VV Week 2025: candle
"Sooo... what was with all the candelabras, anyway?"
Vincent looked up from his book to where you perched across from him, a faint furrow of confusion drawing his brows together. You smiled at him, clarifying after a moment, "In the basement of the manor! You had a lot of them. Like a weird amount. C'mon, what was up with that!"
He blinked, then let out a soft snort. "It was merely for lighting."
"No one needs that many candles just for lighting! And there were already electrical lights installed! Vinceeent!"
You pouted at him, and he raised a brow in return. When you held fast in your pouty expression, he finally gave a slight sigh. "I prefer the ambience of candlelight. Man-made lighting is... difficult on my eyes."
"Ohhhh. I guess that makes sense. Then wait, how come you're always squinting outside? That doesn't seem like it's any easier on your eyes than indoor lighting is!"
He was clearly resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, already turning his attention back to his book. "You may spend as much time as I have indoors, and then return to me with an answer of your own."
"Wh- no way! Vincent! Come on!"
Despite your fussing he didn't look up again, though the faintest of smirks tugged at his lips as he read. He could never resist the mystique of a simple question left unanswered.
