vincent. (what if i told u lrb was my anya)

𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞. #GBFRP. | #GRANBLUEFANTASYRP. #GRANBLUERP. | #MVRP. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

vincent. if im ever not around granblue fantasy is defo the answer. IM ALWAYS ACTIVE ON DISCORD but guild war has me in a headlock like 24/7 cause I'm recruiting eternals so if u ever urgently need me just lmk and I'll give u my disco 💖

    ✧. 𝕳𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝕳𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 : 𝕮𝐀𝐓`𝐒 𝕰𝐘𝐄 .    

vincent. sorry I've been mia JVFKSGFE had to do my part in granblue for guild wars 😔 AM BACK NOW THO and shall try to catch up!!

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ external temperature. . . thirty degrees fahrenheit. 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

vincent. xenos how does it feel to know you bet on losing dogs

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ today's log analysis: complete. time for a refuel. . . ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

MIDAS✧ " i'm essentially the biproduct of multiple unstable and dead reploids "

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( like this, he's able to settle into a warm calm — a feeling he never imagined would be possible around Solis. much less that Solis would be the source of the calm. alas. . . fate works in strange ways. his hand loosens, but does not let go. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. youre GAY

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( he should be. cracking Xenos' exterior is night impossible — and for Solis of all reploids to do it was a statement in and of itself. perhaps there was some, just 𝘰𝘯𝘦, sliver of hope for them. Xenos gives his hand a squeeze ; a returned, lighthearted jest. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ · · · ᴾᶠᶠᵗ — ( oh .ᐣ ) 𝘈𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 .ᐟ What are you saying .ᐣ ( that does not happen often. Xenos bursts of laughter .ᐣ you've bore witness to a miracle. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ A shame. ( own expression faltering and dropping. though, rather than for the need to uphold an image, this is out of. . . disappointment, perhaps. ) I was fond of it. Which I cannot say for typical ` silliness ` . ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ Can you not, now .ᐣ ( mmmm his turn to smirk. maybe. slightly. a little bit. jussst a little. ) Interesting, considering I'm bearing witness to a fair amount of ` silly ` from where I'm sitting. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( y. well. A LITTLE .ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ MAYBE .ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ ) Mm. ( though. . . he doesn't think he's seen him this way before. it's a bit. . . juvenile, in a way. playful. the edge he normally has isn't there. all other things aside, it's. . . almost refreshing. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( He Is! Thank You! It's Great! He Will Not Be Experiencing Terrors Tonight! ) I believe ` a bit ` might be understating it. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( good actual god they really just wanted nightmare fuel so badly. why are you kin with sharks. ) . . . Feeling smug, are you. 💧 ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ I. . . Suppose your case is sound. ( unlike his mind. they definitely are both aware. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. xenos: "i just work here"

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ . . . Are you telling me this of your own free admittance .ᐣ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ Hmm. . . I believe as for me, my creators went in with the motto of, ` there can never be too many projectors. `

vincent. xenos do you have any remote idea how gay that shit is

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ The extent of design optimization has come so far. . . Simple only when you put it the latter way. Intriguing when the notes as well aesthetic come together. . . ( smoothing his thumb across his palm in consistent back and forth swipes. . . )

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( pleasure doing business with you. will now be taking his hand back. and flipping it palm - side up to look at that side, too. ) Yes, please do. I can only take design notes with my eye, but a deeper understanding is what I will always fancy. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ And you took it while I was sating that curiosity. ( not even going to deny it. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. i have to inform u BOTH that u are HIGHLY stupid

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ Ah — ( Why Have You Stolen The Hand. ) . . . Ahem. I was looking at that. ( Give It Back. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( ` 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺. ` it comes a bit too fast. like. . . he had always been waiting for someone to extend a similar offer. an offer that may have never come until right now, when it leaves the lips of Xenos. — he shelves the thought. no, it was not beyond the realm of possibility, ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ There is a clear difference between searching for a guide and 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 my hand. ( amusement seeping into his voice. Help. ) For your own sake, I will be clear ; I am not judging you. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. are u AWARE ur gay? do u KNOW?

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ If we're speaking technically. . . I believe you were touching mine first. ( a snort — a failed attempt at stifling another chuckle. ) No harm done. And since it's already happening, I'll acclimate myself to them. ( translation ; Free analysis .ᐣ Why, you shouldn't have. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. OH UR GAY. I SEE U. UR GAY

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ( . . . what's this .ᐣ did he truly not realize what he was up to .ᐣ that's. . . . . . for a moment, that hand pulls away — if only just to stifle the quietest of chuckles behind one of his knuckles. it returns quickly enough after the small bout passes, resuming the absent - minded motion. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( there was a blatant denial hanging in the air between them, replacing prior tensions with a looming sense of doom. not for a death within this room. but a death certain to happen in the future. perhaps for one. perhaps for many. but Xenos could see it coming for miles. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( . . . it's different when it doesn't feel like the angry flames of hot hell consuming all that you are. it almost felt. . . soothing. the constant back and forth. the warmth, more akin to that of a candle's flame. was he free to exercise his younger self's curiosity .ᐣ was it acceptable .ᐣ ‍

vincent. OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW YOU MOTHERFUCKER

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( if there is one thing Xenos knows for certain about his role, it is that it's as much of a gift as it is a curse. knowledge is not just enrichment. it is damnation. it robs one of their peace of mind just as it brings tranquility. this is no different a case. ) ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( . . . trust. something that, thinking back on it, there was always a fundamental lack of. 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. but now, there is so much of it. there is a swelling abundance, so much that Xenos had once thought Solis not to be capable of. desperation creates monsters, he reasons. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. HI IM CRYING

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( back then, he feigned a delicate touch just like this one. — of course, now, he can't actually feel the way his fingers graze the edges of his synthetic skin, much less the protective plate. the only proof that he's touching it is the sound ; the gliding of a hand against metal, ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( the instantaneous thought is that he should not let him. that very same hand destroyed his facial structure, and could once more. he had lost an eye to those hands. why should he allow them to touch him again, much less where they had stripped him of framework .ᐣ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. oh my god

vincent. xenos: "i mean if im gonna be HONEST i wanted u to owe me. now i realize everything is pointless and thats a lot of energy to be expending so i mean i WILL hold u to that but also im over it"

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ( his thanks comes more softly than expected. more. . . 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭. and that's when Xenos realizes what it really 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. this expression of gratitude is synonymous with an 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺. an 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 that Solis has likely never given, and therefore cannot aptly articulate. all signs point to it. ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

vincent. WHAT IF I CRIED

vincent. thats DELICIOUS

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︵ ㅤㅤ➣ㅤㅤ𝐃 𝐖 𝐍 — ∞⃝   ㅤ :ㅤㅤ𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︶ ㅤ