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rapacityinblue) wrote2012-01-01 05:02 pm
rapacityinblue) wrote2012-01-01 05:02 pm
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Title: Damn the Consequences
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Spoilers: Brief mentions of baddies
Rating: PG-13/R for violence
Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Reeve Tuesti
Summary: Vincent is prepared to make every sacrifice to see Reeve through the hard spots
Word Count: 204
Notes: Written for 30_wounds. Prompt #6: Die for You
Neither of them has ever really considered what it means. Bodyguard. After all, at the time Reeve hired Vincent because he was the best person for the job. He still is, despite the physical stuff. And the emotional stuff, even though that had come later. Besides – AVALANCHE was gone, Deepground was gone, Tsviet was gone. People just didn't shoot at the leader of the WRO anymore when he walked down the streets.
Except Vincent counts three – four – bodies on the ground, and too many others helping each other up, clutching their arms or sides and screaming. People are screaming, and the ones who aren't screaming are shouting, and there's sobbing.
Reeve is up now, hanging heavy off Vincent's arm. They were supposed to keep this thing between them out of their public personas, yet... If Reeve is pressed too closely to Vincent's side, his hands white-knuckled on Vincent's elbow, today it can be forgiven. He's snapping out commands even if his voice is shaking. He's taking back the situation, and that's what matters.
So Vincent lets him lean, and grimaces, and keeps Reeve angled away from his body and pulls the cloak tighter around his torso, trusting in scarlet fabric to hide the stain as it spreads over his side. Because Reeve can not break down now.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Spoilers: Brief mentions of baddies
Rating: PG-13/R for violence
Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Reeve Tuesti
Summary: Vincent is prepared to make every sacrifice to see Reeve through the hard spots
Word Count: 204
Notes: Written for 30_wounds. Prompt #6: Die for You
Neither of them has ever really considered what it means. Bodyguard. After all, at the time Reeve hired Vincent because he was the best person for the job. He still is, despite the physical stuff. And the emotional stuff, even though that had come later. Besides – AVALANCHE was gone, Deepground was gone, Tsviet was gone. People just didn't shoot at the leader of the WRO anymore when he walked down the streets.
Except Vincent counts three – four – bodies on the ground, and too many others helping each other up, clutching their arms or sides and screaming. People are screaming, and the ones who aren't screaming are shouting, and there's sobbing.
Reeve is up now, hanging heavy off Vincent's arm. They were supposed to keep this thing between them out of their public personas, yet... If Reeve is pressed too closely to Vincent's side, his hands white-knuckled on Vincent's elbow, today it can be forgiven. He's snapping out commands even if his voice is shaking. He's taking back the situation, and that's what matters.
So Vincent lets him lean, and grimaces, and keeps Reeve angled away from his body and pulls the cloak tighter around his torso, trusting in scarlet fabric to hide the stain as it spreads over his side. Because Reeve can not break down now.