[sanguinepeccatorum]

Hearing your stories has added upon me yet another sin. More nightmares will come to me now. More than I previously had.

INDIE, semi-selective VINCENT VALENTINE of Final Fantasy 7, est; 2017.

As written and loved by Lyrieux

|| BIO || UNIVERSES || GENERAL HEADCANONS || RULES || ASK ||

[sacredflorist]

"That's a relief." There's sadness on Aerith's features at these words, though. She remembers only too well how Ifalna had a slow death because of Hojo. And she did everything to protect her. Even now, it's thanks to Ifalna that she's still alive. Even in the Lifestream, her mother has kept protecting her.

There's sadness on her features as she listens to Vincent's words. "I'm sorry for all that happened. It must have been hard..." Especially while not being around when it happened. Aerith was at least at Ifalna's side when she died. She was young, though. She couldn't really understand.

She offers him a sad smile. "Yeah, I get what you mean... The people we met, the ones who matter the most... They end up becoming our family." That's how she feels about her friends. She feels so grateful to have met Elmyra the day she lost Ifalna. She deeply loves both of her moms. They're different, but they both mean the world to her.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

There comes a profound loneliness with the entire loss of ones family - the two of them understood that, though had been at very different stages in their lives when it had happened and under wildly different circumstances. The pain may not have been exactly the same, and Vincent certainly had longer to accept that weight in his chest - but there bore an understanding there.

As for found family; it was different. Nobody could replace the close confines of blood, but the fact that each member chose to be there, to defend, to protect, to keep company... It meant much. In the face of the atrocities that lay ahead, Vincent was certain those newly formed bonds would be tested, but they would have to hold firm if they were to succeed.

"...I do hope I am not a father figure in that patched family. I'd make an awful one." It was a dry attempt at a joke.

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[sacredflorist]

"I think your mom was right about that." Aerith lets a soft chuckle escape her mouth. Of course the fact that Ifalna was a Cetra has contributed to shape Aerith that way. Early in her life, she learned that a connection with the Planet itself was important, so Aerith has always taken care of it. Flowers, plants, animals... they're all precious and important.

There's sadness on Aerith's features as she listens to Vincent. It's rare that he opens himself, though, and she's glad he feels comfortable enough with her to actually be willing to share this much. "I'm sorry about your mother... about your parents." She offers him a sad, comforting smile. "Music and flowers are great. I think... I think my mom would have enjoyed music, too, if we weren't trapped into this lab. Maybe they would have gotten along."

[sanguinepeccatorum]

"...It was a mercy it was quick." Vincent hadn't been old enough at the time to understand what was happening to his mother, not fully - but he had looked into it since, re-read old medical records once he was old enough and had exposed himself to the truth.

"My father, however... made his choice. I had been on duty that day, as a Turk; heard of what had happened from my superior that afternoon." And had kept working, too; because compassionate leave wasn't on the cards for someone leashed to ShinRa in such a way. He hadn't minded, at the time- he hadn't been close with Grimoire, but the void of not having any parents left to support him had grown greater as time had gone onward.

"I've found that the family one picks up through the throes of life ends up meaning more than the memories of those I've lost, anyway." A patchwork of people of whom had meant more, done more- stood there for longer when nobody else had; those people, spoken of or otherwise, meant much to he of whom often didn't say anything at all.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

Anonymous Asked: How do you and Raiden get on out there in the field? MENTIONED: @zendatsu

"Well enough." Vincent's tone sits low and plain, the majority of his attention fixated upon the rifle lay across his lap - dainty parts being cleaned and meticulously put back together entirely by memory. He appeared outwardly disinterested, mayhap even considered detached but his consciousness was mulling over memories with ease.

Over the years, Vincent had worked alongside all variety of company's and individuals since leaving the bitter grasp of ShinRa, and he could name very few he actually found to be competent both physically and morally. In his time working alongside Raiden, on and off, he had found the fellow to be easy to work with and he largely put it down to the fact both of them had very similar viewpoints and understandings. They knew one another's strengths and weaknesses and planned accordingly - no issue, no bravado.

They got deployed, they talked shit, they got the job done. That's what mattered, most of all - - but besides that, Vincent did enjoy his company. Long nights had seen them both converse on and off for hours, in inhospitable or downright dangerous locations, it was difficult to not get even a base understanding of a person when diving to the depths of random topics.

He appreciated Raiden - as a comrade, as a friend. They'd had one another's backs through all sorts of shite and it was the only contract request Vincent didn't consider turning down.

Did they get on? He'd say so.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

i've got brianworms for vincents metal gear universe dont mind me i gotta get to old asks-

[sacredflorist]

Aerith's eyes remain on the shroom as she listening to Vincent's words. The truth is that there's sadness on her face right now, as much as she wants to hide it. It makes her think of her own mother, of Ifalna, who was even more connected to the Planet than Aerith herself was. The same mother who just saved her from a certain death...

"My mom also loved everything botanical. My other mom is more passionate about flowers than the rest, but both of them... They seem to have stuff in common." She lets a soft chuckle escape her mouth, trying to light up her own mood. She clears her throat and looks at Vincent again. "How... How were they like ? Your parents."

[sanguinepeccatorum]

Vincent listens in his own state of silence for a moment. He wasn't a particularly spiritual man, but he wonders if something had lead the woman that had raised Aerith to her - perhaps her mother. Similar spirits, similar hearts.

"My mother would have argued that a love for nature was the sign of a good person." He takes pause, just long enough to contemplate the question posed with no small amount of conflict written upon his expression.

"My mother was gentle, had a large love for music and flowers. She was a pianist, a dancer... her eyes kind." He begins to walk once more as he contemplated further; "My father was strict, married to his work. Put science largely above the needs of his family. He made great discoveries, pushed his field beyond what they thought possible. But it cost him his life in the end - - but by that point, my mother had already passed after a short illness. Even then, he was not by her side. She ... was an angel and he didn't deserve her."

[sanguinepeccatorum]

OOC: I haven't vanished, I promise. Just doing a bit catch up on my other blogs and then I'll be here to do the same, and some maintenance.

[sacredflorist]

This place is strange. Aerith thinks is pretty, though, no matter how unusual it may seem. She remembers the stories Ifalna used to tell her back when she was still a child. The young Cetra has always known the world had a lot to offer, but she has spent so much time in Midgar... She never knew she could see it for herself one day. Maybe that's why she needs to survive this much. There's still so much to discover about the world and about life itself...

She raises a curious eyebrow at Vincent's words. Now she's showing that she knows nothing about the world. Maybe she spent too much time in the slums. "Oh, really ? How do you know ?" she asks before she stops toward the path to the lifespring so she could stop and observe a mushroom properly.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

"...my mother loved everything botanical.." He admitted quietly; the majority of his knowledge regarding such coming from either Aerith or his mother; memories playing with the present. "...our home had once looked like one of those large, botanical gardens. My father wasn't too fond--" But he had loved it; so much beauty and greenery, scents... as a child, it had made him feel safe, happy.

He takes pause, too, leans idly against a rock wall to observe Aerith with arms crossed; they'd time to spare for the moment, and he didn't doubt there was all kinds of wonder to be found in that system. Places such as that... they always had surprises to be found.

[agloryofuniicorns]

The moment between them was a string, pulled taunt near to the point of snapping. To much pressure, too much pull, and the connection between them would break in two. An instant of understanding, a single word to bring them closer, and instead it might have turned into something stronger. A bridge of connection instead of a noose made to hang one - or both of them.

In just one simple sentence, the string snapped. Not neatly; thin strands still held on stubbornly, refusing to allow for a clean cut that would remove the overwhelming and suffocating sensation of betrayal that the words left. But the core of their connection was gone from nothing more than one

simple sentence.

I'm not willing to share at the moment.

With everything that Vincent was asking of him, the faith and trust he felt that Cloud could put in his companions, to hear that there was a piece of him that he simply was not willing to share-- it made it feel hollow and empty. Little more than a lie meant to offer hope when none existed.

He wanted to find something pithy and cutting to say to underscore the moment, but Cloud had never been good at coming up with spur-of-the-moment comments. Perhaps it was better that he said nothing, leaving his response as little more than a long, empty stare.

The airship would stop before long, and when it did he would leave. Tifa would try to stop him if she was aware of what he was planning. Barrett would curse him... and it didn't matter. If the world was going to be saved, then he was not going to be part of it.

The one who helped to lead Aerith to her death did not deserve to save a world that he had condemned.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

Adding to the viciousness of the situation wouldn't help it, whether information regarding Vincent's own endeavours were wanted or otherwise. He felt, in that moment, that it would be best for him to not say aught further and thus he simply returns to the group and continues with their intentions. The arrival of the airship, their movement at the decisions of the rest of the team - - it all moved with the heavy weight of grief and loss looming over them like a terrible smog; not only for Aerith, but now for Cloud, too, once they'd landed.

For a while, the rest of them remained at the airstrip and allowed themselves a moment to stew on everything that had happened before they began their slow walk through the wilderness that would eventually lead them to their next destination. Emotions were flared, talking was non-existent and Vincent wondered if the team would survive as a group and manage to face the dark forces pressing down upon them.

Alas, they'd very little time to contemplate it any further. The size and viciousness of the beast that came bounding out of the undergrowth gave none of them time enough to react well, and though Vincent moves out of the way at the very last second, other members of their party were not so lucky.

Bullets flew, trigger pulled, person manoeuvring - - but the damned thing was fast for its size, and standard bullets ricocheted off spines. He'd no time to aim for more sensitive and less armoured parts given that he had to keep moving - - and the beast in question was not one he recognised, either.

"...damn it."

[aelkurai-art]

I love this outfit on Vincent; I've always wanted to do it justice.

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[tehrevving]

Celebrating the new job contract I signed today with some slutty waist pics 🥰🥰

[venuspenalty]

nothing more attractive to me than Vincent wearing this outfit

[tehrevving]

Some Lament of the Damned shots today cause there’s not nearly enough of this mission for some reason.

[sacredflorist]

p>Trying too hard to be useful is probably what almost got her killed. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to face Sephiroth on her own. But from now she'll be more careful. She has reunited with her friends, and it means the world to her. She wants to still be useful, but maybe she should share more about what she knows. "Thank you, Vincent. I know..." She chuckles a bit. "It's just that it's important for me to play my part." She still doesn't know if she manages to properly summon Holy, but hopefully, she did.

She nods, walking sligthly more quickly ass he feels the lifespring more and more. And then she stops in front of a cave. "I think... I think it's below us, but this is the entrance." Of course there's no clue, but as usual, Aerith just knows. It's like her instincts are talking.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

Below? Vincent's sanguine gaze scans their surrounds ere settling 'pon the caves entrance, partially obstructed by wild plant life and a few rather large rocks. Sabatons pace forward, holding aside a long length of ivy out of the way so his company could pass without being accosted by it; the save that lead within one that already felt damp and if the bioluminescent mushrooms were anything to go by, beautifully diverse in different forms of life.

It was... nice to see; such places silently reminded him of his mother, given her love for anything botanical. Their home, growing up, had been laden with planets of all varieties... She'd have loved Aerith, he thinks.

"...You know, the reason these mushrooms glow is to attract nocturnal insects." It's a rather boring fact, but he felt the bizarre need to share it, regardless. Apparently, there were such things in the cave where Chaos was found, but they had been mutated by the stagnancy that was within the air.

[tehrevving]

Vinny’s clothes and hair getting fucked up on the walkway is my fave thing 🥰

[shockereel]

"haha vincent you are banging my mother"- sephiroth, probably