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vatheon2012-11-27 06:07 pm
fragmentedlove) wrote in vatheon2012-11-27 06:07 pm
ღ Data Entry #1 ღ
ღWho: Lucrecia Crescent and you my dears!
ღWhere: Town Square
ღWhen: Evening, Tuesday
ღStatus: Open! PS: I don't mind two on one convos because of the curse going around! She hasn't been affected by it so you're safe!
[Dreams.
Dreams carved into her like memories. They were... memories, weren't they? Sharp fragments, long forgotten shards that shifted into place and fused as though they'd never parted -- reflecting out like smooth cut glass, feeling warm only after you'd grasped it in your hand for a time. And so very much had slipped away. Images of the son she'd never once touched, the man she'd never been able to show her love to, the people whose fate had been altered by her own... they are seared into her mind. Branded. Like a wound that will never fully scar over.
Between that war torn terra and the people affected by her sins... she had still struggled to atone long after her body faded away. Even if she begged for forgiveness (and she had) it could never be fully obtained.
Vincent had been the one to bear all of it, shouldering it by himself as though it would crush him -- not daring to even let it past his lips. (Old embers burn there, flickering like dim candlelight against stone and mortar, it's cold but... even nearing them a little can't hurt, can it?) How long had he kept all his feelings locked away like that? She wasn't afraid to admit anything anymore... as long as he survived, as long as he was a whole human being and remembered his love -- then, surely he'd continue on. When they meet again (if they meet again) she assured herself she'd say what she should have said all those years ago without hesitation.
But there's a chill that passes through her. As if being beckoned by the cold her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first as she tries to grasp what it is that's happening... why is she waking up?
I'd only wanted to sleep an eternity... free from the pain. Have I been summoned back to the planet...?
She sits up slowly, hand moving to her chest as she represses a shiver. She's thoroughly drenched, her cheeks flushed, looking less like a statuesque Greek tragedienne and more like a woman who was late for her wedding day in the middle of a rain storm. She looks around herself, seeming less panicked (not as serene as she did while sleeping) than she should, brushing her hands against her SFC and then picking it up to stare at it (looking both surprised and perplexed by it). Then she notices the small welcome package... She reads through it quickly enough. Vatheon...? The more she digests what she's skimmed over the more anxious she becomes. Looking up from the brochure, she folds it and pulls herself to her feet. If she was here... was there also a chance that Vincent was too?]
ღWhere: Town Square
ღWhen: Evening, Tuesday
ღStatus: Open! PS: I don't mind two on one convos because of the curse going around! She hasn't been affected by it so you're safe!
[Dreams.
Dreams carved into her like memories. They were... memories, weren't they? Sharp fragments, long forgotten shards that shifted into place and fused as though they'd never parted -- reflecting out like smooth cut glass, feeling warm only after you'd grasped it in your hand for a time. And so very much had slipped away. Images of the son she'd never once touched, the man she'd never been able to show her love to, the people whose fate had been altered by her own... they are seared into her mind. Branded. Like a wound that will never fully scar over.
Between that war torn terra and the people affected by her sins... she had still struggled to atone long after her body faded away. Even if she begged for forgiveness (and she had) it could never be fully obtained.
Vincent had been the one to bear all of it, shouldering it by himself as though it would crush him -- not daring to even let it past his lips. (Old embers burn there, flickering like dim candlelight against stone and mortar, it's cold but... even nearing them a little can't hurt, can it?) How long had he kept all his feelings locked away like that? She wasn't afraid to admit anything anymore... as long as he survived, as long as he was a whole human being and remembered his love -- then, surely he'd continue on. When they meet again (if they meet again) she assured herself she'd say what she should have said all those years ago without hesitation.
But there's a chill that passes through her. As if being beckoned by the cold her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first as she tries to grasp what it is that's happening... why is she waking up?
I'd only wanted to sleep an eternity... free from the pain. Have I been summoned back to the planet...?
She sits up slowly, hand moving to her chest as she represses a shiver. She's thoroughly drenched, her cheeks flushed, looking less like a statuesque Greek tragedienne and more like a woman who was late for her wedding day in the middle of a rain storm. She looks around herself, seeming less panicked (not as serene as she did while sleeping) than she should, brushing her hands against her SFC and then picking it up to stare at it (looking both surprised and perplexed by it). Then she notices the small welcome package... She reads through it quickly enough. Vatheon...? The more she digests what she's skimmed over the more anxious she becomes. Looking up from the brochure, she folds it and pulls herself to her feet. If she was here... was there also a chance that Vincent was too?]
It's a shame that the curse might ruin this.
Her voice was exactly as he remembered it. Light and sweet, with that hint of maturity that marked her as the woman she was and not just a girl. A voice that he had held on to in memory throughout the years, just to hear it say his name every once in a while.
Happiness. That was what this was, it couldn't be anything else. He could feel it draw himself to her. Slowly, and then more quickly in a move that he would have never allowed himself to do in the past, he closed the distance between them and hugged her. It was a tight hug, but gentle, as if he was afraid to squeeze too hard.
He knew that if he tried to speak, it would come out choked. Managing not to make a fool of himself was all he could do for now, but he had to say something. It was possible that she might reject this, reject the closeness so soon. Shelke told me to tell her how I felt...and she's right. I can't hold it back this time. So maybe...]
...I'm glad too.[ He managed after a few seconds paused, his voice rough.]
Even if we're meeting again in such a strange place.
nope nope nope oh my god lucrecia really
At first she doesn't move because she's stunned -- her eyes soften, she presses them closed and returns the embrace (albeit a bit hesitantly given their past). She wasn't sure she could convey how much she'd missed him. They'd spent their days together frivolously hadn't they?
He was at the center of all those kind memories that left her heart glowing and frozen all at once. She's always going to be a contradiction like that. A hypocrite. A coward. He deserves better than this. Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, she doesn't open them, she just stays close -- is it because of happiness, too? She shouldn't cry in front of him already!]
I-I'm just happy you're alright... I can say it now, as a whole person instead of through my fragmented self -- I'm... I'm sorry, Vincent. I'm so sorry for everything.
[She hates pulling back... but if this is a dream, if this is some reality where their meeting and parting is brief, then she has to say it. She waited far too long and allowed her guilt to control her every action before. She moves to look up into his face, brows drawn together and her tear stained cheeks still flushed.]
I should have listened to you, all those years ago. Even if you never accept it, even if I have to carry on like this and never return to the planet, I don't care! I wanted to say it... just once! I...
[She averts her eyes and holds one clasped hand to her chest, murmuring it softly -- because she knows it's sudden. But sudden after over... thirty years now? That's not soon enough.]I love you!
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It was what he had always dreamed about as the young man who had met her -- Met the stunning woman who was a scientist, a playful spirit and... a broken heart all at once. She loved him. Every pain that he had ever endured over the years, every dark moment -- it suddenly felt less like of an eternal burden and more a payment towards this single... fragile moment. And where it might lead.
Reaching forward with a slow, deliberate pace, he took hold of her hand. Hoping that the motion would catch her attention, A small tender smile lit up his face.]
I love you too. Lucrecia...I should have just said it years ago. Looks like...neither one of us ever got it right. But just maybe, the planet is taking pity on us. The ones who can't enter her embrace.
[There was so much more that he wanted to say, but now was not the time. He had to make her fully understand how he felt...or risk ruining it all. If that happened, he -- no. He wouldn't let it happen. He would never stand idly by and watch her just walk the other way again. This time, he would fight. If he failed, he would fail trying.]
I'm sorry, as well. And...thank you. Thank you for bringing me back. If you hadn't I...wouldn't be able to see you again like this.
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[It feels bizarre to hear him say it. She's overwhelmed by his response, squeezing his hands with her own and looking down. Honestly, she doesn't deserve this... she doesn't deserve him being kind. Doesn't deserve his love. Or his honesty.
But she is grateful. (Her heart still aches, she wonders if it will ever stop and she might regain something of her former self... before everything happened.) She knows that she cannot go back to the past and change it, though she would without hesitation if it were possible -- to spare them both so much pain.
All the regret she carries will never melt away. ]
No, don't... don't thank me for that, Vincent. It was selfish of me. I'm... really happy we're here together but -- hasn't it ...
[She looks up at him slowly through her parted bangs.]
Been painful? I've caused you so much trouble. I don't know how you're able to say it to me after everything I've done.