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12 March 2009 @ 04:45 am
 
30 chances.

That's a lot.

Seeing him rise to the top, and seeing him sink. 30 times.

I don't know what it will cost us. I do know it will be high. It won't be easy.






...he gave me a chance.

I owe him that much.

I owe myself that much.
 
 
 
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 02:45 pm (UTC)
Cid's sat in his quarters, on the side of his bed, a harmonica in his hands which he rolled over and over between his fingers, not playing it, just touching it, seeing it with his fingers. He somehow looks both very young, and yet very worn, washed out by time and bad luck.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 02:48 pm (UTC)
The door squeals inwards, and there's the quiet, heavy step of boots.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 02:52 pm (UTC)
Cid doesn't look up - because it wouldn't help to do so at any rate - and because he knew who it was. He slips the harmonica into his pocket, and pulls out his cigarettes instead.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC)
Vincent's low, smooth voice rumbles from across the room.

"Don't light up."
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 02:59 pm (UTC)
"Why not?" Cid asks, even as he puts a cigarette between his lips.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:04 pm (UTC)
"You're going to have to put it out as soon as we reach sickbay. Might as well savor it later."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:06 pm (UTC)
"And why're we goin' te the sickbay?" Cid asks, keeping the cigarette, but not making any attempts at lighting it yet.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:08 pm (UTC)
"To see Wills," Vincent says simply, moving around the room.
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:11 pm (UTC)
Cid makes a sound that's almost like a growl. "Damnit Vincent, if ye want te motivate me, yer gonna have te at least talk te me, fucking hell."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)
Vincent grunts. "Just clearing the runway." There's a momentary pause, and then the squeal of the door opening. "Wills says your bruised eye has had time enough to heal, and has an eyepatch prepared. Thought you might be excited about getting an eye back."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
Cid does look up at that, his face still unreadable. Inside, he was torn between stirings of hope and depression. Having sight back would be nice... but what was the point, when he still couldn't fly, couldn't see as he once had.

Either way, he stands. "Alright. Ye got my interest," he says grudgingly.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:28 pm (UTC)
Vincent says nothing, but there's the sound of him walking outside, and then waiting.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:34 pm (UTC)
Cid follows, going slowly, his fingers outstretched on one hand to catch himself on anything he might walk into. He then takes the lead, knowing his way to the sickbay, fingers against the corridor walls.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:38 pm (UTC)
Vincent follows at his side, a silent, warm presence to his right. When they reach the sickbay, Vincent subtly steers him to a seat.

"You all ready, Captain?" Comes Wills exuberant voice.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:44 pm (UTC)
"Apparently, I don't got much of a choice," Cid says dryly, looking uncannily at where Vincent was.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:50 pm (UTC)
Cid can feel Vincent's half-smirk like tangible pressure.

Wills chuckles. "Who wouldn't be excited? Trust me. This is a step up. You'll feel like a new man, after," he says, starting to unwind Cid's bandages. "Dim the lights."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 03:54 pm (UTC)
Cid tries not to get his hopes up - he's still too sore from the last time they were dashed.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 03:59 pm (UTC)
Bit by bit, Cid can feel the thin layers of the gauze pull away, nothing but the patches over the actual eyes left. Carefully, both are pulled away. Only one is dabbed and replaced; then he can feel the eyepatch being slipped on and secured. His head gets tipped back, and his naked eye gets wiped with something soft and moist, and then moistened again with drops.

About a minute later, there's some shifting in the room, and then Wills says, "Raise the lights. Slowly. Slowly now. All right Cid; tell us what you think."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
Cid blinks open his eye, squinting and turning aside as if they had a flashlight in his face. He soon adjusted to the light, and colour and shapes started to make themselves known to him. The vision was still a little blurry, but after a minute, he could see things well enough.

"Can I touch it?" he asks, wanting to rub his eye, see if he could clear it of some of the blurriness.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 04:10 pm (UTC)
"Certainly," Will says cheerfully. "Don't rub too hard or too much. Give it a few minutes; your eye will be teary and blurry. If you have to rub, use your thumb or two fingertips."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
Cid brushes at his eye a few times with his thumb, clearing some of the tears and eyedrops. It helped a little, but there was still a vague water mark-like effect over his vision. It was... disappointing. Cid had faith in Will's, more than any other doctor, but still, it had not been the pick-me-up he'd really needed. It only served to remind him how human he was... as susceptible to injuries, like blindness in an eye, as anyone else.

"Thanks doc," he says flatly.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 04:32 pm (UTC)
Cid can sense worried looks being exchanged over his head.

"Is there something wrong?" Wills asks nervously.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
Cid doesn't feel like explaining, but doesn't want Wills to take the guilt upon himself either.

"'M sorry, Wills. Thanks, honestly... 'M just havin' a hard time seein' any glasses half fucking full right now. Nothin' personal."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Wills makes an abortive sound, and goes quiet.

Vincent's hand comes to rest heavily on his shoulder, wordlessly encouraging. It's weight, his presence, seemed to convey, We're done here, let's go home.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 04:46 pm (UTC)
Cid stands, hesitating, almost about to ask Wills if he had any more leads, regarding an eye surgeon. And then changes his mind, realising he didn't want to know the answer. He starts to head out, finding it disconcerting to be using his vision again. It seemed cruel to have to do so, when it was so poor.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
Vincent follows a step behind, the silence behind them ringing, and heavy.

They get back to Cid's room, and dimly, Cid can see a banner stretched out across the far wall.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 04:52 pm (UTC)
Cid frowns and goes up to it to read the words.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 04:54 pm (UTC)
It read:

HERE'S LOOKIN' AT YOU, CAP'N

It was composed of individual letter tiles - each letter printed on a photo of an eye.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 12th, 2009 05:01 pm (UTC)
Cid looks at it for a long time.

"Did Byron make it?" he asks eventually, voice soft.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 12th, 2009 05:02 pm (UTC)
"He did," Vincent confirms softly. "The eyes are from the crew.



... what happened?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
Cid fingers the banner, looking tortured by it. Finally he turns his back, and surveys the mess of his room with his one kind-of good eye.

"What happened 'bout what?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
"Your eye. You don't seem heartened by getting half your sight back."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
Cid shrugs a shoulder. "Right now, it aint even really that. S'like there's a thin sheet o' glass over my eye, with water runnin' down it."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
Vincent cocks his head. "Blurry. It'll pass. Did you think it wouldn't?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 04:58 am (UTC)
"It will," Cid says, trailing off. He starts to clean up some of the mess in his room, at least giving him space enough to make some tea.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 04:59 am (UTC)
Vincent stands there, for a minute, quietly, and then shrugs out of his cloak and takes a seat on the bed, patiently, waiting.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
They stay like that, in a comfortable, patient silence as Cid made tea and Vincent calmly waited him out.

Cid hands Vincent his mug, and sits on the bed next to him, staring down into his steaming cup.

"... D'ye remember that scandal they had, 'bout that advertisement campaign... 'POTIONS: THEY'LL CURE ANYTHING'. And how they had te retract it, 'cause it weren't exactly true?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 03:11 pm (UTC)
Vincent looks down into his cup, in a similiar fashion. He hums.
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 03:26 pm (UTC)
Cid wraps his palms about his mug, warming them. "They might o' pulled the ad, but the 'damage' were still done, ye know, the brainwashin'. Everyone believed the motto - a simple potion would cure anything. I grew up as a kid, thinkin' potions and materia could heal everythin'... But they don't. I learned that the hard way, but even now, I s'pose I've still got this belief, this hope, that medicine has an easy answer, that a potion will fix everything; that I could lose a limb, or get mortally wounded, and a goddamn potion will just fix it right up... And it still fuckin' turns my world around te find out that it just don't fucking work like that...

"I might never see again from my left eye, or if I do, never like I did before, not enough te fly legally. I coulda lost a goddamn leg, but one fucking eye, and everything just goes te fucking shit!" Cid snaps.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 03:38 pm (UTC)
"That's true," Vincent concedes simply. "Medicine isn't magic. It's science. There's an equal possibility that you can have your sight returned. Don't let initial setbacks get you down."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
"I'm a man o' science, Vince," Cid protests. "And it keeps fuckin' me over. I know the odds... and they aint good. Medicine never comes through for me. I think I gotta just fuckin' accept that."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 03:50 pm (UTC)
"I'm not," Vincent says, taking a sip. "Science can do many things. Things you cannot imagine. I believe that there is something, out there, that will help you."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 03:53 pm (UTC)
Cid looks at Vincent, taking the time to appreciate the curve of Vincent's cheek, the gentle glide of his nose, how soft his lips looked, how pale his skin was, and how silky his midnight hair. And for the first time, he's grateful to have some of his sight back.

"How can ye have faith in science, after everythin' it fucking did te ye?" Cid asks softly, knowing it to be a touchy subject.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 03:57 pm (UTC)
Vincent looks down at his tea. "It gives me faith, now," he says quietly. "If man had the ability to do all of this... raise the dead, fuse strange limbs... imbue flesh with magic... make a human capable of transforming into the things I do... thirty years ago, repairing your eye is not so far a stretch in comparison."

He's quiet a moment longer.

"... and I refuse to believe that a world exists without you in it. Without you in the sky. For both our sakes, I refuse."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on March 13th, 2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
Cid keeps staring at Vincent. Then he reaches out and puts it hand about Vincent, and pulls him in, touching their heads together. He breathes softly against Vincent's cheek.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on March 13th, 2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
Vincent allows it, not moving away, just breathing and drinking his tea, his piece said.