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Vincent Valentine
24 August 2012 @ 07:33 am
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"Hang up, Yuffie."
 
 
Current Mood: indifferentindifferent
 
 
Vincent Valentine
11 November 2009 @ 06:34 am
He walked for a day...



Character: Vincent Valentine
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Status: Open to H&M members
Words: 189


 
 
Current Location: Marina
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
 
 
Vincent Valentine
10 November 2009 @ 09:36 am
Here's my issue in a nutshell:

The mun is BORED!

I have the writing bug - seriously, I can't stop! - instead of writer's block for a change BUT I have nothing to write. I tried to find one of those writing meme-thingies like that claim-a-muse!meme but, as it turns out, there doesn't seem to be any going around at the moment. And because I'm not creative enough to come up with one on my own, can someone point in the direction of a meme? Maybe it's an old one you thought was loads of fun to do? Or it could just be the latest one that seems to be making its way around the comms?

Either way, I'd really appreciate it! 

Ooh, and if it makes it a little more interesting, if I decide to run with your meme, you and/or your muse get first dibs on the fic I'll be writing! :D
 
 
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
 
 
 
Vincent Valentine
Vincent's hold tightens around the grip of his gun, the moan of damp leather creaking even louder amongst the abandoned buildings towering on either side of him. He doesn't care about the slosh of water around his knee as he kneels or the rain dripping into his eyes. It's the sight of blood that's blinding him.

"Ambushed..."

He wants to tell him to stop, to save his energy but, from this distance, Vincent can clearly see the severity of the wound, see from where the gush of blood is coming from. He knows. He knows there's no hope for this soldier, even as he courageously fights to tell Vincent what happened to him.

"Squad... wiped out..."

The soldier's breathing hitches...


Character: Vincent Valentine
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Status: Locked to H&M members
Words: 738


 
 
Current Location: ... Edge?
Current Mood: anxiouspreoccupied
 
 
 
Vincent Valentine
05 November 2009 @ 10:28 pm
Friend. Now, that's a word Vincent hardly ever uses. He doesn't have many people in his life he might call his 'friends'. Cloud, Yuffie, Tifa... They're just acquaintances, people he's just happened to meet, occasionally held brief conversations with. He doesn't really know them personally, can't really say he's even made much of an effort. Occasionally, circumstances drive them closer, to the point where he might consider them colleagues, maybe even comrades. But Vincent doesn't consider them his friends, not in the real sense of the word. There isn't any of the trust, the sharing of personal lives that he associates with friendship.

Even Lucrecia... She's never been just a friend to him. At the beginning, she was a job, someone he'd been assigned to protect and serve. He can't recall the precise moment where all that had changed, when she'd suddenly become so much more important to him. He doesn't remember the exact instant he fell in love. But he did love her, so fully and completely that there simply hadn't been room in his heart for friendship.

There hadn't even been room for courage.

But Vincent does have one friend in this world, someone upon whom he can totally rely. Cerberus. His gun. It's something he treasures, something he trusts never to fail him, nor ask anything of him except that he take care to use to use it properly. And he does.

Even now, as he sits upon the hard, frozen ground of the Northern Wastelands without so much as a roof to protect him against the elements, he takes the time to methodically pull the weapon apart with gentle hands, cleaning each individual piece with the same care and precision he uses in combat. It's become a ritual, a way for him to lose himself in the monotony of the task, to become lost in his own thoughts. In a way, he supposes, it's his meditation.

And, in a way, his reward for paying such close attention to this one, inanimate object is his life. Without Cerberus, without having a gun holstered to his side at all times, he'd have been dead long ago.

He wouldn't trade it for even a hundred friends.
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
 
Vincent Valentine
14 September 2009 @ 02:26 am
I should have seen this coming.
 
 
Current Location: Kalm
Current Mood: worriedconcerned