Nightmares in the mind of the waiting one...

Indie RP blog for Vincent Valentine

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It didn’t take long for Vincent to pack away most of the books, the shelves of the bookshelf looked rather bare afterwards, yet there were a few still there. He left a few books that he knew he enjoyed well enough to entertain him during his sleepless nights should he end up staying a night in Edge, but not well enough to take along. The shelves were much barer by the time he finished, and as he stood Vincent couldn’t help but look around the apartment.

It was odd, he was going to miss this place. Before Nero it had only been a shelter, a place to stay the night, but now... it was home, in a way. Mostly because it was where he and Nero ; his home was with his heart, and his heart would always be with Nero. They were about to start the newest chapter in their lives and it excited him so.

Thinking of the young man; Vincent stood, closing the top of the boxes before silently making his way back to the doorway of the bedroom. Lips curved upwards into a smile as he leaned against the door frame, a low chuckle passing his lips at seeing Nero wearing one of his shirts. “It looks good on you.”

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As if he knew what Nero was planning, a chuckle left Vincent as he nodded, setting the suitcases on their bed. “I will leave you to it, then.” He moved to the youth once more, leaning down to lightly kiss Nero before he smile softly. “Have fun,” he lightly teased before disappearing out of the bedroom, heading into the hallway and then the front room to seek out the few boxes he had bought for their move.

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His arms wrapped themselves tightly around Nero’s waist when the youth practically flung himself onto Vincent. He had heard snippets of Chaos and Nero’s conversation, so he really wasn’t surprised that Nero wasn’t terrified of him- and his expression softened when he saw that Nero was more worried for him than himself.

Vincent’s gaze dropped to Nero’s wounds and he grimaced, though it was well hidden behind his cloak - he had failed once more to protect the young man he cherished above all, Nero, who had been through so much already. “I am fine, psychically,” he reassured the youth, moving one hand from Nero’s waist to lightly clasp one of Nero’s own hands, keeping it pressed against his cheek.

“Mentally, however...” He sighed. The gunman knew that Nero would be able to see through his lies, even as small as they could be- ‘I am fine’ being one of his favorites. Closing his eyes he admitted quietly, “I feel as though I have failed you, that I could not protect you again. It breaks my heart to know you have been hurt like this, lured away by the thought of me being hurt.”

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“I can tell.” Vincent chuckled softly, leaning down to place a kiss on top of Nero’s head. It was quite- Refreshing? Nice? Amusing? Well, all of them- to see Nero so excited about their move. The gunman’s eyes shone softly as he pressed another kiss to his lover’s forehead before moving away.

He motioned for Nero to follow him as he headed towards their bedroom. “We should start with what shall take the longest, packing our possessions; shopping we can do on our way to meet up with Cid.” Vincent fetched a couple of suitcases from the closet before he turned towards Nero, his tone teasing as he asked, “Do you think you handle packing clothes alone while I see to our books?”

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{ @nevxrsurrxnder, continued from [x] }

A smile spread across his face and he tilted his head downwards to hide it behind the collar of his cloak- an old habit he was breaking out of thanks to Nero, but he still had his days. He could hear the excitement in his lover’s tone, could see how Nero seemed to brighten at the mention of their move.

“I shall text him to let him know to pick us up in the Wastes.” As he spoke he had slipped his cell out of a pocket and was texting Cid as he said, “Us, on the other hand, we should get to packing what we need. Clothes, books, other miscellaneous objects. It would be best to buy some camping gear on our way out, and some easy meals, or we can hunt until we can go shopping for food after we arrive in Wutai.”

While Nero may not have, Vincent had put quite a bit of thought into their upcoming trip during his restless nights - which included their hike into the mountains as he eyed Nero’s clothes, worried it wouldn’t stand up well to the cold. “Shall we get you some warmer attire while we are out?”

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“Mmm...” Vincent hummed quietly in agreement, considering different things that needed to be done- touch up work here and there in the house, most likely a few plumbing issues with how long the home had set empty, no doubt some floor boards needed to be replaced. And he was looking forward to it, immensely. To move to their home, to repair their home together- it was almost like a dream. Almost.

“And I you, Nero,” he whispered back, a smile curving his lips upwards as he listened to the youth’s breathing even out, felt the other’s body relax even further against his own as Nero fell asleep. Sighing softly, a content smile spread across his face, Vincent allowed himself to slip off into a light sleep of his own, awaiting the next morning and the adventure these next few weeks would begin.

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To hear that Nero could never fear his host greatly reassured the WEAPON, who nodded slowly in acknowledgement. He chuckled lowly at feeling Nero’s tight grip, but didn’t blame the youth for gripping so.

After he entered the bathroom Chaos moved towards the showers. He spent some time fiddling with the knobs and letting the water run through the spout until he found a temperature that was hot enough it would help clean Nero’s wounds, but not too hot as to burn the youth or hurt him much.

As he turned to head back out of the bathroom he caught his reflection in the mirror. Molten eyes narrowed while lips pulled back into a bitter smirk. “You better take care of him well, Valentine. Who knows what could happen to your beloved next time,” he warned, knowing that Vincent’s temper had cooled. Without another word, he let his host regain control of their body.

Blinking slowly, the gunman took a deep breath as he gave himself a moment to finish collecting himself and his thoughts. Vincent was ashamed of how he had lost his temper so quickly- really, he should’ve been trained better than that, yet when he had seen Nero... Giving a firm shake of his head Vincent moved to clear those thoughts out of his mind.

Focus on Nero, he told himself and exited the bathroom. As he moved towards the front room a soft smile spread across his lips at seeing Nero sleeping soundly on the couch. Vincent had no doubt that the young man must be exhausted, but he still needed those wounds clean and seen to. Moving over to his lover, Vincent gently reached his hand out and gave Nero’s shoulder a light shake. “Nero, Chaos got your shower running. We need to tend to your injuries, love.”

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He understood the look that his son gave him, and let his own expression show that; Vincent had once been like Nero, open with expressing his emotions, giving people looks as he found it easier to use than his actual words, however his Turk training had canceled that out for the most part. One wouldn’t last long in the Turks if they didn’t have a killer poker face.

Vincent gave a quiet hum. “I have a few homes, but the closest I am referring to is an apartment given to me that is settled on the outskirts of Edge. I also own a home in Wutai and the mansion in Nibelheim.” He wondered if Nero had heard of any of the places, and the thought of the possibility he hadn’t almost broke his head in half.

“Do you feel safe, letting me carry you throughout the ruins and into the outskirts of Edge? Do you wish for me to take you home, my son?” Vincent questioned softly, turning his head just enough to peer down at the youth. If Nero didn’t feel any of these Vincent would not take him, then, and would do the best he could trying to think of or find a place that Nero would feel safe and comfortable in.

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He himself had very little plans outside of a light nap with Nero, content with where he lay and Nero’s body pressed against his own. As long as Nero was comfortable and happy, so was he.

“I do.” Even though he somewhat liked Edge and had friends there who he saw sometimes, Vincent had been missing the calmness of Wutai; how the air smelled sweeter, or fresher at least. He missed the festivals and rich culture, the shrines and stalls of food. He was looking very forward to the days ahead, to time teaching Nero about his homeland, moments he could share with the youth in the gardens of the home, or just out spending time with Nero in the mountains or villages.

“The house will need a few repairs, however it is suitable to live in. The garden needs tending to. Grandmother’s cherry trees need trimmed but we shall see several cherries from it this year regardless,” Vincent mused, thinking of the issues he had spotted during his last trip to Wutai- when he had picked up Nero’s bracelet. The gunman gave a soft hum after a moment however and said quietly, “I shall text Cid in the morning to see when he leaves.” His phone was in their bedroom and there was no way in hell he was moving from his comfortable spot and the warm weight atop of him.

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A quiet, content hum fell from his lips as he simply enjoyed the moment, fingers continuing to thread through his lover’s hair. A corner of his mouth tugged upwards at feeling the kiss and he tilted his head to press one of his own to Nero’s forehead.

His fingers stopped for a moment at the question asked before they resumed their calming motion. “We are able to leave at time that you wish, Nero. With everything that had been going on recently, I did not want to bring it up in case I overwhelmed you.” He saw that it was a bit of a silly worry now, but it had been one nonetheless. Vincent gave a thoughtful hum before saying, “Cid is currently in town for a delivery and has no plans outside of just visiting for a few days. We could leave with him then, if you want to?”

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Hear his name purred so deliciously into his ear, the feeling of the youth’s teeth against it, Nero’s nails digging into his own skin; Goddess if he wasn’t hard enough already-

“Continue like this, dear, and I will not last long,” Vincent rumbled lowly, whether in warning or not he wasn’t certain, against Nero’s heated skin, his own nails digging into Nero’s hip, certain to leave bruises that would show later in the day. “Who ever knew you were a masochist?” He chuckled, his tone husky even as the gunman moved to kiss Nero roughly, yet in an oddly sweet manner while his claw moved to grope Nero’s ass, pulling the youth against him as he thrust. The tips of his claws dug into the skin there, drawing a little bit of blood this time.

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“As am I, love, as am I,” he murmured lowly, raising a hand from the youth’s waist to run his fingers through Nero’s hair, a lazy smile spreading across his lips at seeing the way the light of the candle made Nero’s hair illuminate in the darkness, how the shadows around them bounced from place to place, and how the light glinted off the silver bracelet the youth wore.

Vincent had no doubt that, in the coming months and years, it would still make him feel as giddy as he did now that Nero accepted the courtship. And though he did not know exactly what their future held, he was glad that Nero would be there by his side, as he would stand by the youth no matter what they would come to face. “Happy birthday,” he said softly one more time, knowing that the day drew to an end, that soon it would be the day after; another day for them together.

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Vincent’s chest rumbled lightly as he chuckled lowly, his eyes slipping closed as Nero’s thumb brushed across his cheek. Resting his head against the arm of the couch, one eye opened to peer down at the youth at hearing Nero’s spoken thoughts.

“We shall just have to wait and see, it is the only thing we can do,” Vincent replied softly. His arms were once more wrapped securely around Nero’s waist, holding the youth close to him. “We can dream, and imagine, and hope for what it brings. Such as our upcoming move to Wutai; we can dream of the things we shall do there, such as trips into the mountains, festivals, visiting shrines.” It sounded wondrous to his ears, the chance of reconnecting with his roots, and just the thought of introducing Nero to his homeland made Vincent smile,. “We can dream of a few years from now; engaged and possibly wed by then, traveling across the world together.” The gunman chanced a glance down at his lover as he continued, “Even perhaps a visit to Fortuna, or one to your uncle.” He hummed thoughtfully, leaning up (down?) for a quick kiss.

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Reaching out he placed his own hands in Nero’s, letting the youth pull him up and out of the chair. Rubbing his thumb over the back of Nero’s hand he followed the youth, his gaze solely on the young man who fascinated and loved him so.

When they reached the edge of the couch he pulled Nero into his arms, and with a little twist they fell backwards and onto the couch; Nero laying on top of him, of course.

A hand snaked upwards from the youth’s waist to tangle into his hair, and with a loving smile Vincent began to give Nero soft little kisses; upon the lips, on his cheeks, forehead, down his neck. “I love you, too, very dearly, Nero.” He pulled Nero’s normal hand upward to place a kiss on his wrist, smiling as his nose brushed against the bracelet.

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He was half tempted to pull the youth into a kiss again, but instead took the time to bask in the attention his lover was giving him, once more burying his face into the space between Nero’s neck and shoulder. The feeling of the youth’s fingers running through his hair, the kisses placed to the top of his head, the whispers, Vincent adored and craved it all the more.

A relaxed and happy sigh slipped past his lips, though quiet the sound was. Vincent himself was looking forward to the next few steps in the traditions, although they came over time, but he was not in any rush; time was all they had. He wanted to tell Nero the old stories he’d grown up hearing, the times he visited Wutai when he was young, to introduce his young lover to his parent’s grave markers in the family grave. He was looking forward to their move, whenever that would be, so he could teach and include Nero in the culture and traditions of his homeland, but only if the youth wanted to.

Giving a quiet hum, he tilted his head to kiss Nero’s jawline once more, his normal hand moving to settled on the youth’s hips, thumb rubbing against the skin there. “We could be given until the end of time together, and I will never be able to show nor tell you how much you mean to me, love.”

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“When, and where shall I take them off?” he asked, wondering briefly if it would be best to do such a thing in perhaps WRO’s headquarters; but no, he didn’t want to put any more stress, or make Nero any more uncomfortable than absolutely need be.

A faint smile curved the gunman’s lips upwards as he reached a hand out, fingers twisting and playing with the ribbons of darkness; they reminded him greatly of his own, whenever he would change into one of his demons or Chaos- he had no fear of the darkness his son could summon, unlike how the others had feared it.

“Shall we go home, then?” Vincent questioned quietly, before frowning in thought. Home now meant his apartment, but would it truly be wise to stay there for long? His apartment, no matter how comfortable it was, was only a one bedroom, with Nero living with him he would need two. And would it be wise to stay in Edge? Even with the public singing the WRO praises after the events with Deepground and how the WRO had handled it, they were still distrustful of Shelke. It reminded him greatly of how the public had treated the Turks, and AVALANCHE later on, after they had saved the Planet the first time. Nero was more rooted into Deepground’s history than Shelke had been, the public wouldn’t react to him well... Moving away from Edge was something to greatly consider.

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Even if he did not show it on the outside, Vincent was worried about how the youth would handle his sudden admittance about the tradition, about how he hoped one day they would be engaged, and then some day wed. The smile he was given took his breath away, and Vincent’s whole being seemed to lighten at the youth’s response.

Turning his own head, the gunman drew Nero into a deep and loving kiss, a hand raising to cup the youth’s neck and pull him closer. Soft “Thank you”‘s and “I love you”‘s fell from his lips as he moved them downwards after a long moment. Vincent left gentle kisses and soft nips to the skin he exposed, a smile never leaving his lips even as he buried his face into Nero's shoulder.

He knew he could never tell the youth how much he loved him; there were no words for how much Nero meant to him, how very dearly he loved the youth. So instead he pulled the youth’s body flush against his and tilted his head upwards to kiss the youth’s jaw, murmuring, “I love you.”