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cloakandclaw) wrote2010-08-26 07:11 pm
cloakandclaw) wrote2010-08-26 07:11 pm
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It's been... a long time since the freshness of the mountain air hit him with such full force. He might just have been drowning for lack of it, on the asteroid with its dome and manufactured atmosphere, without even realizing how desperate for it he had become. Surely it's been so long that he's been forgotten but... no, time should not have passed here. He... doesn't care. All he wants is to see Lucrecia.
Like a fish unable to breathe outside water, he's drawn to her and the waterfall cave. He can't stay away. Thirty years and a lifetime ago he was not the sort of person who became readily obsessed, but... well, this is what he has become. Lucrecia Crescent is his everything, even though she is no longer anything but a revenant of sorts. She certainly haunts him.
As always, he's breathless when he steps into the cave to see her form shimmering behind a wall of Mako crystal. Ever young, ever beautiful, he moves closer. She is his princess, his queen, his bride-that-should-have-been, the great and unrequited love of his life. For her, he would do anything. Reverent, he takes his seat before her.
"Lucrecia." He's missed her so; his voice echoes low throughout the cavern. One doesn't need to look at her to understand that she is no longer alive -- not really -- but still, a part of her exists and as long as that is the case, he'll guard her and accompany her. When he hears her voice, his eyes close so he might drink in every moment of this opportunity.
"Silly Vincent. I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Did you forget something?" There's a whisper of girlish laughter in her voice that breaks his heart: she should have been this happy in life, but science and the man she chose took it all away from her.
May he rest in peace.
"No. I... have a story to tell." And he does: he tells her of his travels, of the small rock in space, of the people there. The conversation is largely one-sided; her sentience might be in the network, but that presents its own difficulties. Still, he's so relieved to be here with her that her question, once put to him, catches him off-guard.
"You've been living a full life. Why did you come back here?"
As if she and the cave have nothing to offer? The question stings: he's dreamed of nothing but returning to this place. As he looks down to the ground searching for the right words to use in response, he remembers she... is always this way. She has never taken him at anything but face value; his presence is always taken for granted.
There is only one answer.
"To see you." How can she not know that she consumes his thoughts, fills his every waking moment? How can she not understand that he already died for her once and despite everything that's happened since -- even despite the fact she experimented on him just as Hojo did -- he would die for her again and again? How does one take that as a given?
For a long moment there's no response, but at long last she does speak.
"Oh. Vincent, I..." Her voice trails off and the last sounds of it resonate inside the cave before he hears her again. "That's sweet of you."
Sweet. It's more than sweet; it's his life's purpose but... well, this is Lucrecia and he can no more readily tell her what to do in death than he could in life. This is a tease having her here, a terrible, terrible tease. He should not have come back to this place; he should not have pinned all his hopes on her again. His eyes close, a blessed respite from the illumination of the Mako, and he says nothing. Lucrecia talks: of Sephiroth, of her research, of the way she transferred her memories into the Shin-Ra network. He's heard these things countless times and now, when he yearns for something new, the stories seem hollow and expected.
And still, he treasures every moment of them. He would keep her company here for all eternity if she would only ask it of him.
Like a fish unable to breathe outside water, he's drawn to her and the waterfall cave. He can't stay away. Thirty years and a lifetime ago he was not the sort of person who became readily obsessed, but... well, this is what he has become. Lucrecia Crescent is his everything, even though she is no longer anything but a revenant of sorts. She certainly haunts him.
As always, he's breathless when he steps into the cave to see her form shimmering behind a wall of Mako crystal. Ever young, ever beautiful, he moves closer. She is his princess, his queen, his bride-that-should-have-been, the great and unrequited love of his life. For her, he would do anything. Reverent, he takes his seat before her.
"Lucrecia." He's missed her so; his voice echoes low throughout the cavern. One doesn't need to look at her to understand that she is no longer alive -- not really -- but still, a part of her exists and as long as that is the case, he'll guard her and accompany her. When he hears her voice, his eyes close so he might drink in every moment of this opportunity.
"Silly Vincent. I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Did you forget something?" There's a whisper of girlish laughter in her voice that breaks his heart: she should have been this happy in life, but science and the man she chose took it all away from her.
May he rest in peace.
"No. I... have a story to tell." And he does: he tells her of his travels, of the small rock in space, of the people there. The conversation is largely one-sided; her sentience might be in the network, but that presents its own difficulties. Still, he's so relieved to be here with her that her question, once put to him, catches him off-guard.
"You've been living a full life. Why did you come back here?"
As if she and the cave have nothing to offer? The question stings: he's dreamed of nothing but returning to this place. As he looks down to the ground searching for the right words to use in response, he remembers she... is always this way. She has never taken him at anything but face value; his presence is always taken for granted.
There is only one answer.
"To see you." How can she not know that she consumes his thoughts, fills his every waking moment? How can she not understand that he already died for her once and despite everything that's happened since -- even despite the fact she experimented on him just as Hojo did -- he would die for her again and again? How does one take that as a given?
For a long moment there's no response, but at long last she does speak.
"Oh. Vincent, I..." Her voice trails off and the last sounds of it resonate inside the cave before he hears her again. "That's sweet of you."
Sweet. It's more than sweet; it's his life's purpose but... well, this is Lucrecia and he can no more readily tell her what to do in death than he could in life. This is a tease having her here, a terrible, terrible tease. He should not have come back to this place; he should not have pinned all his hopes on her again. His eyes close, a blessed respite from the illumination of the Mako, and he says nothing. Lucrecia talks: of Sephiroth, of her research, of the way she transferred her memories into the Shin-Ra network. He's heard these things countless times and now, when he yearns for something new, the stories seem hollow and expected.
And still, he treasures every moment of them. He would keep her company here for all eternity if she would only ask it of him.