Vincent.
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Post by Vincent. on Jun 18, 2012 14:41:09 GMT -8
Autumn leaves must fall
(IMRP continuation; hours later)
The German's steps were consistent. His boots clicked in rhythm, neither slow or fast. He was capless, his hair a bedraggled mess as it followed after him, opening the door for Vincent. He would lead them back to the entrance and the exit, opening the door again to two guards standing at their posts, right where Vincent first came in at the start of the day. "Unfettered" would continue walking, leading them both off the pier... and then stop. It was dark, they were on the sidewalks that bordered the beach and the ocean.
He allowed himself a sigh.
Vincent travelled along behind the German with the shadow of his brimmed cap over his eyes, his hands in his pockets. Just a shadow of the man in front of him, a fleeting moment in his life. He was there and then he was gone. Such was life. The ocean still spread and recoiled beneath them in the darkness, sighing, whispering, sighing again. Frigid November sea air buffeted Vincent as he walked, his visage somber but placidly so, ignoring the wind and water and the darkness and letting his thoughts dwell only where it was warm, where there was light. The scent of "Unfettered" was the thing guiding him, even though his eyes were on the ground he tread on. The man's footsteps stopped.
Vincent stopped, too, and glanced up. To his own surprise, he was smiling, a little melancholy twist at the edge of his lips.
"Unfettered" would look back and reach out to pat Vincent on the shoulder. It definetely seemed more like he was reassuring himself with his unsmiling face. Facing forward again, he continued walking, taking them back to the storm drain where the German remembered being carted out of not so long ago... that rainy night.
A laugh.
He turned around, looking at Vincent, shrugging.
"It will be a few months."
Vincent nodded in return, accepting of the fact. They continued on and Vincent found himself staring up at the sky. The lack of light pollution made the stars shine radiantly and the entire sky seemed infinitely more vast. An unfathomable pit opened up inside of Vincent's soul, if he had one, although in that moment he would have said he felt nothing at all. What he really felt was small; small, but content. The stars, despite their indifference, shimmered in morse code: everything will be okay.
At the top of the jetty overlooking the entrance to the tunnel and the sea, the very place where Vincent stood two months ago and spotted Vespyr crouched like a cat in the rain, the man would stop and take a moment to look behind him. Then he wondered what good that did, and turned back to the German. He wouldn't say anything; no 'I guess this is goodbye', or 'I'll see you soon'. Only a small demand.
"...Stay safe, okay?"
A lot could happen in a matter of a few months. Vincent frowned for a moment, but smiled again, wanly. Wan but sincere. His hands left his pockets and hung at his sides.
The German would raise a brow... and shake his head, smiling. He wanted to say something real like 'I can't promise that' or 'Fuck that, I'll see you in a few months,' but Vincent didn't quite look at things the same way... which was fine.
He extended out his arms... to give the man a hug. A long, firm one, intending to bury the man in him.
"...Ja..."
Of all the things Vincent could have been wondering--sunk deep in thought as the German enveloped him in his arms, his face tucked between the man's shoulder and his neck, arms tightly bound about the other's waist--he wondered why things couldn't just be this simple. Whatever that meant, he didn't care to explore. Just the question resonated in his mind for however long they stood there; he stopped counting the seconds. Vincent just let them pass by undisturbed until his lips found their way to the side of "Unfettered"'s neck, placing one kiss there. Then he lifted his head and looked the man sternly in the eye; a rare look, from one man to another. Then he would back away and step down off the jetty. |
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