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it's not me you see / pieces of valentine

Jul 23, 2010 07:06

Characters: Vincent Valentine [notwhatiwas] and Veld Dragoon [consummateturk]
Location: Veld's Room [Deck 05, 8204]
Date: July 23rd, midday to afternoon.
Rating: PG-13

( and just a song of mine / to keep from burning history )

veld dragoon, vincent valentine

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consummateturk July 24 2010, 03:01:04 UTC

Veld blinked and wondered for a moment who would knock. Tseng and Reno wouldn't do such a thing. He wondered if it would be retaliation of some sort for what he had done to Danny, but Veld regretted it. He didn't have much more time left with his little raincloud, wouldn't be worth it.

The knock became too familiar and Veld walked to his door. When he opened it, Veld stopped, stunned. This... was like looking in an old history book and it was all at once comfortable and unsettling. But this wasn't a trick before him. Instead it was a ghost. A half drunk Vincent Valentine, coming to his place to sleep it off.

Like he always did.

But this time, he'd have to sooner or later, return to what he was. Veld knew it wasn't that easy. "What were you thinking, Vince?" it was all he could say as he let the younger man in.

The thundercloud seemed to care and started to sprinkle on Veld's shoulders.

notwhatiwas July 24 2010, 03:23:13 UTC

Vincent winced a little automatically, more at the disapproval in Veld's tone than the actual words. He kept his eyes averted as he stepped in, still light on his feet, still a little too smooth simply because of so much time feeling differently. It lent a sort of strangeness to his gait and mannerisms--some had never left, of course, and so looked more out of place after the experiments than they could when he looked like this, but there were still a fair amount of physical quirks from the body Hojo had crafted for him.

Once inside, he fixed Veld with a look, tilting his head back just slightly--one of the habits that had never left--and folding his arms--left over right instead of the reverse, a necessity after his arm was lost.

"How do you want me to answer that?"

consummateturk July 24 2010, 03:51:27 UTC

How did Veld want that answered? He backed up in an effort to avoid getting his old partner wet. Veld knew quite well what day it was. He could only assume that it was for her.

"I want you to answer honestly."

notwhatiwas July 24 2010, 05:13:54 UTC

"I was thinking..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

What was he thinking? That this was a chance to see the difference, to see if Veld was right, if there was no difference after all--and if he was wrong, maybe to learn just what the differences were, learn to control them better. That this was a chance to remember what it was like, back when he was still allowed to feel, before his heart was literally encased in the same crystal as Lucrecia's entire body ( ... )

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notwhatiwas July 28 2010, 04:14:02 UTC

It took a ridiculously long time for Vincent to get back to Veld's room from Lucrecia's, and when he did he just stood there for several long minutes. He looked to his right, at the door to his own room--he hadn't been living out of it for weeks, not since Lucrecia showed up--and thought about going there instead. Veld couldn't possibly want to put up with him anymore, and it wasn't fair to Vincent to keep doing this to him ( ... )

consummateturk July 28 2010, 04:23:22 UTC

Veld had taken to reading while Vincent was away. He figured the other man was in some sort of deep, loving, and otherwise deeply romantic conversation. When he'd been researching Vincent's affair with the doctor, Veld had assumed that it was some brief fling. Something similar to what he had had with Felicia's mother before finding her with child.

Obviously he'd been entirely wrong. So when Veld opened his door to a distraught Vincent, he could only assume she'd rejected him again. He opened his mouth to snipe something at his old partner and couldn't. The look on Vincent's face was far too tired, worn and devastated.

The ache in the heart when you realize that the person who you love more than anything in the world doesn't feel the same way you do was a horrible feeling. It was akin to being crushed under something you couldn't push away or push aside. Despite the way that Vincent made everything in his gut twist, Veld couldn't push him out of the way.

"Are you alright?" Was all he could say.

notwhatiwas July 28 2010, 04:27:01 UTC

Vincent just leaned forward, much the same way he had when Veld pulled him out of the bath after facing down Chaos, and leaned his head on Veld's shoulder, fitting his forehead to the curve where it met his neck.

Otherwise, he didn't touch him. He took a breath, and it came in with a shudder, a choke.

"Why am I such an idiot?"

He hadn't intended to phrase it so bluntly, but couldn't think of any other way to get the words out.

consummateturk July 28 2010, 04:32:28 UTC

Speaking of that feeling.

Veld pulled back and ushered Vincent back into the room. On one hand, it was best that this happened now, while he was human and had a chance to process things. It didn't make the whole mess easy to watch. "You're not, Vince."

When Veld spoke it was heavy and he looked more to the corner than at Vincent. "You fell in love. It happens and you can't control it anymore than you can bring down stars. It's not something that one sets out to do." Maybe he was talking to himself as much as he was talking to Vincent.

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