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rp-sephiroth replied to your post
Too much ghost and not enough science mama to my personal tastes.
//I wanted to go with this approach rather than have her be what most see her as, to be honest. :) There are plenty of science mamas out there though! I'm more of a dead mama. XD
sire-terra-corrupt replied to your post
//*watches from afar and still wants Ghosty feelz*
//*makes with the grabby hands because Lu wants her Grimoire to hauuuuunt*
//We need to make a thread <3 yes yes. She is at the Shinra manor right?
//That she is! She's constantly there, walking the halls over and over. Repeating some days over and over, other times just pondering over her life.
sire-terra-corrupt replied to your post
//*watches from afar and still wants Ghosty feelz*
//*makes with the grabby hands because Lu wants her Grimoire to hauuuuunt*
many more lost souls have entered the mansion
so romantic
Here lies Vincent Valentine.
The statement would not have been an exaggeration for here is where Vincent Valentine’s heart is. If she is gone, that what of him? Pale. Too pale. Even as caught off-guard as I am, I still cannot help but note the lack of rose-tinted flush once adorning lovely complexion. It was almost a reminder of that night. Lost midst twilight was her tears whispers upon navy enshroud. Its frozen blade cut through cloth and slithered through skin to the place where rhythmic drum softly pulsed.
It was effective… more effective than any weapon could ever be, and I found myself swallow. The moist from this sleepy lagoon did nothing to quench the thirst within. It did nothing to stop the desperate yearning for cuspate digit to reach out. Perhaps a confirmation could have been granted there? Just the briefest touch if she will permit? Daring, Vincent Valentine once was in many ways. Yet, the broken marionette whom his life had digressed to did not even possess the courage to meet her eyes. Hence, it had came to be that twin pools of blood now found themselves tightly shutter, allowing breathe to be exhaled in silent shudder.
Too long. Too long. It was too little as well, in what I’d managed to achieve. The promise, will she ask? How indeed may I face this? I shook my head. From side to side, charcoal tresses swayed to the force of my own denial where tighten jaw would speak of the man’s own demise. “I… Did you not see?” It was the wrong thing to say for certain; yet somehow it just seemed so right. Don’t you see? Here is me. Always here. Always here for you, Luc. Long lashes torn aflutter. It took seconds before I felt myself compose enough for two bleeding orbs to shifted toward hers in meeting. It is nothing like that night, but it is that night.
Like a thing dragged through sand paper, words parted from constricted throat. Unbeknownst to self, the cut of red stood prominent against black where gloved hand was left clutching upon crimson cowl, twisted, draining the pale limb of its blood.
"I am here, Luc.”
…๑۩†нєяє ℓιєѕ ℓυ¢яє¢ια ¢яєѕ¢єηт†۩๑… This wandering soul knew no rest, for it was trapped here in memory. Bound by the wickedness that was inherit in those who sought prestige and coveting what was not meant to be theirs. Fools, all of them. The man who wanted what he could not have. The beast who sought destruction for knowledge. A woman who knew so little of the consequences of her own ill-advised actions. Each went their own way, but her. Because every one of them had some kind of remnant left behind to suffer.
۞ They'd all perished in their way, but each retained some part of their soul in the world of the living where they ought not to be. Regret, greed and rage in turn. Did he know how much she suffered here by herself? There would be no sweet lover to turn to here, for that beloved soul returned to the Lifestream already, to pass on -- free as could be. But she did not pass. What remained with Jenova stayed behind to linger with great disdain, dragging the inconscient soul to come across her to the depths of Hell to rot. Oh, there were so many souls out there, so many men who fell to her wiles. So many bleeding hearts felt false sympathy for the weeping angel in white, her face obscured by her shaking hands.
۞ Such idiots. Did this one think to save her, too? He would be doomed. Yes, this one especially, she saw. She knew. She recognized. She'd loved and hated this man in turns until her mind did not know where the hate or the love started and began.
۞ "Are you really here, Vincent?" Lucrecia inquired, her voice echoing the last word. "Where have you been?" she asked once more, face lowering. Pale, translucent digits moved up until they hid away the face of the woman of whom many evils had been rooted. "I have no idea where everyone was...or where my baby went...where did my baby go, Vincent?"
Art used with permission from Crim.
(Because it's always nice to have a collection of Lucrecia videos on your blog. )<3
Did you have romantic feelings for Grimoire Valentine?
…Grim….
I was so excited to work with you.
…moire…!
He looks just like you, the man I killed. Just like you, who died.
Grimoire…
You must hate me.
…Valentine….
I don’t want to remember you.
Grimoire…!
Stay away from me. Keep out of my memories!
G͖͓̭̘͙͖̑ͮ̌͆͂ȑ̳͚ͧͯi̬͙͕̠̯͆ͦ̍m̱̫̈̌͛͛͌̍̚o̤̙͔͚̍ͤͮ̋̈́ͣi̱̬̥̯̗̹̣̖ͮr̻̖ͬͮͫ̊ͯͭͯ̽̚ḛ͇̻͖̤̪̟̤̻̎͋ͤ͊ͪ̌ ̥͉͑̅ͥͣ͋V̟̼͕̄ͪͮ̄̍ȃ̟̤̣͉̺ͦ̌̾̎ͅĺ̪̳̬͓̦̘̝̘̒̂̇̎ͬ̋ͪ̂é͙̱̀ͭ̾̽̏̓̑̚n͖͙͔̤͉͍ͮ̈̏t͎̭̂͊͐i͖̠̦̰̩ͫ̏ͦ͋͌̿̅͋̚n̥̹͖͔̜͇̜̎̏ͨͭe͎̯̯̥̰̓͒̆ͤ
”...I felt nothing for that man.”
Out of lab: I think they would both be torn up, he would feel guilty because it was his research that really opened up the doors to everything else that happened. We need to do this
HauntedSentiment: Hahaha, yessss. Lucrecia would be of two minds about meeting Grimoire. Half of her yearning for forgiveness and the other half wishing him harm and placing blame with him for what happened to her.
sire-terra-corrupt replied to your post “many lost souls have entered the mansion”
Out of the lab: I have a mighty need to have Grimoire run into her. The angst could be amazing.
HauntedSentiments: Have him run into her all dead and hateful and spiteful? Lovely idea! Hahahaha. I wonder who would be more tormented...Lucy or Grimoire? Lucy has this incredible guilt eating at her still about letting Grimoire die because of her...
