Guilty Crescent

Independent RP blog for Lucrecia Crescent. Will happily interact with anyone. I do not own any art that is posted on this blog unless otherwise stated. Faceclaim: Jennifer Love Hewitt Location: Edge

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ChaosTheories; Alright everyone, it's time. I've created a new blog and I have moved. I'm starting over. Thank you all for the wonderful time I had while on this blog -- you're all very special to me, and I hope to continue roleplaying with you on this new blog. I just have such a deep love for Lucrecia, and I want to keep playing her, but everything on this blog feels so stale. I didn't do what I wanted to do with her, and with this new blog, I hope to do more. The link is on my page, so please feel free to unfollow this blog and move to my new one with me. I love you all, and thank you.

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Nyo…

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A little smile…

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[Finished! Technically finished last night but kinda just flopped on my bed afterwards.]

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Original fan art  HERE

Colored by me. I don’t know fan art’s author, if you know please tell me. I will credit him/her. Thank you.

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“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”

— Warsan Shire

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Ladies of FFVII by ~DrAssenov

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Let me take care of you.. by *MCAshe

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It was not the first instance in which he had seen her although it may have been true in the reverse. Since she had awoken he had become her shadow. A flickering glimpse of red, there one moment and then gone with the next passing vehicle. He found it easy to avoid her sight before she turned with the reflexes bestowed on him by the man she had called husband. Today was unfortunate; he had been involved in something unrelated when they crossed paths. The usual routine of coming and going unnoticed, watching over her, sabotaged by coincidence. Seeing her was already difficult on a multitude of levels. Recognizing the pain of acknowledgement in her gaze also unfair. A private burden, he reminded himself, which he had chosen for himself long ago. That was why no matter how painful he already knew what it was he had to do to keep her safe. Walk away. Leave. Do not become an active part of her life. Allow her to move on. So Vincent’s tattered cape swept him up, the motion clean and efficient - unnatural. He turned himself into the nearest alleyway where, every bit of him inhuman, he sunk into the shadows and rose upward. Like a red bolt he bounced off the walls, unseen hand and claw catching at the brickwork. It was over in an instant; he crouched atop the roof of his conquest, silent. Once he had made certain that she continued on her way home he would too.

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A sharp exhale, audible in the silent night, passed through rosen lips, chin lifting to follow the scarlet shadow that flew through the darkness of the city. Bangs settled over her eyes, one heel clicking against the pavement as she unconsciously stepped forward in a reflexive attempt to follow him.

Her heart sank in her chest. What had she expected? Recognition, revelation, reconciliation. Step one, two, and three seamlessly executed after one another to create the desired outcome. Sadly, emotions couldn't be controlled like cells and elements; couldn't be measured and mixed and regulated -- they were an uncontainable corrosive substance, poisoning everything they came in contact with.

Or maybe that was just her.

A slow blink, yet another sigh, heavier this time, and she hung her head, gathering her strength before moving forward, across the street and to the alleyway the marksman had entered moments previous. She should let this go. He had no desire to see her -- she was his tormentor in every sense of the word. Why did she hunt him down like this?

Because he was all she had left of a past long gone.

In the darkness of the alley, the scientist lifted her head, scanning the tops of the buildings or what she could see of them, determination hinting at the tension in her brow.

"--...Vincent. You're here; I know you are."

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[Hi! I've been looking everywhere for a good Lucrecia and someone recommended you. ]

ChaosTheories; ISUFHGIUSGH REALLY?? Well ahhhhh thank you whoever you were that recommended me! Sorry I've been so inactive lately OTL I really do love this girl here and I'll try to be a bit more active on her but I'd love to RP sometime!

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deny-me walks through the streets of Edge.

It had been a long time since she had felt pain. The Jenova cells within her body had been merciful as of late, and her headaches had been few if it all for months now. Discounting the occasional prick of a needle or slice of a scalpel from her work at the hospital, she had all but forgotten the horrible sensation.

Yet one glimpse of crimson brought it all back with a vengeance.

Chocolate hues narrowed, brow drawing together and lips tensing, a visible wince upon her features that she couldn't try to hide. Should she call to him? Approach him? She felt ridiculous, standing there like a frightened animal -- she was far more logical than this, yet her heart staggered in her chest upon the mere sight of the gunman.

Unable to find her voice, she simply stood at the side of the empty road, the dim light of a nearby street lamp illuminating her figure. Her clothes had changed, yet the lab jacket remained the same, as did her hair and features. All the recognizable bits were there -- now it was up to him to simply look to the side. Just one glance, and history would begin to move forward once again.