I have faith in nights.

"I have passed by the watchman on his beat and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain." | Indie Vincent of the 1987-90 TV Show Beauty and the Beast | NOT SPOILER FREE! | FC: Ron Perlman as Vincent | Penned by Silence | AU & OC Friendly | Mutuals Only | Any NSFW will be tagged: nsfw | Side blog of fallxnprxnce | Muse is 30+, Mun is 40+ | 20+ Only Please!

[nightacquainted]

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This is a side blog, so follows will be from @fallxnprxnce​. {{ Mun is 40+ || 20+ only please! || Minors DNI! || Rules }}

I have a weekly schedule (see below) to divide activity for all my currently active RP blogs. Outside of a few exceptions if I get inspiration for something, I will only be posting for blogs on their scheduled days. You can send me asks, memes, and reply to threads on off days, but I may wait to respond until that blog is scheduled. Note: I'm a night owl, so most of my writing is done between 9PM and 5AM (EST).

INFORMATION ABOUT THE MUSE: My Vincent will be canon unless otherwise stated, however there may be small details about his background or details I add in headcanons that may be different or not part of his original canon material. Vincent’s main “About the Muse” post is here, but you can also read more about my interpretation of him in this directory. Not sure how your muse might be able to interact with Vincent? His “About” post contains potential starter ideas, or you can look at my rp verses for him here!​

RP SCHEDULE: 

(Note: “Free” nights are when I’m busiest. I may not be on at all, or I may use those days as spillover for the blogs scheduled immediately before or after them, if time permits.)

SUNDAY & MONDAY: (FREE)

TUESDAY: @thenexusofsouls (multimuse blog - current muse list)

WEDNESDAY: (FREE)

THURSDAY: @tarnishedxknight (Final Fantasy XII multimuse blog - current muse list)

FRIDAY: (FREE)

SATURDAY: (These blogs will alternate by group every other week!)

Group 1 @armed-and-alxne, (Luther Donovan, Red Widow)

Group 2 @freewillacquired (Matt Addison / Nemesis, Resident Evil)

[nightacquainted]

{out of the tunnels} Vincent is really quiet right now, and I don't have a lot of replies to do anyway, so I'm gonna let him rest for now. In fact, things are going to be quiet here this month because I've got several things I'm doing for spooky season that fall on the weekends. Normally I'd be back here in two weeks on 10/18, but I'm going to a convention that day and don't expect to be back until late. I probably am gonna be too tired to get much writing done that day. On the 25th, I'll be on Matt/Nemmy's blog because they're getting skipped on the 11th. So the next time I'll be back here is on 11/1. I know that's a bit of a break, but it's just how things fall this month, and it's always worse when I have to skip on Saturdays because I write those blogs every other week. But after this month I should be pretty consistently here on schedule again. So I'll see everyone back here on 11/1, and I'll also be open to doing Halloween-themed threads then too. Just because it'll be after Halloween doesn't mean we can't still have fun. =)

[nightacquainted]

{out of the tunnels} That's all for tonight! I'll be back here again in two weeks, on 10/4. Hooray for spooky month! Goodnight for now! =)

[nightacquainted]

“Vincent… can I ask you a personal question? Do you think that you would ever want to start a family?”

Vincent was a long time in answering Wanda, and the question seemed to make him a bit sad. He sighed and his gaze dropped as he searched for the right words to explain how he felt. He didn't want to upset her, for no doubt it was something they should seriously consider as a couple, either way, but things were not so simple for him.

"If such a thing were possible for me without... incident... then, yes, I would," was his initial answer, though of course he knew he had to explain further. Wanda deserved to know the truth of how he felt. "I could never in good conscience doom any innocent child to my fate. Because of what I am, I have endured ridicule, prejudice, violence, cruelty, and many other things no one should ever have to live with, let alone a child. If I could ensure that any child I would have would not be... like me..."

He trailed off, feeling ashamed for some reason. When he was with Wanda, or others close to him like father, Mouse, and Mary, it was easy to forget how he looked and what he was. But all Vincent had to do was step outside into the World Above for even just a few minutes, and any people he encountered would quickly remind him of it. They would scream and run, or call him a freak, or even attack him. How could he want that kind of stigma and pain for his own children?

"I feel responsible for any child I might have, and if there is a potential a child of mine could turn out like me, I would feel as though I have knowingly cursed it to the pain that I have known," he said. "If not for that, I would want a family. But it has always remained, for me, an impossible dream. I... I know of no way of guaranteeing I would not condemn my child to my fate." His gaze fell again, knowing he might disappoint her with his answer. He only hoped this wouldn't be something she might decide to leave him over...

[nightacquainted]

"There is... also that..." Vincent said, the shame setting in almost immediately. "I would never wish to hurt you, but... so far... I've not lost control whenever we have been together. I pray that I never do. But that is not what I meant." After he explained, he saw Wanda's expression and hoped he wasn't hurting her with his words and fears. He was only trying to be honest with her and to answer her question as well as he could. Honesty was important in a relationship, after all.

He felt such immense relief when she said she understood his feelings and worries, closing his eyes as her fingers brushed through his hair. As much as it pained him to give her that sort of answer, Vincent knew that his appearance, his... condition, whatever it may be, would always be the elephant in the room with regard to any conversation about potentially having a family. As hard as it was to talk about, he knew it was best that they discuss this early and come to an understanding on how to move forward in their relationship.

But when she asked if there was a way, if he'd be more interested in having a family then, Vincent's head canted. "Of course I would. If... if there was some way I could be certain that my child would be spared my fate, that they would take more after you than me... that would be such a blessing, would it not? To know our child would not be ridiculed, or hunted, or have to live their life down Below, never knowing his mother's world? I would given anything for that. But... such reassurances are impossible to have... aren't they?" He knew nothing of the world of genetics, and even less about the technological capabilities of the Avengers...

[nightacquainted]

“Would you dance with me?”

There was a celebration going on in the tunnels, one of many seasonal transitions honored annually by a dance and a feast, complete with fancy costumes and music played by talented tunnel residents. Vincent had made an appearance earlier in the evening, for many of the children were asking for him, but after he'd made the rounds and the children had gone to bed, and when Wanda arrived, Vincent was content to retreat to his room with her.

He knew Wanda was uncomfortable around some of the tunnel dwellers, and that she didn't overly care for parties or large crowds. Out of respect for that, and a desire to have some time with her, he suggested they have their own private celebration. The music could still be heard all the way in Vincent's room, and they had been just talking, relaxing, and enjoying each other's company when Wanda asked if he would dance with her.

Vincent's head canted a little and he smiled the warmest, most affectionate smile. "I would be delighted to," he replied softly, rising from where he was lounging on his bed and drawing her close, swaying with her, keeping somewhat in time with the music. Nuzzling her hair and taking in her scent, Vincent began to purr in contentment of having his love close to him. "I did not know you liked to dance," he said, for she had never asked him to dance with her before now.

[nightacquainted]

Vincent didn't mind retreating to his room with Wanda, and he knew everyone else would understand. Perhaps the children would be a bit disappointed, but it was not as though they didn't get to see him almost every day. It wasn't every day that he had the opportunity to see Wanda, or even every other day. She had her life and he had his, and they only got to overlap at a precious few times a month when she had time away from her work. It was important to him to make himself available for her whenever she could get away, and to make the most of the time they did have together.

Music had always been a very large and important part of Vincent's life. From listening to those who lived in the tunnels play their instruments, to making his way to the passageways beneath the Metropolitan Opera House or Lincoln Center to listen to the music and singing there, Vincent had always loved music, and it had helped him through some dark times in his life. So when Wanda wanted to dance, he was more than happy to share the music with her and let it be the background of yet another important phase of his life.

"It is the perfect moment," he agreed. "Any moment I spend with you is a celebration for me, Wanda." His words were laced with love and devotion, and there was a warmth to his gaze as he held her close and slowly danced with her. "I'm glad you could come tonight. Anytime you visit, I cannot help but be grateful."

Though, as he considered where they were right now, and why, Vincent found himself feeling a bit guilty. "I only wish... that I could take you places, go out with you, be in your life with you... as any true lover should," he whispered. "Does it ever bother you, that I live here? That I must stay out of view... and out of your world? I would never want you to suffer for my own restrictions. I love you, Wanda... and I want to give you all that I can, but..." He sighed. "You know that I cannot always do that, even though I wish to," he whispered, looking a little ashamed.

[nightacquainted]

{out of the tunnels} Alright, that's all for tonight! I'll be back here in two weeks, on 9/20. I'll see everyone then! =)

[nightacquainted]

"I don't understand..." Abby finally huffed. "How Dr. Wells..." Not 'Father', she would call him doctor in acceptance that he never should've been stripped of that, but she never called him 'Father.' "Keeps you so wrapped around his finger. He hates the world, fine, but I don't like how scared of the world he's made you. People are going to be shitty, no matter how you look, and trust the expert, there are people who look worse than..." Abby sighed, not wanting to finish that sentence. "All kinds of people have made it up there, found communities that allow us to be part of society... You're a grown up. It's normal to want to fly the nest, and you deserve to. You should be taking the world by storm!"

She knew circles where his physical differences would fit him right in with some amazing people. She would be his greatest advocate, explore every option, if he just said yes.

Vincent's head canted as he listed to Abby, his gaze dropping in thought. He understood where she was coming from, of course, but she was also looking at things through much different eyes than he, or even than Father. Ever the compassionate and empathetic diplomat, Vincent tried to help Abby understand Father as he does. "I do not think he hates the world, I only think that he has been hurt by it. People tend to shy away from things that hurt them. He feels he has made a better world down here in the tunnels, and whether that is true or not, it makes it easy for him to continue to forget and ignore the World Above. I can no more fault him for his methods of coping than I can say that my own are superior."

He didn't believe Father had deliberately try to instill fear in him regarding the World Above. If he was afraid, and at times he truly was, it was more because of his own experiences than the words of others. "He is afraid for me. He wants to protect me," Vincent explained. "To him, safety resembles isolation and overprotection. He tries to prevent pain and suffering before they happen, as any doctor might."

"When I was young, I was sure that Father's words about the World Above were exaggerated, that he was discouraging me from going there because he wanted to control me. So I ventured out on my own," he shared. "More often than not, those outings ended in confusion, fear, and sometimes even injury. Once I had tested Father's boundaries and experienced that world for myself, I did not need him to tell me of the dangers that lurked in it, for I had seen them myself. If I choose to remain here because of that, is that so wrong? There are those here who need me, depend on me. I am not alone here."

Vincent knew that Abby was only trying to help him, and that she felt badly for his situation in general, but life had convinced him long ago that there was no place for him in the World Above...

[nightacquainted]

“Vincent… can I ask you a personal question? Do you think that you would ever want to start a family?”

Vincent was a long time in answering Wanda, and the question seemed to make him a bit sad. He sighed and his gaze dropped as he searched for the right words to explain how he felt. He didn't want to upset her, for no doubt it was something they should seriously consider as a couple, either way, but things were not so simple for him.

"If such a thing were possible for me without... incident... then, yes, I would," was his initial answer, though of course he knew he had to explain further. Wanda deserved to know the truth of how he felt. "I could never in good conscience doom any innocent child to my fate. Because of what I am, I have endured ridicule, prejudice, violence, cruelty, and many other things no one should ever have to live with, let alone a child. If I could ensure that any child I would have would not be... like me..."

He trailed off, feeling ashamed for some reason. When he was with Wanda, or others close to him like father, Mouse, and Mary, it was easy to forget how he looked and what he was. But all Vincent had to do was step outside into the World Above for even just a few minutes, and any people he encountered would quickly remind him of it. They would scream and run, or call him a freak, or even attack him. How could he want that kind of stigma and pain for his own children?

"I feel responsible for any child I might have, and if there is a potential a child of mine could turn out like me, I would feel as though I have knowingly cursed it to the pain that I have known," he said. "If not for that, I would want a family. But it has always remained, for me, an impossible dream. I... I know of no way of guaranteeing I would not condemn my child to my fate." His gaze fell again, knowing he might disappoint her with his answer. He only hoped this wouldn't be something she might decide to leave him over...

[flawed---by---design]

To Face a Beast

for @nightacquainted

"How did you know to come?"

"Mouse came to get me." Tracey barely bothered to look at Father, instead following the frightened gazes of about a dozen people down a dark, damp-looking tunnel. Gods knew that her constant "differences" with the old man weren't important right now. "What happened?"

"Went hunting," Mouse said, his voice fallen into a horrified quiet. "Paracelsus."

"WHAT?"

Father sighed. "Vincent went looking for him," he said sadly. "We think... we think he found him." Tracey heard a noise coming from the tunnel, a distant roaring sound that was all too familiar. It felt like dropping a chunk of concrete into her stomach. No...

Tracey took a step towards the tunnel, feeling hands grab her arm to hold her back. "He's gone mad," Mary told her, in a shaking voice.

Tracey ignored the woman, looking at the doctor. "He got dosed, didn't he?" At Father's nod, she closed her eyes for a moment. "It took me ten hours to get past it, do you know how much he got?"

"The hall was shining," Mouse answered. "Everywhere."

"EVERYWHERE?" Her eyes widened.

"He must have been exposed to far more than you were," Father sighed. He ran a hand over his eyes, and Tracey wondered if she saw tears in the dim candlelight. There was another roar from the hall. Tracey registered that it didn't sound like her friend when he was fighting, more like...

"Man's on one hell of a bad trip..." she sighed. "But it'll wear off, right?" Father gave her a look that she herself usually gave to others. It was the look of annoyance at someone else's stupidity. "Unless he overdosed," the doctor said.

[nightacquainted]

Indeed, Vincent was not his usual kempt self. Aside from discarding his cloak, he was a sweaty, grungy mess, having bounced off enough tunnel walls to pick up the dust of ages on his clothes and hair. There was a vicious yet uncoordinated air about him, not unlike animals suffering from rabies who are frustrated, confused, and scared as to why their faculties are failing them. Vincent blinked repeatedly and twitched from time to time in a quick, balloon-popping-in-the-face sort of manner, as he tried to clear the hellish hallucinations and disorienting, vaseline-esque filter from his sight.

Tracey's presence had unfortunately riled him up, because to him, she looked too-large, distorted, and bathed in the bright, primal alarm colors of reds and yellows. He didn't understand what was happening, or who this creature before him was, so he did what any cornered animal would... he lashed out at it. A roar and a swiped of his claws through nothing but air resulted before he shrank back against the wall, his aggression receding quickly with the way he pressed himself to it out of sheer fear.

His mouth was dry, his head hurt, and he was sure he'd bruised himself with the multitude of time she'd crashed into things while barreling through the tunnels in a frenzy. None of that bothered him nearly as much as the visions, though. He couldn't discern hallucination from reality anymore, and when Tracey arrived, Vincent thought she was some horrific monster come to kill him. His heart raced and he was prepared to try and intimidate the thing away from him yet again... when it spoke to him?

He... he recognized the voice, and it served to derail his panic for a second. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he slumped against the wall, still breathing hard but now deathly still side from that, wondering why this monster had Tracey's voice.

Unless...

For some reason, the drug had caused a regression in him. He couldn't speak, or at least he didn't think to. In response to the terrifying vision's question, therefore, all he did was slowly nod his head. However, he still remained tightly coiled inside, ready to either fight or flee depending on what the figure with Tracey's voice did next...

[nightacquainted]

“Would you dance with me?”

There was a celebration going on in the tunnels, one of many seasonal transitions honored annually by a dance and a feast, complete with fancy costumes and music played by talented tunnel residents. Vincent had made an appearance earlier in the evening, for many of the children were asking for him, but after he'd made the rounds and the children had gone to bed, and when Wanda arrived, Vincent was content to retreat to his room with her.

He knew Wanda was uncomfortable around some of the tunnel dwellers, and that she didn't overly care for parties or large crowds. Out of respect for that, and a desire to have some time with her, he suggested they have their own private celebration. The music could still be heard all the way in Vincent's room, and they had been just talking, relaxing, and enjoying each other's company when Wanda asked if he would dance with her.

Vincent's head canted a little and he smiled the warmest, most affectionate smile. "I would be delighted to," he replied softly, rising from where he was lounging on his bed and drawing her close, swaying with her, keeping somewhat in time with the music. Nuzzling her hair and taking in her scent, Vincent began to purr in contentment of having his love close to him. "I did not know you liked to dance," he said, for she had never asked him to dance with her before now.

[onlyrpmemes]

Is there anything you don’t understand about my muse?

❓ Go ahead and ask.

[rpmemesiwanttosee]

Ask anything you'd like about my characterization or how I play my character.

ㅤ

[melamemea]

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

[nightacquainted]

{out of the tunnels} Still planning to be here tonight. I'm gonna post some general development memes in second, and then I'll see everyone later tonight! =)

[nightacquainted]

{out of the tunnels} Alright, that's all for tonight, folks! I'm off to bed. I'll be back here again in two weeks, on 9/6. That's the first week of classes, though, and we're launching a whole new textbook and LMS this semester, so... things may be crazy. I'll likely be on hiatus from rping from 9/1 to 9/5, so I should still be here on 9/6, but if I need to skip that day, I'll just be here the following Sat (9/13) instead, and alternate from there. I don't think I'll need to do that, but if I do, I'll let everyone know. Goodnight for now! =)

[flawed---by---design]

To Face a Beast

for @nightacquainted

"How did you know to come?"

"Mouse came to get me." Tracey barely bothered to look at Father, instead following the frightened gazes of about a dozen people down a dark, damp-looking tunnel. Gods knew that her constant "differences" with the old man weren't important right now. "What happened?"

"Went hunting," Mouse said, his voice fallen into a horrified quiet. "Paracelsus."

"WHAT?"

Father sighed. "Vincent went looking for him," he said sadly. "We think... we think he found him." Tracey heard a noise coming from the tunnel, a distant roaring sound that was all too familiar. It felt like dropping a chunk of concrete into her stomach. No...

Tracey took a step towards the tunnel, feeling hands grab her arm to hold her back. "He's gone mad," Mary told her, in a shaking voice.

Tracey ignored the woman, looking at the doctor. "He got dosed, didn't he?" At Father's nod, she closed her eyes for a moment. "It took me ten hours to get past it, do you know how much he got?"

"The hall was shining," Mouse answered. "Everywhere."

"EVERYWHERE?" Her eyes widened.

"He must have been exposed to far more than you were," Father sighed. He ran a hand over his eyes, and Tracey wondered if she saw tears in the dim candlelight. There was another roar from the hall. Tracey registered that it didn't sound like her friend when he was fighting, more like...

"Man's on one hell of a bad trip..." she sighed. "But it'll wear off, right?" Father gave her a look that she herself usually gave to others. It was the look of annoyance at someone else's stupidity. "Unless he overdosed," the doctor said.

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Vincent clumsily braced himself against the walls as he stumbled from one side of the hallway to the other. He felt sick, poisoned, like he was about to lose whatever his most recent meal had been all over the floor, and yet... nothing came up. Instead, he couldn't stop growling, feeling so incredibly agitated that he wanted to jump out of his skin. No amount of blinking his eyes made the world stop spinning and swaying, and terrifying visions lurked around every corner. He heard voices and other sounds that frightened him on a primal level, and everything he saw for some reason made him nothing short of enraged.

The worst part was how overheated he felt. His hair was soaking with sweat, and beads of it dripped down his face and into his eyes. His breathing had begun to border on panting to keep cool, when he wasn't snarling or growling, of course. His heart race, his pulse audible up in his sensitive ears. After a what felt like an eternity of this uncomfortable hot sensation, Vincent tore off his thick, hefty cloak, unable to stand neither its weight nor the insulating it provided any longer. He tossed it away without care, the hall echoing with the extreme frustration expressed by the roar that followed as he continued to make his way down the hall.

Footsteps... Was someone approaching? Vincent tried to stop and listen, sweat still dripping into the eyes he kept compulsively blinking. It didn't help to stop the strangeness or the wooziness of the world, but he couldn't help but continually try. The footsteps seemed to be coming from everywhere. He couldn't pinpoint their location, or how many people might be approaching him. And, like all other things at present, this made him angry.

That he was not in control of himself was clear, both from his savage facial expression as well as just how ragged he looked. He was not his usual, semi-neat self (save for the often wayward poof of that literal mane of his), but a disheveled heap of misfiring nerves and overloaded senses. The moment he saw movement at the end of the hall, having collapsed with his back against one wall, Vincent looked generally in the direction of it... and roared his loudest yet, bearing his sharp teeth without restraint.

[nightacquainted]

“VINCENT!!! I’ve missed you handsome.”

Vincent had been the first one to realize that Wanda had returned. Before he saw or even heard her, he sensed that she was near. He closed the book he had been reading and hurried out of his room, past a bewildered Father, and into the maze of tunnels that led to various entrance points.

It had been difficult for him to be parted from her for so long, even though she had reassured him that she would be alright. Wanda had been needed for a mission in Europe that was going to take time, and so Vincent knew it would be weeks before he would see her again. Not a day went by when he hadn't thought of her, or wondered if she was indeed as alright as she'd said.

When he turned a corner and saw her there, finally, after waiting such a long time, he hugged her the moment she ran over to him, wrapping her in a warm and protective embrace. "I've missed you too, Wanda..." Vincent said, emotion overwhelming him. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes. "Each and every day, I worried for you and hoped for your safe return." He couldn't help but nuzzle her hair and temple as he held her, and a loud, rumbling purr began to resonate in his chest.

[nightacquainted]

Vincent had worried so much for Wanda. It was not as though she could not take care of herself, to some extent, but he still felt anxious, for the Avengers' missions could often be dangerous and unpredictable. Until she was back safely and in his arms, he was going to worry. There were sleepless nights and tense nightmares, and nothing anyone said to him seemed to shake him from the melancholy that followed him around.

But now here Wanda was, safe and sound and standing right there with him, and Vincent couldn't be happier or more relieved. It felt so good to embrace her, to hear her voice, and there was such love in his eyes as she pulled back to look at him. and he smiled at her sweet sentiment of not being able to wait another minute to see him. "I knew it the moment you had entered the tunnels. I felt you near," he whispered as he held her close. He couldn't stop purring, not that he wanted to. He was just that happy, and contented too, for he could finally relax knowing she was safe.

He nodded as she suggested that they go to his chambers and make themselves comfortable. "I'd like that very much," he said. Like a true gentleman, he offered Wanda his arm to hold onto as they walked back into the heart of the tunnels and where Vincent made his home. "Everything went well, then, I assume? With your mission?" he asked, giving her an opportunity to talk about it if she needed to.