Say the magic word

Vinny Jones, 33 year old magician in NYC. Currently surviving a zombie apocalypse. Getting low on alcohol resources. Send help. "Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level and then beat you with experience." -- George Carlin. (This is an RP blog for the Deadbite RPG, none of the pictures/gifs/music/etc used are mine)

[vincent-jones]

Use the sleeves of my sweater

[dead-runner]

Julian rolled his eyes, “Pal Julian disappeared the second Drunk Vincent brought home sleeping beauty… no, get out. Come on… there’s no room for you here and I don’t want her to wake up and get upset with you…”

[vincent-jones]

Vincent looked dazedly around the room again, attracted to whatever knicknacks the man might have. He turned while doing so. "What, you want me to go? Me? C'mon..." A slow start of a tipsier-than-usual signature Vinny grin began to grow onto his face. "Jules. Buddy." 

[vincent-jones]

You know what I just realized?

"What are we going to do without calenders? How do we know how many days there are in a month, hm? Or leap years?" 

[vincent-jones]

Hey, there...

[alexeireznikov-blog]

Jackson watched Vincent, wondering momentarily if the man had had too much to drink but, when he stopped playing with his beard to make a gun symbol with his fingers, Jackson felt his heart stop in his chest. “Uh… I don’t exactly think that’s admirable.”

[vincent-jones]

Realizing he might've been too crude with the boy, Vincent lowered his hand. He recollected himself for a second's pause. "It was." He answered simply. And then went to say, "You know, one time, back in New York, there was this one night. One night, where I went to some club with a friend after a largely successful show." He began, looking ahead as they walked.

[venomous-porcelain]

It was the way he looked at her, always the way he looked at her, that made her feel like butter in a hot pan, melting against him. Her show of dominance was as much a game now as it could be real when the slender brunette felt slighted. This look, though, was different. She’d seen that tender look in his eyes, but this was different, and he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from whatever it was he was seeing when he looked at her. Finally he focused on her, and that grin that she loved so much crawled over his face. Her grin. Lashes fluttering as the pads of his fingers left warm trails down her cheeks, Fair sighed into his lips after he spoke the words that made her feel happier than she’d ever thought was possible. A feeling she had now on demand as she pleased. “What were you thinking about, just then? When you looked at me like that?”

[vincent-jones]

Vincent watched her fondly, easing right back against her. When she spoke, he looked to her. "Hm?" He let out, lost for a moment. In the happiest sense of the word. And then he was back again. "Oh, what, that? Hmm...well, first I think I started thinking about home. More specifically, food at home; large sandwiches, with turkey, mayo, olives, everything." He held her close, grinning. "But then...I think I was thinking about how...pretty you look. Like this."  

[vincent-jones]

Use the sleeves of my sweater

[dead-runner]

Julian rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, buddy. You are NOT sleeping in my bed.” He moved around to the front of Vinny and started to push him back toward the door. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking… are you sure you’re only drunk?”

[vincent-jones]

"Well, I wouldn't tell you that, now would I?" Vincent slurred as the older man pushed him around. "Alright, alright--quit it," he added in little more than a mumbled chuckle. "What happened to 'Pal' Julian, huh, M...Mean Julian? Hm?"

[venomous-porcelain]

Fair let his strong and familiar arms pull her into him, her own going around his neck, trailing small kisses along his chiseled jaw as he spoke. His turning the question back on her made her eyes lift to his face, and the slender brunette perched in his lap pursed her lips together and nodded. “Believe it or not, yeah. I think if I had been able to have kids, maybe I would have went that route.” Shrugging, the issue was moot because she couldn’t have children, and thus, she’d gone down the road she had. “Charming, tell me you love me. I love hearing it.” And she did, and she made him say it often.

[vincent-jones]

Vincent gazed at her as she answered the question; carefully watching for any signs of sorrow or disturbance. He imagined her as the perfect housewife, baby in hands, smiling up at him. And he stared at her some more. But then she broke the silence again, and the present Fair erased the virtual picture of an alternate Fair--and he was grinning again. "Mmm..." Vinny emitted as her lips touched upon his. He lifted a hand to brush his fingers across the plane of her cheek. "I love you, Fair." And then he went to kiss her.

[vincent-jones]

Hey, there...

[alexeireznikov-blog]

There were no words for how confused Jax was at this moment but he was in no position to deny someone he assumed deserved respect. Instead of questioning Vincent, Jackson followed the man with a little nod. “Okay… but what did I do?”

[vincent-jones]

Vincent began walking in no set direction, his free hand lifting to play with his beard momentarily. "Well, I...I heard what you did." He told the boy after a pause (of beard playing). The words were notably more sober than his last. "You know." He made a little 'gun' symbol with his middle and index finger.

[vincent-jones]

"Is this dangerous?"

[becca-brin-james]

Without so much as a thought her feet carried her towards the RV, and while Vincent was not at her side his lingering presence was felt behind her. Watching over her till they arrived at their destination. The emotional intensity of the moment had caused her to sober up ever so slightly.  Swallowing hard she casted away the silly notion he would ever accept her devotion.  Upsettingly she thought this had to be one of the worst feelings in the world; for she felt no one was capable finding her both desirable and loveable.  It was always one, or the other; never both.   

When the RV was insight she could finally hear his gentle breathing coming up from behind her. Instinctually humiliation forced her to turn her face away from him, and it was then he spoke with such incredible tenderness as if the deep timber of his voice could send her falling to the ground. Taking in his confession she stopped in her step and closed her eyes as entirely new set of tears threatened to fall. All she could do was nod for she knew despite her best efforts of showing affection there was never a return of the same sentiment from him.  Opening her eyelids again she studied his features hoping to remember them in the morning and forever; in case in future if she decided to love so profoundly. May Vincent Jones face haunt her as a remembrance. The moonlight wasn’t enough to offer the blueness of his eyes their due credit, but it did give his skin a soft luminescent glow contrasted against the contours of his remarkable facial structure. Gathering the courage to speak she drew in her bottom lip biting it before she trailed a hand across her face wiping the tears. Exhaling deeply before she spoke.  “I can make it from here. Good nigh…” She paused knowing that the moment was more ominous then a simple farewell till the morning. Becca was leaving a piece of her heart behind. Looking into his eyes she spoke what was truly in her soul. “Good Bye.”  She stood on her toes and craned her neck in attempt to reach his cheek to offer him a symbolic kiss, but she was simply not tall enough without him bending towards the request.

[vincent-jones]

Vincent listened to her, hanging onto every word with none of his crow's feet, laugh lines, nor wry grins present. He found himself staring at her when they stopped, and found himself unable to say anything. Again. His tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth as he watched her watch him--trying to imagine what is it she saw with those large, pained eyes of hers. And then, he thought to himself, he didn't want to know. Because in that moment, Vincent felt like a monster.

And then those eyes of hers caught his in a stare. He found himself...hollow. He wanted to make the clear agony she was experiencing to go away, wanted to see that smile of hers again--such an innocent, happy smile; one of his favourites to bring out. The smile of someone who hasn't smiled in a long time. Looking at Becca, he saw that she wouldn't smile again, for another long time. 

He was to blame. 

So, one could imagine his surprise when she went for a gentle kiss--something that rattled his mess of thoughts into one loud one: undeserving. Vincent was undeserving of such a gesture. But when she leaned up onto the tip of her toes, he couldn't refuse, not now. Not if she wanted it so. So he met her halfway, expression blanched as he did so, for her soft lips to meet his right cheek. And registering her words after pulling back, Vincent finally opened his mouth again. And he found himself saying in turn, "Good night, Becca." 

[vincent-jones]

Hey, there...

[alexeireznikov-blog]

Jackson’s brow furrowed in confusion, “But… uh, if I didn’t do something wrong… why — I beg your pardon, why are you seeking me out?” He tilted his head curiously. “Did I do something… good?”

[vincent-jones]

"Why, yes, you did." Vincent declared, and then went to wrap an arm around the boy. "How about we go for a little walk, hm?" 

[venomous-porcelain]

Large blue grey eyes flicked up to him as she held the baby in her arms, and the look on his face caught her by surprise, even if it disappeared a moment later by his usual teasing grin that came with his words. Rolling her eyes at him, she sighed and looked down at the suddenly sleeping child, giving a small quiet laugh as she set him down into his chair to nap. Turning back to him, Fair held out a hand and then lead him from the camper, to the chairs she had set up just outside so she could hear if he woke up. “Did you ever want babies, Charming?” Asking the question as she waved him to his chair, Fair lowered down into his lap and curled up, her hands into his hair. 

[vincent-jones]

Vincent's smile froze for a bit. But she wouldn't see it, because of her position--he went to tug her in close after sitting. "I did," he answered honestly. Once upon a time, before this whole mess and all the little messes that it had brought on, he had. "You?" Ah, but it seemed he already knew the answer to that. Still, he asked--and he asked tenderly, remembering her telling him of her...inability to birth a child.

[vincent-jones]

Use the sleeves of my sweater

[dead-runner]

Julian sighed and closed his eyes, allowing Vinny to open the door to his bedroom. It wasn’t like there was anything in there that Vincent would find that would be bad for Julian, he just didn’t know if he wanted Vinny mixing in with his personal life. He already didn’t take Julian seriously as it was.

"Sure, sure, I think it’s the other way around, though. You’d be the lucky one. What are you hoping to gain by entering my bedroom?"

[vincent-jones]

Vincent happily walked into the other man's room when Julian didn't stop him. He looked around it like one might a museum's piece, or a fascinating discovery of whatever kind--and then looked back, when Jules spoke. Vinny seemed surprised he didn't know the answer to it. "To sleep in, of course." His drunken state was slowly toeing the line between 'happily drunk' and 'snoozy drunk', and he wasn't too far gone to not feel it coming on. 

[vincent-jones]

Hey, there...

[alexeireznikov-blog]

Jackson couldn’t help but return the smile, the older man amused him — even when he was drunk. Or maybe especially when he was drunk. Jax had seen the magician and the boss man get into it plenty of times and he found Vincent’s taunts hilarious, but he wouldn’t mention this, not now. “Uh… I’ll try to call you that, but it’s kind of deeply ingrained in me to use Mr. or Mrs.” He shrugged his shoulders a little. “Did I, uh… did I bother you or something?” He was confused as to why the Magician, with whom he’d never spoken, would seek him out.

[vincent-jones]

Vincent looked down at the boy, entertained by the thought of Jax bothering him--he was too much. It was hard to believe he had truly done what Wylie had told him he had. Hard, but admirable. "Bother me? No, no, far from." 

[venomous-porcelain]

Fair’s coy grin grew at his face melted into a seriousness that spoke to what was coming and when the word finally came that grin came full on. “Good boy.” Patting his cheek, she turned as the baby started to fuss, and reached down to pull the little boy into her arms, hushing him as she gazed down at him with a loving gaze and that same soft smile. Humming to him she rocked him back and forth, almost seeming to forget that someone was there watching her be all soft. “I wish we could keep him.”

[vincent-jones]

Vincent's cheek lifted at her pat. His attention then, too, was diverted to the fussy baby boy. He watched as she picked Max up, and held him close to her. It was a heartening sight--something he never imagined, not with Fair--hell, he hadn't even thought she liked children. It was...a nice surprise. Looking at Max fondly, he responded, "I know the world's a little different, but I do believe that baby-napping is still frowned upon." He teased, not really registering her thought behind the words.

[vincent-jones]

"Is this dangerous?"

[becca-brin-james]

Her eyes had no other place to venture then her hand which still clung to his arm. She stood there with her soul completely exposed as an offering to him, and his only response was the inability to formulate a coherent sentence. 

Once he only conjured up her name she couldn’t take it any longer breaking the painful silence, that she had hoped he would have filled with acceptance of her feelings. “It okay. I know you don’t feel the same way. I’m not dumb. I just didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else. It was mine…to tell you. Not anyone else’s. You’re a good man. I’ve meant every kind word I’ve ever said to you. Even now I refuse to take any of them back. Even that I love you.” Finally making peace for having said her part, she let go of his arm.  Pulling her lips in with tears trailing she walked putting distance between them. ”Please just take me home. I need to lay down.”

[vincent-jones]

Vincent was rendered properly speechless as the blonde woman spoke through her tears; frozen in both action and tongue. The initial reaction in seeing someone crying was to comfort, especially someone so gentle as Becca, but to be the reason for the tears was a whole other thing that stopped him from doing just that. He stayed where he stood for a belated beat, watching as she went off. And then he followed. And for a while, Vincent still wouldn't speak. She had conveniently walked in the right direction, leaving no need for any correction. But he couldn't just not say anything on the matter she'd just unfolded before him so nakedly, so vulnerably.  He glanced to his side, at her. "I didn't know." His words came out hushed; incredibly gentle. Handling her as if she were a glass figurine on the verge of shattering.

[venomous-porcelain]

Her eyes fluttered just so as he brushed her hair behind her ear, smirking up at him. “I could totally pull that shit off, Baby, and you know it.” Walking her fingers up his chest, she locked her eyes on his face. “We could always play at it one day, I might be able to find a costume along those lines… if you say please.” 

[vincent-jones]

Vincent's large grin diminished as she spoke. He looked up, almost serious, watching her for two seconds before he would reply. "Please." He pleaded in a single, purposefully husky word. It would only be a heartbeat after that his devilishly boyish wolfish smile would surface.

[dxsquiet]

[venomous-porcelain]

AU wherein the outbreak never happens and Fair and Vinny get married and have children after meeting. 

[venomous-porcelain]

"See, that’s what I said. We can’t be a married couple because we still have sex and passion." Leaning over she nipped at his jaw and perked a brow at him. Laughing as he spoke to the baby, Fair put him down in his chair and moved to wrap her arms around Vinny’s waist, looking up at him with that haughty look he loved so much. "Besides, I don’t think you’re the marriage type." The corner of her mouth turned up just slightly. "Me, on the other hand. I’d be the perfect housewife.” 

[vincent-jones]

Vincent let out a burst of laughter. "Oh, yes," he chuckled, "Darling." He affectionately went to brush some of her hair from her face. "You would. I can picture you in one of those little housemaid outfits already, cleaning the table..." He drawled mischievously.