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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 1c/? (Prologue)
Date: 2014-08-20 08:57 am (UTC)Vincent awoke with a jerk, his hair drenched with sweat, his blanket crumpled under him. Only slowly did his mind free itself from the heaviness of sleep and with his heart still hammering in his chest he tried to remember his dream, but to no avail. With a frustrated sigh he shook his head like a dog to dislodge the uncomfortable feeling the forgotten dream had left him with and left his room, noticing on his way out that Tara was already up and about in the kitchen. He smelled coffee, and with a twitch of his lips headed for the bathroom to refresh himself before dressing. Only then did he join her in the small kitchen, watching her clutching her cup and inhaling the steam as if it was a holy ritual.
He didn’t understand it, he had tried coffee once to please her and found the bitter brew little to his liking. It had astounded him how something that smelled so pleasant could taste so foul, but to each their own. He slowly sat down beside her and reached for a piece of bread.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning”, Tara said, smiling into her cup. “You look as if you hadn’t slept all too well.”
Vincent shrugged as he chewed. “I actually slept not too bad, but I had worrisome dreams that I couldn’t remember. No nightmares, but they left me feeling heavy, however, and uncomfortable.”
Tara took a cautious sip of her coffee. “You are thinking too much.”
“One can never think enough.”
“I think one can.” She set her cup down. “You have been racking your brain for weeks now about the celebrations and all the possibilities of an assassination or whatnot, no wonder your dreams are heavy.”
“It is my duty to ‘rack my brain’, as you so disdainfully called it, when it concerns your life and your safety”, Vincent gave back sharply. “I know my place and...” He broke off and tore a small piece off his bread, but made no move to eat it.
“And?” Tara looked at him with a cocked head. “Speak your mind, by all means.”
Vincent sighed. “Very well. And I wish you would do so as well.”
“What do you mean with that, exactly?” Tara swivelled on her chair to look at him, and crossed her arms. “And what does it have to do with the celebration? Surely you don’t’ mean that I should remain absent from the celebration these people hold for me, in my honour and in honour of my deeds?”
“Of course not”, Vincent replied and took a deep breath. “A little more concern for your own safety however would...”
“Would make your job easier, I do understand. But what am I to do, wave at them from an open window from the Lounge?”
“Of course not.” Vincent dropped his bread. “But a bit more care...”
“Vince.” Tara shook her head with a tiny smile. “I know. I know what you mean, but honestly, an assassin could as easily pick me off from some rooftop or another when I’d just be walking down the Strip. I know that there are going to be a lot of people in an almost unmanageable crowd, but an assassin... why would he have to wait for a celebration to kill me?”
Vincent folded his hands onto the table before him. “Do you really want to hear an elaboration of all the reasons?”
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 1d/? (Prologue)
Date: 2014-08-20 08:58 am (UTC)“If I knew that I wouldn’t have had to rack my brain so much these last few weeks”, Vincent gave back.
Tara chuckled. “Oh my poor, overwrought bodyguard”, she said and rand a hand through his hair, resting it on his cheek. “I know it can’t be easy, but I do appreciate your concerns for my safety, both as a servant, and as a man.”
Vincent looked up from his hands again and met her eyes, a twitch tugging at his lips. “I have to”, he said simply. “I have to, you are everything I have.”
Coming from any other man it might have sounded soppy, an exaggerated compliment, but Tara knew that for him, these words were nothing but the plain and simple truth. Yet it still made her stomach flutter.
With a soft smile she ran her thumb across his cheekbone and he turned his face to place a kiss on her fingertips.
“Vincent.” It was only a soft whisper, and he looked back at her face, a banked fire glowing in his eye. “I know that you just dressed yourself but...” She bit her lower lip and ran her finger along the line of his jaw. “But would you mind taking that armour off again?”
Vincent slowly cocked his head, but the tiny smile and the glow in his eye were still there. “Your wish is my command”, he said softly before he leaned forward to kiss her.
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Bad Attitude Anon is here and she's breathing heavily
Date: 2014-08-20 09:43 am (UTC)The whole bit with Tiberius? Love it. The war cry at the end gave me chills. You just know that some shit's gonna go down. Plus I really like him for some reason. Don't ask me why b/c I honestly couldn't tell you, haha.
And I just want to face-smoosh Tara and Vince both while cooing 'babieeeess' (though Vinny-boy just might take one of my hands if I tried it. Tara too now that I think about it). I wonder how this whole 'I need a heir' thing's gonna work out since they're an item and (if memory serves) Vincent can't have any kids.
Ahhh, I'm just so excited! I'm need to stop rambling now while I'm still making coherent sentences so I'll just say that me and my sock full of pennies are awaiting the next installment with baited breath and end it there...
Re: Bad Attitude Anon is here and she's breathing heavily
Date: 2014-08-23 01:32 am (UTC)You might need a bigger sock, tho
Re: Bad Attitude Anon is here and she's breathing heavily
Date: 2014-08-24 06:25 am (UTC)