Disclaimer: I don't own Tifa, Vincent, or anyone else. I wish I did, but
I'm just a poor schmuck who wastes her time by writing bad drabbles about
them. Square owns all, even your soul.
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He watched her sometimes. The only light penetrating his world of shadows, his only source of warmth and comfort during the cold nights in the mansion. Once or twice he had ventured out and encountered her by accident. She hid her pain and heartache well, always behaving in a cheerful manner. She was one hell of an actress. Bright, happy, optimistic... but always hurting.
He was like that, too, but he never found happiness after the Lucrecia/Hojo incident. Not until she came back. He had thought of her often, after the group parted ways, and when she returned, he had noticed that the pointy- haired blond hadn't accompanied her. That filled him with grim satisfaction.
Maybe it was because he had been alone for so long that he felt himself falling for the younger brunette. His demons - Chaos especially - reminded him that he was pestilence, unworthy of her affection.
Despite the mental and emotional turmoil, when the moonlight hit her and showed her pain, his longing for her grew stronger. Vincent thought she was an angel.
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He watched her sometimes. The only light penetrating his world of shadows, his only source of warmth and comfort during the cold nights in the mansion. Once or twice he had ventured out and encountered her by accident. She hid her pain and heartache well, always behaving in a cheerful manner. She was one hell of an actress. Bright, happy, optimistic... but always hurting.
He was like that, too, but he never found happiness after the Lucrecia/Hojo incident. Not until she came back. He had thought of her often, after the group parted ways, and when she returned, he had noticed that the pointy- haired blond hadn't accompanied her. That filled him with grim satisfaction.
Maybe it was because he had been alone for so long that he felt himself falling for the younger brunette. His demons - Chaos especially - reminded him that he was pestilence, unworthy of her affection.
Despite the mental and emotional turmoil, when the moonlight hit her and showed her pain, his longing for her grew stronger. Vincent thought she was an angel.