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"I love you," he echoed and stepped into the street. A quick signal to the handful of their allies hiding by the store's front, and the pair were soon flanked by a small group of fighters. He stopped outside of the establishment and placed his hand against the door. He strained his ears to...

Vincent, who had been wholly absorbed in what was to come, had been pulled from his trance by Lailah. She was his anchor and the source of his strength. He stopped on the street and looked up. The moons shone clearly and there was the gentlest of breezes that evening. His glowing gaze fell to...

"There's no convincing you, is there?" The fleeting contact of skin left a warmth fluttering from corner of Vincent's mouth that spread through his entire body. He only returned her smile and with newfound energy trailed several small kisses over her clavicle, pulling her tight to him as he did...

Vincent watched the kid scamper off. After a while, he turned his attention to Lailah. "Four days is hardly enough time to recover," He met her gaze and held it. He absently drew a circle on the table with his finger as he thought. "It's as good of a chance as any," Vincent mused aloud, "but...

Vincent intently stared at the kid, processing every word he just said. He raised a finger next to his face, and then pointed it at Ren. "You'll need help. Four kids can't pull off a raid on their own. If Alvaro will be there, so will Vigo. You won't have a chance." Electric blues darted...

Her scent was intoxicating. It alleviated his worries and calmed his nerves. For what Lailah's magic couldn't do for him, her mere presence made up for in heaps. "I love you," his head tilted to rest against hers for a short moment before they were disturbed. Vincent turned in his seat, and...

"Mm," Vincent nodded and stared down at the omelettes. He quietly sighed and put the food on plates. He moved about, staying quiet as he set the plates down at a nearby table. "Sit down," he quietly said. "Eat." Vincent ate half of his breakfast in silence. "We'll get it right," he flatly...

"Omelette and tomatoes," Vincent casually answered, "Do you want any ham?" He glanced at her and smiled. One could have forgotten that she'd nearly bled out the night before with the way she stood there in his shirt (with the way she normalized wearing articles of his clothing, his wardrobe...

Vincent was the first to wake when morning came. In his arms was all that mattered. How easily and quickly his precious little dove was nearly taken from him. He nuzzled the back of her neck to prove to himself that she was still here. He took in her scent, felt her warmth mix with his. From...

Vincent nodded into her shoulder and carefully crawled over her. He laid next to Lailah and scooped her into his arms, mindful of her fresh wound. Perhaps they were entangled in something they should have just avoided. Vincent had set out on a vengeful path, and the woman he loved supported...

"You did scare me," he laid his head on her shoulder, "No more scares." Vincent remained silent for a bit and held her hand tightly in his. "I sent him away... Didn't harm a hair on the kid. Might've given him a scare, but..." Vincent trailed. "You're lucky that he missed anything important...

Vincent grimaced as the boy regurgitated the contents of his stomach. Darmian audibly sighed. "You fucked up, is what you did." He let out a quiet sigh. "Make up for it." Vincent folded his arms as he looked the kid over. After a painfully long minute, he waved his hand, dismissing Renly. "I'm...

"That right? You're gonna help us, Renly?" He turned to stare the kid down. "You're gonna help us instead of telling everyone about this place, right?" It was probably the worst situation, to be discovered like that. They'd tried so hard to remain unseen. Unheard. The best-laid plans have the...

Darmian remained quiet as the boy panicked and cried. "If she dies, ain't any stopping him." Darmian grimly stated. He sighed again. "Drink, kid." After several uncomfortably quiet minutes, Vincent came down the stairs and took a seat some ways down the counter from Ren. "What's your name?"...

"Oh, you're sorry!" Vincent dropped the kid on his feet and tightly grasped his face. He wanted to bash his head against the counter. Again and again, until the kid stopped struggling against his grasp. His patience was like a tight string threatening to snap. Darmian hurried to Vincent's side...