Alone
Vincent knew that she couldn't stay in her present clothes; they were filthy, wet, and not helping her fever. He began to look around for something for her to wear. He looked through all the cabinets, in the desk drawers, and finally under the bed. He discovered some boxes labeled 'Ladies' and figured there to be some sort of women's garb. The first box revealed some silk slippers, the second revealed some complicated underwear, and the third revealed a floor length white ball gown. He inspected the dress carefully and concluded it was a wedding dress of some kind. He didn't even want to know why a wedding dress was in an all male facility but figured their weird taste was his blessing.
He looked down at Tifa, then back to the dress. Oh stop stalling, Valentine and get it over with. First he unbuckled the suspenders. Then he slipped the shirt over her head, keeping his eyes on her face as he did so. The female anatomy was certainly no mystery to him, but he wanted to have the feeling that he didn't give into temptation. Carefully, he slipped the dress over her head. The dress was sleeveless and off the shoulders so I wasn't that hard to get her through. He then pulled it down so that it covered her all the way. He then reached up her legs and took off the skirt. Rolling her over, he buttoned her up the back and then rolled her back. She looks like an angel... Once again Vincent had let his mind stray. Chiding himself he walked over to the other side of the bed and lay down.
Vincent woke with a start. She had thrown her arms around his neck and was breathing into his chest. Her fever was still high but her breathing was even. He'd cast Ensuna on her last night to help speed the healing. The wound on her leg was nothing more than a scratch and the bruises and cuts on her face were gone. He just lay there, staring at her. If you were a normal man, she might be able to love you. Vincent smiled sadly; he was not a normal man and never would be. He was a nightmare, a curse to those he loved. He would not love her, he wouldn't hurt her but giving her his cursed and unwanted love.
That thought compelled him to motion. He unwrapped her arms from around his neck and slid out from under the covers. He decided to go out and look for some food and possibly better clothing for Tifa.
Tifa woke slowly, stretching her body limb by limb. She knew that she was sick, but she also knew that she was getting better. She got rolled over to where Vincent should have been only to find him gone. Panic set in as thought of abandonment began rushing through her.
She got up a little too quickly but didn't have time to pause for the dizziness to subside. He probably got tired of having to look out for you and left, just like everyone else.
She was getting up when she noticed that she was in a wedding dress. Vincent... A pair of ballet slippers and very uncomfortable looking underwear was also next to the bed. Curious, she took the slippers and tried them on. They fit perfectly and so she started for the door.
She ran out into the well lit cavern and looked frantically for Vincent. When she couldn't find him, she began calling his name. "Vincent! Vin-cent!" She waited a few moments and still no reply came. Tears had begun to run down her pale cheeks. She took a few more steps before collapsing on the concrete floor. Her feeble strength had finally given out. She just sat lay there, feeling completely and utterly alone. Vincent had been looking at the air ship when he heard his name. Getting up, he dusted off his pants and began walking swiftly towards the large room. When he got there it was like a wave of ice water hit his face. Tifa was on the floor in a crumpled heap and she wasn't moving. In seconds he reached her and pulled her onto his lap. "Tifa, come on sweet don't leave me hear alone."
Tifa began crying. She usually wasn't so emotional but at that moment she just let her tears flow. Vincent gathered her to his chest and took her inside the warmer room. Gently, he laid her on the bed and lay down next to her, pulling up the covers and hugging her to him as he did.
He just held her while she cried. He seemed to understand that she just needed to cry away all her worries of being left alone. Soon, she had stopped and he asked her in his concerned voice, "Why were you crying?" Tifa looked up at his eyes. "I thought you had left me here to die alone. I-I don't want to be alone anymore." Vincent took her head back to his chest and rolled onto his back so that she was on top of him. He just stroked her hair for awhile before adding, "Tifa, I would never leave you. Even once we're back with the others I will never leave you."
Tifa nodded into his shirt and asleep, content with the knowledge that he would never leave her alone.
Vincent knew that she couldn't stay in her present clothes; they were filthy, wet, and not helping her fever. He began to look around for something for her to wear. He looked through all the cabinets, in the desk drawers, and finally under the bed. He discovered some boxes labeled 'Ladies' and figured there to be some sort of women's garb. The first box revealed some silk slippers, the second revealed some complicated underwear, and the third revealed a floor length white ball gown. He inspected the dress carefully and concluded it was a wedding dress of some kind. He didn't even want to know why a wedding dress was in an all male facility but figured their weird taste was his blessing.
He looked down at Tifa, then back to the dress. Oh stop stalling, Valentine and get it over with. First he unbuckled the suspenders. Then he slipped the shirt over her head, keeping his eyes on her face as he did so. The female anatomy was certainly no mystery to him, but he wanted to have the feeling that he didn't give into temptation. Carefully, he slipped the dress over her head. The dress was sleeveless and off the shoulders so I wasn't that hard to get her through. He then pulled it down so that it covered her all the way. He then reached up her legs and took off the skirt. Rolling her over, he buttoned her up the back and then rolled her back. She looks like an angel... Once again Vincent had let his mind stray. Chiding himself he walked over to the other side of the bed and lay down.
Vincent woke with a start. She had thrown her arms around his neck and was breathing into his chest. Her fever was still high but her breathing was even. He'd cast Ensuna on her last night to help speed the healing. The wound on her leg was nothing more than a scratch and the bruises and cuts on her face were gone. He just lay there, staring at her. If you were a normal man, she might be able to love you. Vincent smiled sadly; he was not a normal man and never would be. He was a nightmare, a curse to those he loved. He would not love her, he wouldn't hurt her but giving her his cursed and unwanted love.
That thought compelled him to motion. He unwrapped her arms from around his neck and slid out from under the covers. He decided to go out and look for some food and possibly better clothing for Tifa.
Tifa woke slowly, stretching her body limb by limb. She knew that she was sick, but she also knew that she was getting better. She got rolled over to where Vincent should have been only to find him gone. Panic set in as thought of abandonment began rushing through her.
She got up a little too quickly but didn't have time to pause for the dizziness to subside. He probably got tired of having to look out for you and left, just like everyone else.
She was getting up when she noticed that she was in a wedding dress. Vincent... A pair of ballet slippers and very uncomfortable looking underwear was also next to the bed. Curious, she took the slippers and tried them on. They fit perfectly and so she started for the door.
She ran out into the well lit cavern and looked frantically for Vincent. When she couldn't find him, she began calling his name. "Vincent! Vin-cent!" She waited a few moments and still no reply came. Tears had begun to run down her pale cheeks. She took a few more steps before collapsing on the concrete floor. Her feeble strength had finally given out. She just sat lay there, feeling completely and utterly alone. Vincent had been looking at the air ship when he heard his name. Getting up, he dusted off his pants and began walking swiftly towards the large room. When he got there it was like a wave of ice water hit his face. Tifa was on the floor in a crumpled heap and she wasn't moving. In seconds he reached her and pulled her onto his lap. "Tifa, come on sweet don't leave me hear alone."
Tifa began crying. She usually wasn't so emotional but at that moment she just let her tears flow. Vincent gathered her to his chest and took her inside the warmer room. Gently, he laid her on the bed and lay down next to her, pulling up the covers and hugging her to him as he did.
He just held her while she cried. He seemed to understand that she just needed to cry away all her worries of being left alone. Soon, she had stopped and he asked her in his concerned voice, "Why were you crying?" Tifa looked up at his eyes. "I thought you had left me here to die alone. I-I don't want to be alone anymore." Vincent took her head back to his chest and rolled onto his back so that she was on top of him. He just stroked her hair for awhile before adding, "Tifa, I would never leave you. Even once we're back with the others I will never leave you."
Tifa nodded into his shirt and asleep, content with the knowledge that he would never leave her alone.