A/N: You've already waited over a month for this, stop reading this and go read the final chapter!
As she sprinted down the mountain, the whole world seemed muffled, surreal. She dimly registered the jarring impact as her sneakers impacted the rough sandstone of the mountain path, heard faintly the chaotic sound of her pulse in her ears, her ragged breathing. She knew the wind was rushing into her face, causing her eyes to water, but she could not feel it.
She was aware of only two things:
The voice, tireless in its torments, murmuring to her in an almost gentle tone, but it only made the words bite harder;
And the rapid shik of metal scraping rock and she knew he was chasing her, knew he wished to catch her but at the same time she knew nothing at all, knew not his motivations.
She was numb, unable to think, only to run, run run run in a race that had no goal and that she never realized she'd even started. She had no reason to continue her breakneck sprint down the face of her god, but for the life of her she could not think of a reason to stop; so she continued to run, for she was in motion and she would stay in motion until she was acted upon by some outside force.
The stars twinkled above her, the moon shone brightly, painting the land in shadows and deep, bruised purples and blues. She would blink, and for an infinitesimal moment see garnet eyes, a suddenly vibrant red in the night, then they would be gone, as her eyes opened and she was left with the darkness of night once more.
The world slowed. She inhaled another shaky breath, and something was tickling her chin and through her dulled senses she suddenly oh so faintly smelled gunpowder earth dust and
Vincent.
The world came rushing back, chromatic and sharp and noisy and real and suddenly she was falling, Vincent's cloak still wrapped around her.
His legs pumped mechanically, pushing him one step at a time towards her, but she slowly pulled away.
She was damn fast when she wanted to be, and Vincent was feeling vaguely annoyed.
His mind felt unnaturally clear and calm. Her words seemed to float innocently about him, not provoking any reaction from him. He only knew he had to catch her, catch her and then (and then fall with her -
He kept his eyes fixed on her fleeing form, his enhanced vision making the clear night seem almost bright. His cloak was streaming out behind her as she ran, and he wondered if she even realized she was wearing it.
Almost faster than he could register her gait suddenly staggered, as if she'd been struck, and she was falling face-first towards the ground.
Catch her –
In a fairy tale, he would have caught her just in the nick of time, cradled her gently in his arms, sung to her of his undying affection and the sun would rise and the birds would sing.
But he had learned a long, long time ago that life is no fairy tale.
She slammed into the path, skidding down the sloping trail, a cloud of dust erupting from her impact, and no birds sang and the night sat immovably. He winced, and tried to quicken his pace though he was already sprinting as fast as he could.
He arrived at her side in a matter of seconds, skidding to a halt with a screech of metal. He reached out a gloved hand towards her, and as the tips of his fingers brushed the skin of her arm his mind exploded with all the emotions and thoughts that had been lurking underneath the calm surface of his consciousness, leaving him breathless and dizzy.
He should say something. Tell her how much her words burned his soul, how much he loved them and hated them. Tell her how he loved her (but he shouldn't), tell her that she shouldn't love him (but she did). Tell her how much she meant to him, show her how much she meant to him, give her love life hope happiness –
But he didn't know how. He didn't know how to put these old, moth-eaten emotions whose very existence he'd denied for so long into words.
Just say something, anything, quickly before she runs again –
But he had waited too long, and she pushed herself up so she was on all fours, and he watched expectantly, waiting (never moving, still stuck in that immortal stasis) for her to run (never waiting, too intent on catching life) once more.
But she didn't. With her head sagging down, she began to shake, and it took him a moment to realize she was laughing.
She landed hard, not even having a chance to break her fall or roll. Her momentum carried her another few inches down the path, the sandstone scraping her face and arms. She gulped in air as she slid to a stop, blinking dazedly and feeling the sharp sting of her grazed knees and elbows. Her head was aching, pounding out its own beat in time with her pulse, booming in her ears.
But she could still hear that shik, growing steadily closer until there was a loud screech of metal and she could sense him there, next to her, though her head was turned away from him. The feather-light touch of his fingers brushing her arm made her whole body burn with a sudden onset of breathless desire that she did her best to ignore. Instead, she tried to concentrate on his presence, on what it could mean, but in a wonderful, terrible ironic twist his presence distracted her from being able to even form coherent thoughts. So instead she just tried to label her present emotions, to stick with what she knew.
She knew that she felt ecstatic and terrified and giddy all at once. As if she were standing at the very edge of the cliff, with the most beautiful of views laid out before her but with sharp, jagged rocks waiting patiently for her at the bottom, sitting with an undeniable certainty that she would make a misstep and plummet towards their waiting teeth.
Hope.
That's what it was. Hope, holding her up, a lifeline she wasn't even sure she wanted. A smile twisted onto her face, bittersweet and masochistic. How she still managed to hope when she knew it was, well, hopeless, was beyond her.
Hope. For shit's sake, Kisaragi, how naive are you to still feel hope in this?
She began to silently laugh as she slowly pushed herself up to rest on her knees and palms. The right side of her face was stinging as the wind brushed against the scrapes she'd sustained in her abrupt halt, and for some reason the pain only made her laugh harder. She felt rather than saw Vincent's alarm at her laughter, could feel him stiffen in wariness and surprise, and she felt a sudden stab of guilt at his reaction, at forcing him into this now fucked up-down-and-sideways mess that was her emotions.
"I'm sorry, Vince."
Her words sounded incredibly loud and foreign in the hushed silence of the Wutai night, but she continued on regardless, because she was just so sick of all her cowardice and all his silences and their entire goddamn relationship.
"I am so, so, sorry, because I've fallen in love with you, and I know, I know you don't want it but there ya go, my love's all yours now."
The words that she had struggled to speak for over two weeks (months years lifetimes) flowed easily now, their passage smoothed by despair and bitterness and an aching, apathetic exhaustion. She pushed herself further upright so she rested only on her knees, keeling over so she leaned against the rock of the mountain and was able to face Vincent properly.
He was staring at her, unblinking, and he still looked so damn good and she hated him for it, hated him for even existing –
"Trust me, Vinnie, I never wanted this. I was supposed to fall in love with some blonde, tanned, badass hunk from Costa who always has some cocky smile on his face, kinda like...like if Cloud and Reno had a kid together," she said, and she was smiling (though she didn't know why, really) but she thought she could taste salt on her lips as well. "And his eyes were supposed to be green, brown, and blue all at the same time because he would just be that awesome and we would have steamy, passionate sex on the beach and make lots of little Yuffie spawns that would all grow up to be the best ninjas in the entire universe and would all say 'grossness' but with a Costa accent.
"But here I am, Vince," she stated, emphasizing each word and throwing her hands out in a rough gesture to indicate the mountain and the night and him, most of all. "I'm on a mountain, not a beach, and I've gone and fallen in love with some vampire, who is most definitely not tanned and is not blonde and not badass even though he looks like he is but he's really the most polite gentleman I've ever met, and he has a whole city of skeletons partying in his closet so he doesn't do cocky grins, he just looks sad and emo all the time. And his eyes – " holy Leviathan, his eyes, " – are not green and brown and blue but instead they're the most...they're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen and I'm sorry."
She took a deep, shuddering breath, and she felt so small under those eyes, all multi-faceted rubies that cut to her soul, and she was forced to look away. She felt totally drained after her outburst, with nothing but an empty ache in the pit of her stomach that she suspected could never be filled.
"...Is that what you wished to tell me?"
He stiffened in a wary surprise at her laughter, feeling lost and unsure. The laugh sounded wrong, wrong wrong wrong and something so twisted and tainted did not belong coming from her.
"I'm sorry, Vince."
Her words left him baffled and offbalance, but before he had any chance to make a protest she continued on, her head still bowed, speaking to Da Chao rather than him.
"I am so, so, sorry, because I've fallen in love with you, and I know, I know you don't want it but there ya go, my love's all yours now."
She was so wrong. She was so, so, terribly wrong because he wanted it, craved it but he shouldn't and yet she thrust it upon him and he found himself greedily seizing it, lapping it up like an addict beyond any hope of recovery. He was so weak, lacking any self-control but if it was so wrong why was there this warmth spreading from his belly, leaving him weak and so confused because he wasn't supposed to (wasn't allowed to) feel this feeling anymore –
She was suddenly sitting up, staring at him as she propped herself up against the sandy rock, her silver eyes dull and tarnished in the moonlight.
Fix her, fix her, fix –
But he didn't know how, and she was already filling in his silence, as had been their tradition for so many years now.
"Trust me, Vinnie, I never wanted this," she started, and that hurt him, somehow. "I was supposed to fall in love with some blonde, tanned, badass hunk from Costa who always has some cocky smile on his face, kinda like..." she trailed off, looking for a suitable simile, and he watched with fascination the trail of tears slowly sliding down her face, running over the fresh scrapes from her fall. "Like if Cloud and Reno had a kid together. And his eyes were supposed to be green, brown, and blue all at the same time because he would just be that awesome and we would have steamy, passionate sex on the beach and make lots of little Yuffie spawns that would all grow up to be the best ninjas in the entire universe and would all say 'grossness' but with a Costa accent. But here I am, Vince."
She gestured broadly, her words hard and almost accusatory. "I'm on a mountain, not a beach, and I've gone and fallen in love with some vampire, who is most definitely not tanned and is not blonde and not badass even though he looks like he is but he's really the most polite gentleman I've ever met, and he has a whole city of skeletons partying in his closet so he doesn't do cocky grins, he just looks sad and emo all the time." He blinked at her, the words spilling from her with a quick, defiant edge and his head was spinning and he wished he could be that man she described. "And his eyes are not green and brown and blue but instead they're the most...they're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen and I'm sorry."
The last word came out as a sob, and she fell silent at last. He couldn't stop staring at her – her eyes were red, the scrapes on her cheek a stark contrast to the smoothness of her skin, she was covered in dirt and his cloak was engulfing her petite form and she looked so beautiful -
The words came automatically from his mouth, a force of habit, and he thanked whatever higher power was listening that he had regained his voice at last.
"Is that what you wished to tell me?"
She glanced up at him for a moment, and he could see the smallest flicker of dark amusement in her eyes.
"Yeah, Vince. You can take off now." She sounded so tired, so unlike the usual bouncing ball of energy he was used to. And those tired words carried freedom – freedom from his promise to stay until she had told him, for she had told him now and he could leave, was no longer under any obligation.
He didn't care in the least, and he had no intention of leaving without her. Instead he mused upon what he should say, or do, or scream in order to put his emotions into something she could understand.
He opened his mouth, and nothing came out.
One of the tormenting voices in his head pointed out that maybe he couldn't express his feelings because he was undeserving of them. He closed his eyes, closing his mouth with a snap and grinding his teeth together, concentrating on shutting all the negative whispers out. He opened his eyes again to see her staring blankly at the ground.
Just be honest.
"...I don't know what to say."
She blinked before looking at him again, as if she had forgotten he was there. She gave a tiny smile that held no amusement but only an understanding resignation.
"Don't hurt yourself trying to think of some way to spare my feelings, Vince. I'll get over it."
Lie. He knew it, and she knew it. He felt an abrupt urge to apologize for everything (and anything and nothing at all).
"...I'm sorry."
She sighed quietly. He wondered if she would chastise him for apologizing again – hoped she would, because then she might regain some of her liveliness – but she just looked calmly at him.
"For what?"
He blinked. Good question.
He was sorry she'd gone and fallen in love with him, because she was better than that and he didn't deserve it.
He was sorry he'd ever left her in that Shadowfox because she didn't deserve the pain and then maybe they wouldn't be here on this mountain surrounded by physical and emotional cliffs.
He was sorry –
"For not being blonde."
Her eyes widened, and a smile flickered across her face as she gave a small chuckle. He mentally kicked himself.
"Blonde wouldn't suit you, Vinnie. You're too smart to be a blonde."
He gave a slight frown, unsure as to whether he should be insulted or flattered. He quickly dismissed the thought, keeping his desperately terrified mind on task.
"Yuffie, I..."
He trailed off, feeling enormously frustrated with himself and his inability to just say it.
What am I so afraid of?
Hurting her. Tainting her. Having her depend on him.
Having her leave him.
He swallowed, the very thought making him sick. Old feelings of a heart-wrenching betrayal welled up inside him, making his stomach feel full of lead.
As long as she was happy, I was happy.
He wanted to laugh. What a lie that was. What little humanity he'd had left as a Turk had withered away when she went to Hojo.
And all that remained was a monster and a murderer.
"I'm a monster."
The words sounded odd in his ears, as if it were not his own voice, too full of fear and emotions he couldn't label.
"Bullshit, Vincent." Yuffie's response carried no bite to it, as if they were simply debating the possibility of rain.
"It's not," he retorted, frustration at her and him and everything welling up in him.
"You suggesting I fell in love with a monster, Vinnie? 'Cause usually when I see a monster I have an urge to stab it, not hug it."
He scowled, resisting the urge to slam his gauntleted hand into the rock.
"You do not understand – "
"What? What is it I don't understand, Vincent? You never told me when I asked you the last time, so why don't you tell me now?"
Before he even realized what he was doing he had grabbed the cloak draped around her and pulled on it sharply, until their faces were mere inches apart.
"I killed people for a living," he hissed, shaking as he glared at her. "I shot them, I stabbed them, I beat them to death with my bare hands, all so a corrupt company could make more money. How could a human being do that? How could a human being kill the woman they love?" How could they leave the woman they love for their enemies? "Explain to me how something that does that can ever be anything other than a monster."
She stared at him, seemingly completely unfazed by his sins.
"Congratulations, you were good at your job. Want a medal? You think my hands are clean? I stole from hundreds of people, Vincent, and I took everything they had - "
"That's not the same th – " he started to interrupt, but she ignored him, simply increasing the volume of her voice to speak over him.
"I ran into this these two young brothers, obviously poor. I overheard them talking, discussing how much they could get for some low level All materia at the materia shop in a nearby town, because they needed the gil to buy a potion for their sick mother or sister or something. I can't remember who exactly because at the time I didn't give a shit what they needed the cash for, I just saw an easy target. And I did it again and again and again for seven years, Vincent."
She stared at him, her eyes flinty and hard, all jagged metal that was too worn for the youth of her face. She leaned even closer to him, and he was suddenly hyperaware of their proximity, and just how hard it was to breathe normally.
"And despite everything you've done, you still loved her. Monsters don't love, Vinnie, only people and Carebears and wombats do, and I don't think you're a Carebear or wombat or a lovechild of the two so that obviously makes you a person whether you like it or not and I don't even care if you agree with me because I think you're a person and I'm a princess so whatever I say goes so nyah," she finished, sticking out her tongue at him.
He stared at her. Drank in the sight of her, defiant and flushed and angry despite her light-hearted tone, and he wondered, just slightly, if maybe she could be right.
Despite everything I've done, I still love you.
And he knew then, right at that moment, that if he managed to fix her (or if he didn't, but he would die trying) he would never be able to leave her again. He would hold her close, guard her jealously, she would be his and no one else's because he was selfish and he was greedy and he was monstrous and he was in love with her and that overrode all rational reasoning.
She pulled away abruptly, a sudden guardedness coming over her, but he could see the awkwardness in her shoulders, the insecurity in the way she fidgeted.
His eyes narrowed, forgetting any thoughts about himself as he watched her.
"You are beautiful."
"Is that what you wished to tell me?"
She almost smiled, but couldn't summon the energy to do so.
Always the gentleman, keeping his promises.
"Yeah, Vince. You can take off now." She slumped against the rough sandstone, tired of running and deciding to just wait for him to leave.
She felt herself losing her balance, begin to tilt towards the edge of that cliff, to fall towards the rocks below.
"...I don't know what to say."
She blinked, looking up to see that he was still there, kneeling before her. His voice pulled her back onto solid ground, but the reassurance only lasted a moment as her brain caught up with her once more.
"Don't hurt yourself trying to think of some way to spare my feelings, Vince. I'll get over it."
She was such a liar. She had so much practice at it that sometimes she almost believed her own lies, but not that one. That one left an unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth.
"I'm sorry."
She sighed, looking at him with resignation and a faint sense of curiosity.
Will you ever stop apologizing?
"For what?"
He looked rather taken-aback at the question, then paused to consider it. At any other time, she would have grinned in satisfaction that he didn't even know what he was apologizing for.
Now, grinning just seemed like a pointless exercise that gave the world a better shot at hitting her in the face with another emotional brick.
"...For not being blonde."
She stared at him in surprise, and despite herself she found a smile flutter across her face before quickly being smothered by the reality of the situation once more.
"Blonde wouldn't suit you, Vinnie. You're too smart to be a blonde."
He looked at her, an unmistakeable desperation in his eyes.
"Yuffie, I..."
She waited for him to finish, wanting him to just reject her so they could get off this stupid goddamn mountain.
"I'm a monster."
And there he goes again.
"Bullshit, Vincent." The response came easily, automatically, and she wondered why he would not just believe her.
"It's not-"
As soon as he began to argue she felt some of her apathy fade away to be replaced by smouldering anger.
"You suggesting I fell in love with a monster, Vinnie? 'Cause usually when I see a monster I have an urge to stab it, not hug it." Urge to fix it love it have it forever –
"You do not understand – " he began, but she was fed up with it, fed up with all his not understanding bullshit and she was going to fix this in him, once and for all.
"What? What is it I don't understand, Vincent? You never told me when I asked you the last time, so why don't you tell me now?"
Her head jerked sharply as he grabbed his own cloak, still wrapped around her and tugged her forward. She met his gaze evenly, ignoring the pain in her neck (for it was nothing compared to other pains she'd known).
"I killed people for a living," he hissed at her. "I shot them, I stabbed them, I beat them to death with my bare hands, all so a corrupt company could make more money. How could a human being do that? How could a human being kill the woman they love?" Lucrecia. Stupid, bloody, beautiful Lucrecia and stupid, naive Vincent – "Explain to me how something that does that can ever be anything other than a monster."
She stared at him for a moment, making sure he was finished before she responded.
"Congratulations, you were good at your job. Want a medal?" The words flowed out of her, sharp and angry. "You think my hands are clean? I stole from hundreds of people, Vincent, and I took everything they had - "
"That's not the same th – "
"I ran into this these two young brothers, obviously poor. I overheard them talking, discussing how much they could get for some low level All materia at the materia shop in a nearby town, because they needed the gil to buy a potion for their sick mother or sister or something." She waited, high in the tree, looking down on the ragged pair of young men, dressed in rags and dirty, but with a glinting orb in one of their hands. "I can't remember who exactly because at the time I didn't give a shit what they needed the cash for, I just saw an easy target. And I did it again and again and again for seven years, Vincent."
A little girl, crying as she sprinted away. An old lady, calling desperately for help that she silenced with a well-placed fist. A newlywed couple, their savings gone in moments.
She roughly shoved the memories away. This wasn't about her right now, it was about the stupid, stubborn man she was so in love with and who she'd show him he was human if it killed her.
"And despite everything you've done, you still loved her. Monsters don't love, Vinnie, only people and Carebears and wombats do, and I don't think you're a Carebear or wombat or a lovechild of the two so that obviously makes you a person whether you like it or not and I don't even care if you agree with me because I think you're a person and I'm a princess so whatever I say goes so nyah," she finished, sticking out her tongue at him.
He stared at her, his gaze unfathomable, and she suddenly realized how close she was and she drew back sharply, feeling awkward and ungainly.
"You are beautiful."
She snorted. "Don't go starting that again."
"I am very serious, Yuffie," Vincent murmured quietly.
"So am I," she retorted, bristling at his insistence.
She wanted to believe him, she really did. But that stupid little voice wouldn't shut up and she couldn't ignore it and she just wanted to run away from all her petty little problems.
She started to stand, pushing herself up along the rock face. "Whatever, Vince. Look I should go – "
"No leaving until I show you."
She stared at him, and the emotions in his eyes were frightening and comforting and making her head spin.
She forgot all about running.
"Show me what?" Her heart was pounding once more, a rapid thump thump like a frightened rabbit in her chest.
"I will show you you're beautiful."
Kiss me hold me touch me love me -
Gawd, the hope was painful. She looked away from him, swallowing, suddenly reminded that she was just a silly teenager with no experience whatsoever in these matters, all thumbs and left feet.
"I, uh, appreciate the effort, Vinnie, but..." but she had no idea what the fuck she was saying or doing or thinking or feeling and why was she fighting this fighting hope –
Because it hurts when you fall, and maybe she'd get hurt so bad she wouldn't be able to pick herself up again.
"But what?"
His voice was silk, all smooth confidence of a man in control, and he took a step towards her.
She took a step back, attempting to regain some feeling of balance, but she was stuck between a rock and everything she'd ever wanted and she was scared.
"Vincent – "
He took another step towards her. She stared at his chest, terrified of looking up at those beautiful eyes.
"What are you doing, Vince," she whispered, her voice weak, barely audible.
"Showing you."
And his finger was tracing her jawline, leaving a trail of fire where it went and had breathing always been this difficult?
He was leaning forward, all raven hair and ruby eyes and she closed her eyes, feeling dizzy and –
His lips were on hers, and the world shrunk and all the cliffs around her disappeared and it was awkward because she didn't know what the hell she was doing and it was perfect and this has to be a dream.
It lasted only a moment, gentle and almost chaste but it left her lips tingling and her body shrieking for more and she was terrified that she would open her eyes and it would all be a lie created by her desperate mind and she would be back in that cell, curled up in the corner.
So she kept her eyes closed.
"Monsters don't kiss like that."
"You're beautiful."
She snorted. "Don't go starting that again."
"I am very serious, Yuffie."
"So am I."
In her eyes he could see the aching wish that she could believe him, and the cynical, self-loathing embarrassment that wouldn't allow her to do so.
"Whatever, Vince. Look, I should go – " she started, beginning to lever herself onto her feet but he interrupted quickly.
"No leaving until I show you."
He felt light, almost delirious because he knew what he could do, knew how he could fix her, and his demons were screaming and he paid them no heed whatsoever.
Yuffie stared at him, her body suspended awkwardly in some place between sitting and standing.
"Show me what?"
"I will show you you're beautiful."
She swallowed nervously, looking away.
"I, uh, appreciate the effort, Vinnie, but..." she trailed off, focusing on some particularly fascinating speck of dirt in the path.
"But what?" he murmured, and with the same surety with which he had murdered dozens of people as a Turk he stepped towards her, finally ready to claim what was his. She immediately attempted to step back, but only succeeded in flattening herself against the stone.
"Vincent – "
He took another step forward, until only inches separated them, his eyes never leaving hers, though hers were focused on his chest and blinking rapidly.
"What are you doing, Vince," she breathed.
"Showing you." He slowly his left hand up, allowing his gloved fingers to trace her jawline with a feathery touch, and then –
It was bliss, terrible and consuming and it took all his self-control not to shove her against the rock and taste every inch of her right then and there. And she was kissing back, all elderly youth and he hardly even knew what he was doing because it had been so long –
He pulled way, a successful treasure hunter who had captured his prize and he was suddenly hit with the fear of losing it. Afraid he'd wake up and stare into the musky blackness of his coffin –
"Monsters don't kiss like that."
He smelled sakura blossoms.
He opened his eyes.
And she was still there, solid and real and undeniably Yuffie.
Her eyes were still closed.
He leaned forwards again, placing his lips by her ear, inhaling her scent –
"Do you believe me now?" he whispered.
Her eyes were still tightly shut, afraid to be opened, to reveal the sick lie she'd desperately created.
But she could sense him, feel the heat off of him in front of her, and hear the slight creak of leather –
"Do you believe me now?"
Her chest constricted as his breath caressed the side of her face, and she bit down on her lip.
"I want to," she choked out.
"Then open your eyes."
She stiffened at his voice.
"I want to," she replied, her voice weak and he could hear the desperation and longing in it.
"Then open your eyes."
After a moment's hesitation, she did.
The blackness lifted.
And he was there.
The voice was not silent.
The demons were not contained.
But they were only echoes, and doomed to fade away with the night.
A/N: city of skeletons partying in your closet is a tribute to A Fine Line, by Pen Against Sword, while only persons and carebears and wombats was inspired by Sunshine in Winter by Guardian1. If you haven't read either of them, go read them now (or right after reviewing, maybe?).
It was very fun writing this, though in a very angsty, hair-tugging, nitpicky way. I spent almost an entire week just debating whether I wanted this to have a happy ending or not, and finally settled on yes, though I didn't it to be "yay we are suddenly awesome and life's grand" because when you have the kinda issues Yuffs and Vinnie had in this fic happiness does not magically appear overnight. At the same time I didn't want to drag out all the possible issues (there was so much more angst I could have pumped into this, but I didn't want it to explode and shower people with incurable emoness). Hence the last three lines.
A ginormongous thank you to all the reviewers. Plushies for all. Two if you click that purply button down there and leave one last review for me, whether it's good or bad or just totally random.
What you can expect next is more Dreams of Grey (how many times have I said that now and then gone and updated something else?) and the sequel (finally) to A Need For Spoons. I want to take a break from the absolute angst for a while and get back into general and humour. Also working on some (gasp) Reefie oneshots.
Cheers, hope you enjoyed it.