your grace is wasted in your face

[turkinabox]

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.

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[turkinabox]

Vincent withdrew slightly at the thought of Veld trying to read them, mind racing in a thousand directions, wondering how far he'd gotten and what sickened him too much to keep going while something in him cackled that Vincent had always known he was disgusting, what part of hearing it from someone else was so bad

[chief_mendacity]

Veld quieted and adjusted himself. With his back pressed firmly against Vincent's chest Veld slept rather peacefully. Hopefully Vincent would be able to explain this in the morning.