Comments | kh_resistance: And in which Vincent doesn't remember having cocoa with Veld until much much later.

bloodyredvelvet in kh_resistance

And in which Vincent doesn't remember having cocoa with Veld until much much later.

May 28, 2006 13:27

Setting: A sitting room in Ansem's gummi ship.
Character(s): Vincent, bloodyredvelvet, and Ansem, i_pwn_the_world
Status: Closed

( I remember having done that before... )

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i_pwn_the_world May 29 2006, 02:41:57 UTC

Ansem looked up from the book and nodded. He then motioned to the kitchenette with the same movement. "If you'd like some, there's also whiskey in the cabinet, I find they go well together."

He took a sip of the beverage then and went back to reading. Though he didn't offer anything else, he slid aside, so that he wasn't taking up the whole of the couch with his long legs. This was a familiar memory, and hopefully, it would do his work for him.

Hello, mindfucking. How are you today? bloodyredvelvet May 29 2006, 03:17:35 UTC

Vincent stopped in the doorway, his red eyes narrowing in suspicion ( ... )

I'm well, I hear your boyfriend likes strong bodied, young, Wutain men? i_pwn_the_world May 29 2006, 04:01:08 UTC

Ansem sat quietly, flipping page after page and sipping his drink. Yellow eyes regarded Vincent from time to time. "Have you read this book? Under the War? It's quite a good read, I've found so far."

Yes, small talk, perking curiosity. Ansem didn't expect Vincent to open up to him, but he would hope that the other man would offer something for him to work with.

Shut up before I eat you. bloodyredvelvet May 31 2006, 00:41:34 UTC

"No." Vincent paused, staring into space momentarily before focusing back on Ansem. The mug was lifted to his lips as he watched Ansem through the curtain of his bangs, his eyes half shut.

The situation was familiar, but it wasn't the same. Ansem lacked the warmth and scowling grumpiness that Veld had owned, his personality rather cold and distant. If Vincent were to classify the feeling he received from Ansem as anything, it felt like a gun that was pointed at him, about to shoot him in the face. Cool, smooth, distant, yet deadly and with a dangerous allure that would have been easy to fall into for any person who didn't understand warnings.

He was not one of those people, but the feeling of deja vu was unsettling nonetheless. Coincidental, he reassured himself, and the dream about Tseng and Veld had only been that--a dream. Getting his hackles up because of a dream was ridiculous ( ... )

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