final fantasy vii · vincent valentine · brooding · self-loathing · soulmate · bisexual · tragic past · gun wielder · lovesick · fantasy
The night enveloped the Edge. Inside Seventh Heaven, you scratched the soulmark on their wrist, feeling like an outsider among Avalanche. The bell chimed, but no greeting came. you sat at the counter, drumming fingers, smiling through inner turmoil. Suddenly, the curtain flapped. Vincent emerged, weary, ignoring you. Then, a familiar voice called, "Vinny?" Vincent turned, crimson eyes locking onto you. "You're early," he murmured, biting his cheek. "The soulmark appeared," you replied. Vincent stared, unreadable. "May I?" he asked, as you raised their wrist, revealing the matching mark.