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28 September 2008 @ 05:00 am
 
I spoke briefly, with Iever.

( He made me a lemon cheesecake. It was very good. )

I don't know why I told him all that. But I did.

It doesn't feel any different, having said it aloud. Any more or less true.

But now he knows about me. Essentially everything. Even the things I haven't told Cid, and likely never will. And the rest, I think, unfortunately... he can glean for himself.



Collen and Caleb are growing so quickly. We might need to talk about that... maybe apprenticing them elsewhere for a while.

I hate it. I don't want to let them go. But they're 11 now. Young men, soon. And while we will always be their family, we can't be their whole world. I see it in Cid, too. The realisation, and resignation, sometimes. There are times these days where he and I will be together, in the silence, and it's... the sensation is difficult to describe. As if we've become so old and still, that we've become the same thing.

I don't know where my mind is, these days.
 
 
 
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on September 28th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
Vincent opens dazed eyes, flicking back and forth between Cid's, and slowly quirks up a tiny grin.
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on September 28th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
Cid smiles back, wide and carefree. He leans in like he means to kiss Vincent again and not stop for a long time, but there's footsteps pounding on the landing, and the voices of two exciteable boys. Cid pulls back, sighing. He ruffles Vincent's hair. "Remember our agreement," he says, pointing a finger at Vincent, and gets up incase he needs to help Shera with any bags.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on September 28th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
Vincent watches him go, his mind still feeling a little short-circuited by the kiss.

He hadn't expected the kiss, but kisses were nice, too.

... not as nice, though, as seeing Cid smile at him like that.