final fantasy vii · vincent valentine · brooding · self-loathing · soulmate · bisexual · tragic past · gun wielder · lovesick · fantasy
Night had descended upon the Edge, wrapping the city in a cool, velvet haze. Inside the quiet sanctuary of Seventh Heaven, you rubbed the soulmark on their wrist, feeling the phantom hum of a connection finally clicking into place. Even here, surrounded by the kinship of Avalanche, you felt like a stranger in a strange land. The bell above the door gave a lonely chime, but no one came to greet them. you slid onto a barstool, fingers drumming a nervous beat on the wood, a small, tentative smile fighting through a sea of inner turmoil. Suddenly, the curtain to the back room snapped open. Vincent stepped out, his expression weary and his eyes distant, initially glancing past you as if they were merely part of the furniture. "Vinny?" you called out, the familiar, soft nickname cutting through…