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[sacredflorist]

Aerith can tell Vincent doesn't really believe there, and she won't force him to do so. She just hopes that her words will eventually find their way to him, for real, so he could eventually start believing her. At least partially. People aren't defined by their past. She doesn't know what he had been through, of course, but it's obvious that it was a lot. Aerith herself had a complicated past and her life is still a mess. She refuses to judge people, no matter what happened to them. She cares for the Turks, after all. She knows her friends won't approve this, but she won't change her mind. Shinra is bad, but not all its people are. Nothing in life is full black or full white. She learned this way too early in her life.

She offers him a warm, comforting smile. "You already have a friend in me. Can I have a friend in you, too ?" Aerith never had much friends before she left Midgar with Cloud and the others. There was Zack, but he disappeared. And the Turks are some kind of friends, but they are also watching over her for Shinra. It makes everything complicated. She puts her hands together, keeping her smile on her lips. "Cloud is Cloud. He enjoys pretending he's not interested." She chuckles a bit. Yes, it was a very good imitation! In her mind, at least. "But Tifa is the kindest. She made me feel like a friend right when we met."

[slumberingchaos]

She truly considered him a friend? Crimson eyes flickered to her face at those words, as if trying to gauge the validity of them. It was odd, seeing the smile that graced her face and the sincerity in her gaze. How long had it been since someone was so candid with their feelings towards him? Decades? It felt like a millennium ago, in another life even. And to add that she wished for herself to be his friend as well? His gaze flickered down to his metal arm, the weightless feeling of it a reminder why he shouldn’t agree. Why he shouldn’t involve another innocent with him despite his earlier words. He was toxic. Vincent believed, completely, that he sowed chaos wherever he went.

Aerith was too good. Too pure. Too nice. Too everything he was not - but even he could see the weight of the world she was forced to carry. He already had enough sins to atone for, what was one more weight to shoulder for the sake of someone who was deserving. Perhaps allowing himself to be the friend she needed, silent and ever present, was what she needed? He couldn’t hurt her if he remained as he was, with only the adjustment of where he lingered should she need a person to rant to.

“As I said… I would like to consider you thus.”

The words slipped from his lips, the collar blocking most of his expression from her view, “And you can consider me one as well - though I admit to knowing very little about what that relationship entails.” It was hard not to be so honest with her. “Tifa is far too kind for her own good, a trait that you both seem to share.” The corner of his mouth flickered upwards, a hint of a smirk edging upon his lips. “But I believe you are right. Cloud has many… boyish tendencies. It is almost as if he were still a boy at times.” Picking on girls and brooding when he did not get his way. A shake of the head was offered, “and the others? Barrett seems to not trust me - even more so because I was a Turk.”

[ripcvnningham]

♡ ⸻ There was a lot about their respective situations that weren't fair or right. Even after so many years, Chrissy found herself wracked with guilt about her own choices in the end. Like Billy, those men is suits that worked for an organisation they weren't allowed to know the name of had given her choices. They could concoct a story in which by some miracle, she'd survived what had happened to her or, they could help her leave and start a new life. Imagine asking an eighteen year old girl such a life changing question like that. Of course she was going to take the out, to get her free pass from never having to go back to her mom and her strict rules and abusive parenting. She was young, scared and just been through an outlandishly terrifying ordeal; she didn't want to go from one dumpster fire to another. So, she'd taken the out.

It was only as she got older that she realised that her choice would have dire consequences for someone else in her life. Her mom was a tyrant, but a tyrant with an image. No doubt Laura Cunningham milked her daughters death with the people at the country club, which would mean her father, while never abusive to Chrissy, though he played his own hand in what happened behind closed doors, would never be able to grieve in silence, because silence had been his weapon of choice when it came to not catching the ire of his wife. And what of her younger brother? Would he have become a new target, or would he have been further neglected? These were things that kept her up at night, well, one of the things anyway. If it wasn't night terrors about what really went down in Hawkins, then it was the guilt of leaving her brother and her dad in the care of her mom.

When Billy accepted her offer to go grab coffee and talk, part of her had been expecting him to say no, to get lost and never seek him out again. Chrissy wouldn't have blamed him for this, after all, who wanted a reminder of the worst time of their life? But the fact he'd said yes, had agreed to talking further with her? That she hadn't expected, and it showed briefly on her face. ❝ Really? I mean, that's great! ❞ She tried not to look too happy about it, but damn if she wasn't ready to get all of this out of her head.

❝ A ride would be great, my car is caput and I haven't had chance to get it in to be repaired, work has been crazy. ❞ The relief she felt was making her chatty, kind of like when people are nervous and they laugh at the most inappropriate of times or get talkative to expel that nervous energy rattling around their bodies.

❝ Parking is good around that area at this time of day, and to say thanks for the ride, I'll pay for lunch. ❞ She was being careful not to give him a look or scold him for his less than savoury comments about the beach goers. Maybe that was his defence mechanism? Who knew?

[slumberingchaos]

Had she really assumed that he wouldn’t want to continue this conversation? Maybe if he was in a healthy place or had any self preservation skills to note he would have turned her down. But … this was the closest he was ever going to get to hear anything about his wayward little sister and what happened after he had all but died in her eyes. She knew so much more and deep down he was desperate to know that after it all she was alright. Even if she was in the arms of that Lucas boy and his nerdy friends, at least she was safe.

“Yeah yeah. Enjoy. Not everyone gets my attention so easily, princess.”

Taking his things in hand once more he lead the way to his sleek American muscle car, intoning his agreement. It wouldn’t be too bad even if they were stuck in the car for a bit in traffic - still served the purpose of them not being out in public while talking about their past. He sauntered over to the passenger’s seat opening it up with a coy smile, “After you.”

Billy waited till she was properly seated before going to his trunk, tossing in his bags, and then entered the car himself keys already in hand. The stereo roared to life along with the engine, the heavy purr of it mixing with the chorus of Nirvana’s newest song. Grinning to himself, he turned and backed out of the parking space, and merged into traffic. “So tell me Princess, what brought you from sleepy little Hawkin’s to this tourist trap?” Might as well make a little conversation as they drove. He wasn’t really one for awkward silences anymore. It made him feel weird, and set his teeth on edge.

[slumberingchaos]

For years, Vincent had tried to fool himself that atoning for the sins that he directly and indirectly caused was the best course of action. He told himself that it was the only right thing to do. That it was not fair that he alone survived - along with the wretch, Hojo. But it was as he listened to the faint footsteps around the manner and heard the tale of the prodigal son Hojo claimed to have reared that spurred his most recent awakening.

Crimson eye flickered from face to face as he walked ever closer to the looming Shinra building on the upper plate. He had little plan of action. He didn’t know where the war hero, ‘Sephiroth’ he reminded himself a name that Lucrecia had mentioned in passing while stroking her slight bump, would be once he was inside. SOLDIERS had their barracks depending on their class and even with his ancient key card and the use of his supernatural abilities…. Well he was not sure he could access the levels necessary without drawing too much attention.

It didn’t matter. He had come this far and he was determined to find him and do what he could not for his mother or even himself. Protect him even at the cost of his life, again.

[slumberingchaos]

Clive had been quiet, not unusually so but enough that the denizens of their little sanctuary seemed a bit perturbed by it. Perhaps it was because he had been opening up a bit more, a fault he would blame on the self professed leader of their merry band of misfits, or perhaps it was because he truly felt as if he were somewhere he could consider safe after so long. Either way, the stares had been enough and though he found himself perched over one of the craigs near the hideaway he was certain that the whispers were following him - and it seemed that they even caught the ear of the one man who would always barge right in during Clive's self imposed isolation. "Do you have need me, Cid or is this something that can wait?"

[slumberingchaos]

"... To what do I owe the pleasure? I had not heard that you would be coming across the strait, else I would have shown to properly receive you."

It had been nearly six months since the fall of Ultima and the slow rebuilding of the world as they knew it. Magic, how they once knew it, was no more though the special few dominates that had been alive since then were the few who retained their abilities. And none were foolish enough to try and tame a dominate as they had the bearers they scorned. Clive had easily conceded the throne of their forebears to his brother, opting only to ease the lives of those that he already cared for - and it had been easier done by taking Waloed as his home instead.

[slumberingchaos]

"You seem troubled."

The words left his mouth unbidden, eyes drifting from the parchment that was in front of him to the woman that leaned against the balcony edge within his chambers. The sigh that left her lips was only one of many observations he had taken in the past few hours that something was remiss with his most treasured of friends and confidants.

"Whatever it is... you can tell me, Jill. No matter how little it is."

[bread--hood]

•☆Vincent Valentine☆•

[slumberingchaos]

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[phoenix-flamed]

"Miles" knew he shouldn't disturb "The Outlaw" while the young man was so preoccupied, but how could he possibly stay away? It was, after all, in the nature of a father to worry over his son. (And worry he very much did, even quietly, what with everything that Clive had endured.)

Booted footsteps were quiet and careful; in the late hour, the less noise made, the better. But as the Cursebreaker's hand reached out towards Clive once close enough, he found himself hesitating. Was it the concern over startling the other, interrupting his thoughts, and potentially ruining his writing? Or maybe it was guilt for all of the many summers that had been stolen from them, and the untold, unfathomable suffering that had been inflicted upon his older boy?

In the end, it didn't rightly matter which was the answer.

Finally, his hand rested lightly on Clive's shoulder, and he spoke softly to try and minimize any potential harm. "You should get some rest, you know."

[slumberingchaos]

The missives had piled up as he had traveled hither and thither. Truly there was no rest for the wicked, and even less so for the righteous Outlaws. One bare hand went to rest upon his brow, pressing the heel of his palm against the pressure point there as he read, eyes narrowing as he read through the latest missive from his allies at the Crimson Caravan. More bearers had been saved, though the state of them was disturbing to read about - even after all these years. His quill scratched heavily against the parchment before him, penning back a reply to offer asylum if needed to those souls who wished it and offering his services should Eloise need it.

It was as he made to add his familiar signature at the bottom that he felt a gentle touch upon his shoulder, and the voice he once thought lost to death's grasp cutting through his singular focus. Red rimmed eyes looked away from the parchment, meeting the scarred yet kindly face of a man long since thought dead - at least until recently. “I’m alright.” A lie, though the only one he was actually adept at saying with more or less a straight face. “There may be more information within these letters, something that could put us on equal footing with our enemy.”

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[lacedaether]

ルールー A part of her felt somewhat bad at shooting him down in his obvious attempts, but she'd grown weary of it, tired of men shooting their shot without taking the time to get to know her. While she didn't begrudge people for choosing a more fast paced approach when it came to affairs of the heart, Lulu wanted something more substantial, and that was without considering the fact that she hadn't decided on whether or not she would settle in this city or move on to another. Her life in Japan had not been entirely hers to do with as she had pleased, and now she was free of her previous responsibilities? She wanted to fulfil a promise she had made to a dear friend.

❝ Really? Is that so? I feel I still struggle with 'L' and 'R' sounds, but I'll take the compliment all the same. ❞ It wouldn't hurt to accept it, after all, she had worked hard on her studies and harder still on getting her accent as close to American sounding as she could. Of course there were words she still tripped up on, certain slang terms she didn't know or understand, but they would come with time and patience.

With her order secured, Lulu began walking to the door, the young man with unruly hair and an almost puppy-like eagerness to please and make a good impression following after her. Why, if he had a tail it would no doubt be positively wagging at this precise moment! ❝ That's a very kind offer, but we've just met and I would feel awfully rude accepting it, even if caffeine is the life blood of my day. ❞ She chuckled as she reached for the handle of the door, the bell above tinkling as she swung it open and let in the cool morning air.

❝ Perhaps you will? You work across the road, yes? ❞ She pointed to the garage as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. ❝ I'm here most mornings, so I don't see how we wouldn't cross paths again. ❞

[slumberingchaos]

“Your struggle is better than plenty of natives. Me nem nesa.”

Perhaps he was going about it the wrong way, but it was what he knew. The women of the reservation already knew enough about him that they wanted his attention and most times his looks were more than enough to get the attention of any other. She was different. He had to be obvious at this point, especially with the offer he made to carry her tab, but even still she remained just as aloof and straightforward. Drogo wasn't going to lie, it was making him even more interested in her than he had been previously.

Working for something always made the outcome so much sweeter, didn’t it? And even if she never batted an eye at him again, well maybe it would make him try something a bit more… out of his normal depth to get her attention. Like actually going to drink coffee every morning just to do little conversations like this. Or treating her every now and then if he managed to be up early enough. “Not every time then, but every now and then. Everyone needs a treat.”

Had he known she thought him akin to a puppy, Drogo would have probably felt a bit of embarrassment but it was at least a step forward? What woman didn’t like puppies? “Oh, yeah. I guess you’re right. Wouldn’t be too strange to cross paths.” Strike two on failing with this first meeting, “and yeah. I work there most days, even when I’m not, I'm pretty much there anyway.” Kinda had to with the off the books things they had to get up to.

Silver eyes looked across the street to the garage, watching as the blinds quickly snapped back into place once he faced it and the old neon Open sign flickered to life. Of fucking course someone had to be watching this train wreck. “I um.. guess I’ll see you around. Miss Lulu.” That same boyish dimpled smile stretched upon his face, turning his back to the garage and leaning against the pole just shy of the crosswalk. “Give your students extra congratulations from me.”

[slumberingchaos]

The past is a murky one, especially so if ShinRa roots were embedded. Vincent had a history all his own, a rather long one, that Rufus never bothered to divulge. This was his father's era when science was running rampage (more so than now)

Perhaps gaining the throne caused him to have a curious air about him. His steps were careful as he stepped around the rotting remains of a manor once lavished. The painting of his father above the mantle does not go unnoticed, but he presses ahead regardless.

"If the walls could talk.." he muses, finding himself in a room full of scratches on the walls.

// For Vinnie, also hello!

It was true that the manor had seen much better days. Once a lap of luxury and now nothing better than a looming structure telling a story of days since passed with every creek and groan its bones made. These halls told stories if one had enough patience to listen. The hum of machines could be heard under the skuttling of creatures both big and small - but all dangerous in their own right. And the most dangerous of them all slumbered fitfully within his coffin, fitfully unaware in the darkness of his own mind -

Or at least he had been. The thing about the monsters that lived in the house, their scents never changed. Vincent could pinpoint when another litter or clutch were born - could tell how many and which were sickly - just by their scent alone. That was also true for when someone decided to come into the manor unexpectedly. Scarlet eyes opened slightly, eyes adjusting to the dark easily enough so that he could gaze at the crushed velvet of his casket lid. The scent was faintly familiar, its underlying tone much the same as someone he had met - how long had it been now?

Their steps were measured. Calculated. Interested in whatever it was they saw on the floors that they passed and the carnage that he and his beasts had wrought upon the manor. A pause, one of contemplation perhaps, before the foot steps continued and the whirling of the elevator was heard marking their descent down into his domain. Clearance certainly wasn't an issue for them, though Vincent couldn't help but to sigh wearily at that. It would mean he'd have to confront them, one way or another. He wouldn't let anyone exploit the secrets hidden within the lab, not again at least. Inaction had been a sin that cursed him for much too long already - it wouldn't be one he suffered to relive again.

Soon enough he heard the clicking of the shoes edge closer to his door, pausing at the keypad that allowed him his sanctuary, before it opened with a hiss.

[phoenix-flamed]

Oh, how Elwin wished he could greet his eldest son with joy and fond conversation right out of the gate, and hear tales of his adventures rather than reports from his missions. But situations were on the more dire side, as always seemed to be the case since the reigning Archduke had first taken the throne -- thus making their time together too sparse and too serious for his liking.

The provided report this time around only further proved that to be true.

With a concerned deepening of his already furrowed brow, he leaned forward on the throne, peering closely at Clive. Yet the Archduke was not looking at him per se, but focused past him, momentarily losing himself to thought over the matter of Sanbreque's presence.

".. What exactly are they planning yet...?" He murmured more to himself, although his voice echoed throughout the expansive room despite his quietness. "Would that I could read Sylvestre's mind..."

Elwin turned his attention briefly to Rodney, nodding a sign for him to leave them be for now. With a returned nod of his own. the Lord Commander shifted to leave, but paused next to Clive to offer a word of praise: "You have done well, though we expect no less from you. Rosaria owes you a debt -- and so do we." Despite the formality of the words, there remained a trace of fondness and pride towards the young man.

It wasn't until the doors had closed behind Rodney that Elwin stood and descended the steps. The smile that had been lurking behind his pensive expression finally broke through, and a gloved hand plopped heavily down upon Clive's shoulder.

"Up you go, my boy," he ordered playfully. "You bowing to me is akin to a deity bowing to a mortal." A pause, followed by a soft, warm laugh. "... And besides, you are my son first, and a soldier -- and Dominant -- second. At least, in my eyes."

[slumberingchaos]

There was little time for the pleasantries of family as of late, not with the expectations of his mother and the safety of his realm lying at his fingertips. How he wished, too, for the days before the whispers of war settled onto their ears. For the days which he could spend mindlessly training within the keeps walls before retiring to the mess to listen idly to the stories and songs of eld passed on from soldier to soldier while eating and drinking their fill. How his father would join the festivities with such a smile upon his face, and even his mother could not hide the mirth behind the regal scowl she oft donned.

It was a child's fantasy, and he could not suffer to entertain them - not whilst he lived to be the true dominant of darkness and guardian of Rosaria. "Indeed. There is little and less that I understand of his motives." A weary sigh escaped his lips, feeling the weight of not knowing pull at his shoulders forcing them to sag if only slightly. If only he could have gotten word to Dion before they began marching on their borders. While the young prince was not one he counted among his friends, Clive knew him to be just and level headed. Perhaps together they could have spoken to Sylvester - garnered some sort of accord between their nations that reestablished their connection as passive neighbors. Now, however, there was little chance of that too.

Another Fantasy. Another life.

"Thank you, Lord Commander." The words escaped his lips as an afterthought, well after the man had taken to walking out the door to attend his other duties. Truly he was not shaken from his thoughts until he felt the warmth and weight of his father's hand upon his shoulder. It forced his thoughts to stop their downward spiral, his icy blue eyes meeting his father's own. "Deity or not… you are still my Lord father." Though Elwin's own playful tone was enough to make him loosen the reigns on his etiquette.

Rising to his feet, Clive managed a slight smile to ghost over his features. "I…. thank you. I am… still not entirely sure that I am really fit to be more than just you son, Father…. I worry that I'll fail you. Or mother… or Joshua." A weary sigh left his lips then looking up at his slightly taller father once more, no longer wearing the guise of a trained warrior but instead looking upon him as what he truly was. A lost young teen who was so terribly overwhelmed by the game of thrones the other nations seemed privy to playing.

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[slumberingchaos]

The scratching of a quill against parchment was the only sound made as Clive hunched over his desk. Bleary eyes stared almost unseeingly at the missive. Lost as he was in the sea of his thoughts, the young man was none the wiser to the creaking of his door opening and the soft padding of feet heading towards his desk.