melodiesoflife | Taking responsibility [Semi-Open]

Characters: Vincent, Sephiroth, others [Mostly Open; Refer to the top-level Prompts]
Where: Hospital, Aquares Ixen
When: 9th-14th September
Summary: Some aftermath of the fallout from Sephiroth grieving over Terra being in Crystal Stasis. Vincent helped disable Seph, and is now keeping an eye on him. Some people might want to have words with him about how he did so. In between guarding a Weapon for a few shifts...
Warning: Language maybe? Potential angst?

Sept 11th-13th at various times.
Vincent is one of those who is guarding the Ultima WEAPON'S wreckage. These are the only times he won't be found at the Hospital, keeping a guard over Sephiroth. If you want to interact with him, see here.

Sept. 9th-12th

Vincent will stay out of the way of the healers, but otherwise stay in the hospital and keep an eye on Sephiroth as he sleeps off both the post-Job exhaustion and the sleep status. Making sure the silver-haired SOLDIER is healing well, and not being bothered unduly. Occasionally Vincent will head to the Crystal Stasis wing, visiting those among his friends who are there. Ophelia can also be found bringing him a bag with a change of clothes, and a book or two.

He's unlikely to talk in the same room Sephiroth is resting in, but feel free to come check on the SOLDIER, or yell at Vincent, or check on Vincent.

Sept 13th--Closed to Sephiroth
Vincent has spent the past few days keeping watch over and not quite playing guard for Sephiroth, mostly so that when the other does wake--he can apologize. Also to keep others from overwhelming the silver-haired soldier right away. Sadly, Vincent understands heartbreak; he also knows Seph well enough to have some idea of how, hopefully, to help the other start healing.

September 13th, OPEN

Since part of Vincent's assumed role has been gatekeeper for a very private and recovering SOLDIER, he'll be keeping an eye out to ensure the other doesn't get tired, when others DO come to visit him. This is the prompt to use for visiting Sephiroth--and if you want to do so privately, Vincent can wait outside the door.

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A slow blink, and Vincent tilted his head a moment as he regarded her. "Does Ramza have any idea of your feelings?" Quietly voiced--as she said, it was unlike anyone was around to overhear.

Shaking his head slightly. "Another time, we can swap stories. For now I'm trying to dwell on the present, than the past." But he was willing to share--which was new and progress. "I do not know him well, but I doubt Ramza thinks there is anything you need to repay him for."

Rialynn was silent. Ordinarily she might have blushed or wildly denied harboring any sort of romantic feelings for anyone. Instead her gaze just dropped slightly, and there was a slightly guilty hunch to her shoulders. "...It doesn't really matter."

What she felt, if it really was love, meant nothing if he didn't see her that way. And she wasn't even sure she wanted him to fall in love with her. What would she even do? The world was going to end, and even if it didn't, he belonged with his sister, living freely without attachments.

It was a sign that she shouldn't press Vincent for more details either, she was sure. "The fact that he thinks like that is why I need to repay him. He does so much for everyone. I don't think I've ever heard him ask for anything." She shook her head, still avoiding his quiet scarlet gaze. "I owe him."

Vincent let her speak, listening attentively and observing her while she spoke. He did avert his gaze, so she wasn't quite being so scrutinized. "I understand very well how you feel, if it makes any difference." Sincerity in his voice. No judgement, but that understanding and a hint of camaraderie if she wished to take advantage of it.

Her words told him more than enough about how she felt.

"Even if there is nothing you feel you can obviously do for him, then simply being there for him will be enough for him. From what I can tell anyways." A one-shouldered shrug.

A longer pause, then he tilted his head down and hid a bit more in his cowl. "It clearly matters to you, and if you wish to ever speak, I will listen." A bit awkward obviously, but still offered genuinely for her.

"Oh, that's not going to be a problem," she said quickly, jerking her head up. "I just...ugh." Her hands rose, hovered uselessly in the air, then dropped back to her sides. "I just don't think romance is the right thing for either of us. The timing is all off, there's so much to do in this world...and it would definitely compromise my ability to perform songs and ballads without tainting them with my own emotional bias."

That being said, her gaze returned to her boots. "That's all there really is to discuss. But thanks for offering to listen anyway." Maybe she was still in denial, but honestly? Good. This world was complicated enough as it stood, the last thing either of them needed was more personal drama.

"I just want to be his friend. That's all."

Vincent wasn't sure if he should push--since it seemed like Rialynn was protesting a little much--or let it lie for now. A few heartbeats, before he nodded. "I suspect he considers you that already." Reassuring--and it was odd to Vincent. Not used to having friends himself, although he was learning.

"Did you want to start learning about the language of flowers?" Moving away from the wall, willing to show her those he'd lain at the feet of friend's statues. His own way of remembering, even if it was hard.

Considering how uncomfortable she looked, not pressing the issue was probably the wise decision. She glanced up at him as he gave his quiet reassurance, mouth pursed in thought...then she smiled faintly. "Probably. Thanks." Even so, she couldn't shake the feeling that she really did owe him more than what she'd been able to give, and the sensation refused to leave her.

What he said next, however, caused the young bard to perk up significantly. "Flowers have a language? ...Now that you mention it, I heard that was something nobles did, but I never really had the opportunity to delve into it too much." The only noble she'd known wasn't really the flower type of man, nor was she comfortable about learning anything more from him.

She nodded, curious, and followed after him. She crouched to squat on her heels to better look at the flowers, resting her hands on her knees.

"I'm only familiar with the bare basics." Amusement in his voice as he lead the way to those of his friends in stasis he'd left flowers by. "But it's interesting, as it was developed as a discreet code to provide a veneer of innocence and ignorance as to what was going on from prying chaperones."

Leading her to Yuffie's statue, then Aerith's, and Tifa's--allies and friends from his world, explaining as he moved.

Taking responsibility [Semi-Open]

Stories will def. come, but in a dif. log mebbe?

Sounds good to me!

He's slowly learning how to have 'friends' again--so Rialynn is welcome to become one of those.

How about a nice scholar instead? C_C

Shush, she's a friend.

:X

I think this is a good place to end it?