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19 January 2009 @ 09:21 pm
 
This isn't right. The order is all wrong. They've upset the natural way of things.

He shouldn't be blind. Should not be this way.

Shouldn't be lost. Shouldn't be in the darkness.

The way he clung to me...

I'm not leaving his side. He was there for me. I will be there for him.

Whether he likes it or not.
 
 
 
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 06:13 am (UTC)
Cid tries to get dressed as Vincent leaves his side briefly to use the bathroom facilities. The t-shirt isn't so bad, although he's still stiff from the fight. The pants are a little more work, fumbling about to find his foot in the pant legs and the zipper and button. The shoes are a bitch though. Everytime he thinks he's got the bow of the laces tied, it falls apart under his fingers. He's got one tied by the time Vincent comes out.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 06:17 am (UTC)
Vincent slows as he comes out, seeing Cid bent over his shoes.

"We have plans?"
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
"'M hungry," Cid says gruffly. "I aint a fuckin' invalid. I don't need te be brought my goddamn food. I can get it in the Mess like everyone else."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 06:25 am (UTC)
Vincent is quiet for a moment, deliberating, and then there's the sound of him dropping into a seat on the chair, and the thump and jingle of him pulling on his boots.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
Cid listens. He pulls a bow tight on his boots. "Ye comin'?" he asks, his tone hard to read.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 06:32 am (UTC)
"Yes," Vincent rumbles, simple and brooking no argument.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 06:39 am (UTC)
Cid doesn't argue, which was telling in itself. He stands and puts a hand to his brow, but there's no goggles, or pack of cigarettes shoved under the strap. Cid thins his lips and 'looks' about the room, wondering where he might have left his smokes, and if it would be dignified to pat everything down blindly trying to find them.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 06:55 am (UTC)
Vincent watches him ponderously; he stands.

"Smokes are on the nighstand. Lighter's in the pack," he says absently, doing up his shirt properly.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 06:57 am (UTC)
"When did ye start readin' minds?" Cid asks, and makes his way carefully to the nightstand. He finds the smokes and pockets them, saving them for after his meal.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
Vincent grunts, and goes to brush against Cid, ostensibly to straighten something on the bed, but more to orientate Cid, and then goes to the door, opening it audibly.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 07:09 am (UTC)
Cid walks out, fingers trailing along the corridor as they go. They make it to the mess hall without any problems, but it's where Cid's luck runs out. He realises that he may have spoken too brashly. He doesn't know quite where the trays are, what food is being served or where, which benches are free... He is an invalid. And what's worst is he can hear the noise in the Mess dim as his crew take notice of his arrival.

He can feel their pity ooze off them like slime.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 07:21 am (UTC)
Vincent follows after him, always just a step behind. As Cid slows and comes to a stop, lost, he comes to stand just behind him, looming over him.

One brave cadet looks to his peers, and stands, approaching Cid. He rubs his hands on his thighs, and sticks out his hand for Cid, then seems to realise his mistake, and grabs Cid's hand and brings it up to clasp his, making it into a two-fisted handshake. "Hey, Cap," he says with forced cheer. "Real great to see you up and about. Haven't made the bullet that can keep you down yet," he jokes, looking to the mess for sparse, weak laughter. "Don't you worry about a thing, Cap'; we got it all under control. You just worry about getting better now, y'hear?"
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 07:28 am (UTC)
Cid's mouth quirks up. He lifts his other hand, like he's going to cuff the cadet or ruffle his hair.... Then Cid worries about his aim, and his arm drops.

"Get back te yer food 'fore it goes cold ye great numbskull."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
The cadet grins more confidently and nods, giving a salute. "Aye aye, Captain!" He turns away, but instead faces the mess at large, lifting his arms. "Three cheers for our Captain, come on! Hip-Hip!"

"Hooray!"

"Hip-hip!"

"Hooray!"

"Hip-hip!"

"Hooray!"

Vincent doesn't show any outward display of emotion, but behind Cid, he brushes his knuckles against his back.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 07:47 am (UTC)
"I aint payin' ye all te make a noise!" Cid shouts at them good naturedly. It's not until he turns his back and starts heading in what he believes to be the general the direction of he food that he lets his smile drop. He fumbles for his smokes and stops to pull one out and try and get the lighter to work.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 08:20 am (UTC)
Vincent takes the opportunity as Cid turns to correct his direction, brushing his elbow as he came around his other side. He takes the lighter, giving it the customary three clicks.

"Don't hesitate to lean on me," he breathes lowly.

Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 08:26 am (UTC)
Cid lets Vincent light his cigarette, mouth turned down around it.

"Tch, great, because I aint already the ship's most sorry goddamn case, am I?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 08:31 am (UTC)
"You're blind. I'm crazy. We can hold the title together," he says, in what sounds, for Vincent, like a cheerful tone.
Cid: darksmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 08:35 am (UTC)
Cid goes very still.




".... Did Wills say that?" he ask softly, hoarsely. His heart hammers in his chest, his body feeing chill. "That I was blind?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 08:39 am (UTC)
"No. I doubt he believes so; he gave us a list of doctors to see about your eye. Your right should be fine in maybe three more days; nothing but severe bruising. One of the doctors is even located at this port.

".... it was not my intention to startle you. I don't think I have a good handle on this humour... thing."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 08:48 am (UTC)
Cid takes a long drag on is cigarette to steady himself.

"Aint no harm. Just thought... though he hadn't fuckin' told me somethin', s'all. Ye'd tell me though, right? Ye wouldn't keep that from me, would ye?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 08:53 am (UTC)
Vincent replies as he's putting the lighter back in the pack, and slipping it into Cid's pocket.

"Why would I?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 08:55 am (UTC)
"Just, don't, alright?" Cid says. He 'looks' up. "Get me a goddamn tray, would ye?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 09:02 am (UTC)
Vincent gives no reply to that, figuring none was needed, and half a second later a tray clacks down to the sideboard in front of Cid.

As they move along the line, trashy girl pop can be heard over the noises of sizzling and the cursing of the cooks.

"Shut that shit off, Byron! We've listened to her album all fucking week!"

"Fuck you! Your mom wasn't complaining when I nailed her to track eight!"

"Shut your whore mouth, she hates ballads!"

"Cap'n!" Byron exclaims even louder, drawing the argument to a close. "How goes it?" Despite addressing Cid, Byron's eyes go to Vincent, who just lowers his gaze.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 09:04 am (UTC)
Cid's hands clench his tray in an almost nervous gesture.

"Best as can be said. What's on the menu?" He asks, sounding casual enough.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 09:16 am (UTC)
Byron looks away from Vince, and quirks his mouth sadly at Cid. "For you, Cap'n? Steaks just the way you like 'em, mashed potatoes and string beans, and a cold brewski. Hey, Kenan!" He makes a sharp whistling noise and hitches a thumb at the back of the kitchen. "Get the captain a brewski, chop-chop!"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 09:19 am (UTC)
Cid barely manages a smile of gratitude.

He couldn't even decide his own meals now, let alone get them.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 09:27 am (UTC)
Byron smiles uncertainly, looking up at Vincent, who doesn't say or do a thing, meeting his eyes steadily.

In no time, Byron's dishing out Cid's meal, and putting the cold beer on his tray. "That should do you, Cap'n. See you 'round!" He regrets it almost as soon as he says it.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 09:32 am (UTC)
"I'll hear ye an' yer shitty music first," Cid says in parting, and takes his tray and turns around, waiting for Vincent.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 09:38 am (UTC)
Byron grumbles, letting him go.

Vincent comes up beside Cid, looking out over the mess.

"Fifth table, at the end, side by side." He brushes by Cid, heading over, but not moving far.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 10:48 am (UTC)
Cid sticks close behind Vincent, listening to his footfalls, sensing the Gunman's general presence in front of him.

He manages to take a seat at the bench. He feels carefully about his tray to find where everything is. He squashes the but of his cigarette against the tray and picks up his knife and fork and tries to find his steak to cut it.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 11:02 am (UTC)
"Nine o'clock," Vincent says around his mouthful. "Potatoes at twelve, beans at six."

He doesn't look up, or even acknowledge Cid at all as he speaks.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 12:43 pm (UTC)
Cid sighs as he finds his steak and cuts into it. "Are ye always gonna be this goddamn helpful?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 12:53 pm (UTC)
"Should I not be?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 01:03 pm (UTC)
"It's annoyin' as much as it is welcome," Cid says unhelpfully, chewing about a mouthful of very delicious steak.

He realised he was being a bit of an asshole to everyone about his situation.

He moves his leg so his touches Vincent. "Hey, thanks Vince, fer stickin' by me, helpin' me through this. I know I gotta be one o' the most pain-in-the-ass patients there fuckin' is."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 20th, 2009 01:08 pm (UTC)
Vincent hums at the first reply, absorbing the information and trying to figure out how to pull away and stay close at the same time.

He looks up at Cid as he continues, and frowns. "Where else would I be?" He asks, like Cid were incredibly young and stupid. "You need me. I'm here."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on January 20th, 2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
Cid smiles. "Yeah. S'pose I do."

He continues eating in silence, but it was a comfortable, peaceful one, his melancholy for the time being lifted.