i. a broken mirror only shows as best it can | HOUSE OF MIRRORS
[hey the cool thing about larping as a vampire is that everyone just assumes that's already your costume and the local npcs don't try to dress you up
Anyway.
Vincent, for his part, was mostly just interested in investigating the carnival to ensure there's no funny business so Sephiroth can safely enjoy himself. By now, he is fully committed to ensuring that the young man can take as much normality as possible. That perhaps Vincent can indeed change a thread of fate, to endeavor that Sephiroth's future is spared.
Then, in the midst of his brooding, Vincent gets deeply encouraged (forced) into the Hall of Mirrors. Planet Damn It.
It leaves Vincent to huff softly, irritable. Ever since his sentencing, he's felt more easily aggravated, like his blood is ready to boil. Understandable, he thinks to himself; there's been too much loss as of late, and the final nail in the coffin (no joke intended) was Peter's sudden disappearance after the reset. Losing that boy does make his heart ache, even if he can't afford to stop and dwell for long.
Just another sin to add to the rest.
Lucrecia... are you sure?
That is Vincent's own voice. Younger, softer. Vincent jerks his head in the direction of the sound, gritting his teeth. Not again, this again--
He can see her in a mirror. Beautiful, tired, lashing out: Am I sure? Am I sure?! If it's just me, then yes, I'm sure!]
Enough.
[Vincent buries his claws into the mirror, violently jerking his hand back as he rips the glass apart.]
You don't need to remind me. I know my sins. I will always know them.
ii. haunting memories that drown a wasted life | FORTUNETELLER
[Once again, he'd been pulled into some activity or another against his will, and this time was fortunetelling.
The thing about the lines to the future is that they do fork. They split based on various decisions, but often, the basic story will be told. Minor differences here and there, but that path is definite.
He doesn't remember what happened in that woman's tent, much in the way the memory of his sentencing is a bit murky, but nonetheless the emotion of it remains. Of being known. Vincent despises it.
So he lurks away from it, to grind his teeth and clench his eyes shut. Maybe that's enough of this place. He's done his rounds.]
vincent valentine | final fantasy vii rebirth | current player
[hey the cool thing about larping as a vampire is that everyone just assumes that's already your costume and the local npcs don't try to dress you up
Anyway.
Vincent, for his part, was mostly just interested in investigating the carnival to ensure there's no funny business so Sephiroth can safely enjoy himself. By now, he is fully committed to ensuring that the young man can take as much normality as possible. That perhaps Vincent can indeed change a thread of fate, to endeavor that Sephiroth's future is spared.
Then, in the midst of his brooding, Vincent gets deeply encouraged (forced) into the Hall of Mirrors. Planet Damn It.
It leaves Vincent to huff softly, irritable. Ever since his sentencing, he's felt more easily aggravated, like his blood is ready to boil. Understandable, he thinks to himself; there's been too much loss as of late, and the final nail in the coffin (no joke intended) was Peter's sudden disappearance after the reset. Losing that boy does make his heart ache, even if he can't afford to stop and dwell for long.
Just another sin to add to the rest.
Lucrecia... are you sure?
That is Vincent's own voice. Younger, softer. Vincent jerks his head in the direction of the sound, gritting his teeth. Not again, this again--
He can see her in a mirror. Beautiful, tired, lashing out: Am I sure? Am I sure?! If it's just me, then yes, I'm sure!]
Enough.
[Vincent buries his claws into the mirror, violently jerking his hand back as he rips the glass apart.]
You don't need to remind me. I know my sins. I will always know them.
ii. haunting memories that drown a wasted life | FORTUNETELLER
[Once again, he'd been pulled into some activity or another against his will, and this time was fortunetelling.
The thing about the lines to the future is that they do fork. They split based on various decisions, but often, the basic story will be told. Minor differences here and there, but that path is definite.
He doesn't remember what happened in that woman's tent, much in the way the memory of his sentencing is a bit murky, but nonetheless the emotion of it remains. Of being known. Vincent despises it.
So he lurks away from it, to grind his teeth and clench his eyes shut. Maybe that's enough of this place. He's done his rounds.]
iii. wildcard
[idk make your prompt if you want!]