Until Vincent had begun to fidget, to eventually remove his gauntlet, keeping his gaze away from the other man had been easy enough. Sephiroth's eyes almost seemed closed again for all the effort he was making in not meeting the other's gaze. Even though he was prone, laid out on the bed, the body language he was giving off continued to indicate that he was closing off.
But somewhere between Vincent's movements, and the words he spoke, part-curiosity but moreso that part of him that drove his sharp sense of spatial awareness -given as Vincent had moved closer- inevitably drew the troubled expression in the direction of the other mans' mangled arm as he bared it in front of him for the first time. It felt personal, yet Sephiroth also knew Vincent were using it to get his point further across.
"Then I daresay I'm already more than half way there..." The whispered growl spoken between them was intensely private, yet a bitter admission that Sephiroth did indeed know his own faults well. His was a mind that hardly truly rested, and the sore fact that the one person who had helped him to turn down the volume of his own churning pondering was no longer around...
Quickly he lowered his eyes and turned his face away again. His eyes stung as if there were no more tears left to come. He felt vulnerable, like someone had reached in to a large part of his body and ripped a giant hole. A hole that everyone could see and not matter how he had tried he hadn't been able to conceal it for long enough to start healing. Sephiroth hated how he was left to feel, how he had no control over it, and worse that he'd allowed himself to become so weakened...again.
September 13th [Closed: Vincent]
But somewhere between Vincent's movements, and the words he spoke, part-curiosity but moreso that part of him that drove his sharp sense of spatial awareness -given as Vincent had moved closer- inevitably drew the troubled expression in the direction of the other mans' mangled arm as he bared it in front of him for the first time. It felt personal, yet Sephiroth also knew Vincent were using it to get his point further across.
"Then I daresay I'm already more than half way there..." The whispered growl spoken between them was intensely private, yet a bitter admission that Sephiroth did indeed know his own faults well. His was a mind that hardly truly rested, and the sore fact that the one person who had helped him to turn down the volume of his own churning pondering was no longer around...
Quickly he lowered his eyes and turned his face away again. His eyes stung as if there were no more tears left to come. He felt vulnerable, like someone had reached in to a large part of his body and ripped a giant hole. A hole that everyone could see and not matter how he had tried he hadn't been able to conceal it for long enough to start healing. Sephiroth hated how he was left to feel, how he had no control over it, and worse that he'd allowed himself to become so weakened...again.