave an inaudible sigh when he caught sight of the pinkened scar tissue. He wasn't completely healed, after all.
He paused, considering his options, before he ducked into another shadow and scurried from darkness to darkness, no aim in mind but a discovery of his whereabouts.
[Yay establishy.]