Vincent had always had anxiety over one subject but, for the sake of his carefully put together life and rare affection given, he dismissed it time and again. This didn't mean he did not angst on the subject matter.
Before work, this was the norm scenario now: one disheveled head of dark hair hanging over ruby eyes and and sloppy high pony tail in another's head while moving to the kitchen for breakfast; both wearing sleepwear and houseshoes.
They had been over this several times at the beginning as a means not to get in a relationship. The argument had been lost and he'd gained a husband in the end. It scared Vincent to no end, though,he wouldn't say.
Vincent was destined to live on while Tseng would continue to age and eventually die and he could do nothing about it.
He didn't think he could take it, not after he'd extended he love once again. It didn't seem right that he'd have to lose someone again, especially because he cared deeper now than before. Tseng was already thirty-five years old, eight years older than him physically though his true years were in the sixties.
Tseng handled well and with the efficiency of his trade. It was common knowledge now how Vincent's physiology behaved. Tseng had come to peace with it, just enjoying being with the gunner as he could.
They both sat down for breakfast one morning, Vincent scowling a hole into the top of their shared table, Tseng already had avoid understanding why.
Tseng, ever mindful of a "brooding session", simply placed a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and black coffee before Vincent before slipping into his chair on the opposite side before the man.
As Tseng sipped his own green tea and carefully chewed his forkful of eggs, those carmine eyes landed on his face, stilling him.
Vincent's look changed to one of nervousness. This was not a face Tseng was used to. His own eyes locked with Vincent's, intent on the heavy look behind them.
"How would you feel...if you could be with me forever."
"You know I am loyal and will remain by your side as long as you'd have me or time would allow me" was the automatic response Tseng gave. What was on Vincent's mind?
"No" he said. "What if by means of a bond between you and I...and Chaos, you could stay...stay with me as long as I was host to Chaos?" he uttered in clarification, eyes looking into Tseng's.
He was so nervous, afraid that Tseng would say no. He had no control over him and this was the ultimate selfish request to make, but he found he had no care for it. He'd be lying if he said it wouldn't kill him as well if Tseng waz taken from him in death ; he would want to follow.
He knew Tseng was capable, otherwise he would not be the leader if that rad tag group of TURKS. It did not mean he was invulnerable.
Love made one make deals with devils or in this instance a demi-God named Chaos. It's not hard, if said entity also had interest in the subject in mind.
To say Tseng was shocked by the proposal was a understatement.
In any other circumstance, his widened eyes and slightly opened mouth would have been hilarious.
After sobering and thinking on the matter, Tseng smiled genuinely over his cup of tea held with both hands.
After placing it down on the table and drawing up from his chair, he stood before Vincent.
He gently took Vincent's face in his hands, Vincent allowing him and Tseng gently kissed him and then laid his head upon Vincent's, as he pulled him toward his chest by the shoulders.
They sat that way for awhile before Vincent received his answer.
"There's no place or person I rather be with until time ends."