Vincent Valentine

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 11:50:33 GMT

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.

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:34:31 GMT

I think he's starting to get used to this.

He has the return of his eyesight to look forward to, one eye certainly, the other very likely, and chances are very likely that we'll be reimbursed for damages sustained by the port authority, and handsomely.

He really is the heart of this ship. As his spirits lift, so does the crew's. He's back to smoking, cursing and being as lewd as ever.

We wouldn't have him any other way.

We're going to see the doctor tomorrow. We're all hopeful.

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:42:36 GMT

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 04:13:15 GMT

The earth is women.

Woman?

She chants and dances, and I can feel the vibrations through her body. Through the planet. Even in the air.

Like life. Renewal. Birth. Seduction.

And death.

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 12:03:22 GMT

There's too much to think about.

One thing after another.

One long chain tangled in my head... in my heart.

My insanity. The lingering effects - on me, on Cid. Cid... The boys. All of them. Collen hates me. Iever identifies with me. Caleb just wants to come home. Uncertain looks from co-workers. The issues that never left.

I just needed time. Space. Quiet.

I just want the world to stop. Give me time to breathe. To catch up. To live.

Cid will understand.

I made a stop to talk with Cloud. He feels it too. The stirring. Witnessed the danger. The violence. The sickness. Knows something's coming.

No.

Is already here.

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:38:50 GMT

We're taking the boys to St. Leon's, today.

It's a nice school. Good courses. Good dorms. Affordable. Excellent reputation. The boys even picked it out themselves.

... then why don't I want them to go?

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 14:16:43 GMT

I can't believe I told him that.

That was supposed to stay buried, secret, inside of me, for forever.

How humiliating... to tell a man that what you desire most, the best reward you can imagine is to sit at his heels like a well-loved hunting dog, petted and treated and praised for a good day's work?

Yet all he did was kiss me.

Just as I think we're turning right, he makes a hard left and suddenly we're driving off the beaten path and through wild grass and mud and holding on for dear life while he laughs like a madman and drives us to only God knows what - because I'm pretty certain neither of us do.

We discussed the boys' schooling, and we've picked out several nice schools ( with Byron's help ) and we'll soon broach the subject with them.

Lately though, I've been driven topside. I can't explain the restlessness in me. I know only that the earth is stirring, and that we are all huddled on the brink of something momentous - waiting to topple.

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:18:43 GMT

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.

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 13:05:25 GMT

Christmas time again.

It's... perfect. It's the best thing to wake up to. Family. Home. Love.

I feel like I'm taking life too slowly, tiny hobbled steps when I want the freedom to race forward, but I won't let myself. It's frustrating.

Cid is with me, every hour, of every day. Normally, neither of us would take to that. Though we're very close and enjoy one another's company, we're also the kind of person to enjoy our space and independence. We should be shying away from such constant contact. But right now, I need it, I eat his presence up like life-sustaining food, and he seems eager to give it. I suppose, in a way, it's true. Without him... things would have spiralled much earlier. I would not have this journal. I wouldn't be alive to keep it.

The twins, as rambunctious as they are, seem to bounce back and forth between us like magnets between poles. They'll run outside, and I'll follow, but I'll watch as they tackle Cid from my seat on the porchswing, and watch them roll and tumble and roughhouse happily in the tall grass; when they're all tuckered out, they come back inside, and it's me they flock to, piling themselves on me like puppies, their weight and warmth a comfort to me.

These are lazy days.

Life is good.

I am happy.

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 05:10:32 GMT

I had my first shower in weeks. I can't think of a single thing that could have felt better.

Iever came to visit today. I don't know how he did it, but he made good work of my hair. It had gotten to the point where, Cid's opinion or no, I would have had to cut it all off.

We spoke for a time, but not too deeply. That's for the best. As cowardly as I am, I don't... think I'm ready yet, to face what I had sunk to. What my madness had reduced me to. Though I do have to, to a degree, and soon...

But Iever is doing well, happy, and relatively healthy. Quip is so good for him. They love each other without exception, and that is a rare and precious thing; and I do believe, that my son, my son, deserves that and more. And Quip also, I suppose; he has led a hard life also, and is a good man.

I haven't seen anyone else, for which I'm grateful. I'm... just not ready.

I'm too thin. I'm running on reserves. I know... I know I'll have to eat soon. Not just for me. But for him, too.

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 12:39:24 GMT

I don't remember it all. It's all so... jumbled up.

We haven't spoken much, but... I get the feeling I may not want to remember.

My body has suffered while I was gone. I recognise the damage. I must have been so far gone, to reach that far back, to reach for those things. I know they bring comfort but, ordinarily, I have the strength to resist, other things to occupy me.

He never left my side. He stayed with me. He stayed with me. He's asleep now. He needs it. God, what I have put him through... what I will put him through... I want to draw back and say, "I'll be all right on my own," and let him do as he'd like, as he must. Maybe one day. Not too soon.

I'm sorry, Cid. I'm sorry. I'll try harder - I'll lean on you.

Bannie... she killed herself. The loneliness... the pain... all of it cost her so much... and I so much wanted to save her from that, though now I do see what she was talking about. It wasn't Lucrecia I recognised in her. It was me. If this body could learn to quit, if I had no one, I would have been her. I probably wouldn't have even lasted that long. I wish... I wish I had seen the signs, heard the messages beneath her words... they seem so transparent, now. I could have loved her. I would have held her. We could have had something, together. I regret that, terribly. And as much as I hate saying it, hate admitting it, don't really believe it... it was not my fault. I could do nothing. It was her choice - I could not simply take that from her.

I miss them both. I am so sorry, both of you. I did, and I do, love you. I'm sorry that wasn't enough. I'm sorry it wasn't more. Forgive me. Forgive me.

He looks like a child, now. Sleeping so deeply. So tired. How can I lean on this man...? This boy? How much can those strong shoulders take until they bend, until his knees give? I don't want him to carry me.

I just want to hold his hand.

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 18:20:33 GMT

I can't sleep. I see it, bouncing. Bouncing into the darkness. Crying. Buried.

No good nights. Monsters under my heart. Pushing up, pushing out.

Horsehair grows thin and splits; it drops lower, closer. It doesn't fall. I take it.

He'll grab my hand.

I'll defend him from the poisons and the pain... I will protect him from the evil lurking. It doesn't fall. I take it.

I take it.

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:23:51 GMT

There is no escape.

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 09:39:53 GMT

October 14th

It was a wonderful birthday.

Everyone was very kind to me, and wished me well. There was a party. But naturally, the gifts I value most came from "my boys."

Caleb gave me a drawing of all of us; Cid, and myself, and he and his brother and most of the crew. It's actually done quite nicely, and it's more than being biased. I think he may actually have talent there. He's a daydreamer. It's something to look into. I put the picture with all the rest on my wall.

Collen gave me a collar he'd made for Tabby, complete with a little bell, so I can hear her creeping up on me. He's been working with Quip and more frequently, the other lads on the ship that know about metalworking, and leatherworking. He's done quite well for himself. Like the Captain, he must do, and is happiest and at his best when he's working with his hands. The tool belt Cid gave him never leaves his waist. If he sleeps with it on, I wouldn't be surprised.

Quip and Iever called to wish me a happy birthday, as did the old gang. It's hard not to get flustered when so many people are flocking to you that way. At least it is for me. I'm sure Cid would have no problem. And Byron's in his element, there.

Cid cornered me after I left the party, in downbelow, and we had a piece of cake, and a few drinks, and spoke candidly. His gifts are always, though I would never admit it to anyone, the ones I cherish most. He knows me best.

He got me Sunny DeMilo's first album. I haven't listened to her sing in 40 years. I thought it would hurt, hearing her music again after so long... after I'd fallen in love to her songs... but it felt... good. It felt like it was just time to start hearing music again. It was the perfect gift - and one only the Captain would think of.

He got me a wallet too. I don't have to carry my ID alone in my pocket anymore. It had a picture of Iever and the twins in it. Cid called them "my boys". My boys. I am so very lucky.

And he kissed me. It was a good kiss. I didn't think much of it, but it seemed to mean a great deal to him.

I did the math. I'm 70 today.

But tonight, I don't feel it. I feel 27 again. I can't wait for the next year. My whole life is ahead of me.

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 04:44:10 GMT

I sometimes fear I'll never know him at all. Never understand him.

And then there are times where we seem more in synch than ever.

We watched a meteor shower, together, over beers and supper. Light conversation turned serious. We actually, genuinely, spoke about one another. To one another. It was a level of understanding I haven't experienced with him previously. It was as if he was yearning to tell me something, but restraining himself; like there was something he wanted to do but couldn't let himself do. Ordinarily, I would be wary of this.

But today, I'm only curious. Because I want to know him. I want to be to him what he is to me.

And then, with the twins, last night. His gruff voice reassured me too, bolstered me too, even though I wasn't afraid. He has a sway over people, a unique power - his tiniest gestures, his shortest conversations, have such an influence on those around him. Does he truly not see...? He was born for command. And more than that, he was born to be a family man. That last, I think, is perhaps not as comfortable for him as leadership. Does it perhaps have to do with Her...? Or further, his mother...?

We slept side by side in bed last night, the twins beside us; all warm and comfortable and loving. And I realised that it's finally happened. One of Cid's greatest wishes.

I've finally come home.

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:05:57 GMT

I sometimes forget that I've missed over 30 years.

In my day, it was not common practice for men to court other men. Or if it was, it was not publicly made known. But since I began my life on this ship, I've learned many things. I can learn to accept and adapt to this, too.

Especially as it seems Iever and Quip are some form of engaged.

I of course am very happy for Iever; I want him to be happy. That's all I ever wanted. I'm just... not sure, how this all works. Is marriage sanctioned between men, now? Is courtship between men, engagements and however, accepted? Are there bachelors and bachelors parties? Groom showers? Are rings exchanged? Are vows the same? Is there a ceremony? Do they both wear white?

It may seem old-fashioned, but these are all things I have to consider, to look into.

The one thing I never questioned, was whether they could love each other. I know they do. I know that what they have, it's forever. It's just the paltry details that I question.

Iever says that it's not sincerely an engagement - and that they don't intend to marry - but Quip made for him a bracelet, and made some very potent promises.

... he had better stick to them.

I know that Quip loves Iever. I know that he takes care of him, I know that he makes him happy. But I just can't help wondering if he's the best for him. Of all the people in the world, is Quip the best for him? I know he is. I know he's the only one for him. I do. But I can't help worrying...

Iever said it was all right to get him a "wedding gift", after a fashion. Byron and I are looking into stoves. The one that came with the house was old when I was young, and with Iever's passion for cooking, I felt it a prudent and useful choice. I'm glad to be doing this with Byron - not just because he's infinitely knowledgeable about such things, but because it's good to connect with him again. I had sorely missed our friendship.

Christmas is coming 'round again; I'm wondering if, considering we get no new work, we might stay for a while in Rocket. Let the boys put up a real tree. I think Cid would like that for them too - and he might just enjoy it himself. We'll need to go there at any rate for Iever and Quip's... whatever it is, and at least meet Quip's parents.

It's strange but... I had once planned my own wedding. That was over 30 years ago. And now, I'm planning my son's. I never thought I would. I am so very thankful for this chance, for Iever... I'm just so damned grateful to have this life at all.

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 15:50:57 GMT

Things seemed to have mellowed quite a bit. No excitement, no emergencies, only a few, heavily expensive deliveries. As much as Cid thrives on danger and action, I find myself thinking that I could very swiftly become accustomed to this lifestyle. I should call Cloud, and ask if this is what his life is like. Quiet. Comfortable. Happy. He's a lot easier to contact that we've contracted him. We'll see.

We've picked up card games again. It's been a while since we've had the time and the patience. I don't think I've much to gamble with. It doesn't matter. I'm well taken care of without the gil.

I've looked into bonds and college funds for the twins. If anything, seeing Thomas and Maria starting their own family reminded me of how swiftly time flows; we have a good eight years before they'll begin thinking about it.

I should really give Bannie a call. It's been a while. It's a bit late to call now, but I'll call her tomorrow after lunch.

Snootches is adapting to ship life quite well, and I think Cid is taking to his company, however unwillingly. Its good to see that he's found at least one person he can be completely at ease with.

(Shane wants to borrow 'Sense and Sensibility'. Bring it on shift tomorrow.)

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 00:22:51 GMT

I am still left in the dark about Byron's motivations for doing what he did. But at least, my heart is lighter for speaking with the Captain. Even, I would say, for just being with him. He's an extremely positive, out-going, caring man. It's difficult for my soul to stay burdened when around him.

I asked him if he thought it possible that I am cold-hearted. He said that I was instead aloof, but that was just my way. It's strange to think that he puts so much faith in me; to just accept the unsavory parts of me along with the little left that is good and right. It takes an incredible man to be able to accept the entirety of a person. And he is that.

I didn't tell him what Byron had done. I'm not sure why. It wasn't for embarassment for my sake, or because I believed Byron had done wrong. No. I don't know. However, I don't believe that keeping that encounter a secret will cause Cid any harm, or distress. I don't think he'd be comfortable with the idea, either. Although, he did accept the relationship between my Iever and Quip, though so far I believe it has been largely chaste. Iever may not be comfortable with that level of intimacy for a very, very long time. All the same, he accepted the relationship with no signs of discomfort. But again, that's Quip, and Iever. Not his best friends.

Best friends.

Yes.

Although, he did suspect us of having a relationship previously; an assumption quite obviously not without a basis. Why this... obsession, attraction? Is it the draw of the macabre, something amazing in the horror? I am not an attractive person. Pitiable, yes, but attractive, certainly not. But that kiss, was not the embrace of pity. No. It was like lovers.

Perhaps my age shows in that I find the attraction to both sexes as something new and intriguing. Byron likes women very much - but he also kissed me. The notion is a strange one to accept, but no more than an attraction to one's own sex. I'm an old man, even if I don't look it. I'm almost 70. There's so much left to learn, to grow accustomed to.

But I have the time now. And a reason. And that's all I need.

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:35:57 GMT

I was right. Nothing will ever be simple.

Some days back, after we'd returned from the botched delivery in the Tiny Bronco, Byron had asked me to do some more photographs with him. (I'm not sure why he so persistently seeks me out. I asked once, and he said I was his muse. I'm not very artistic, or creative, so it's difficult to see what he could possibly be inspired by in me.) It was a slow day; we're grounded for the delivery (which Cid made successfully), so neither of us were busy, or even slated for the duty roster. He sought me out, and we went to his room, as he'd asked before.

I don't... entirely understand, or know how to phrase what happened next. We started out innocently enough, with taking photographs. Not unusual. But there was something, a tension in him, that rubbed off on me. I was not comfortable alone with him. Not as I had come to be recently. It was almost like an... unspoken anticipation? That's not quite right either. And then... I'm not sure how it happened, but... he kissed me. Not as a brother, but like he would a woman.

Why?

Of all the things I could think, or feel, that's the one thing that consumes me. Why? Why would he? What could he possibly gain from that? Why would he want to? Why?

After, he told me that he loved me, and mentioned a 'him'. Could he have meant...? No. There's no way he could possibly know. No. Not Him. No.

But... I left with the impression that I had somehow wronged him? That he perhaps felt that I do not care for him? I told him as much, that I do, but I don't think... it was either not enough, or simply not what he wanted to hear. I don't know. I don't know about anything. I can't make heads or tails of this encounter; of Byron, his intentions, and his feelings.

I'm afraid that I've lost him, and I don't know how.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:11:09 GMT

It's hard, looking back, differentiating between what was real, and what wasn't, and it shouldn't be. I know him better than that. I know Him better than that.

But it was so... real. So believable. So... in character. It's not in character for Cid to abandon a friend - but it's quite in character for him to be embittered by someone who's crossed him. And if there's anyone who's given him more than ample reason, it's me.

I know how he feels about me. I know he cares for me. I don't know why, or how it came to be, but I know it to be true. It's in everything he does for me. Every touch, word, deed - promise. And he is a man of his promise. I will put all my faith in him. I will believe in him. His promises are my law. I will live by them.

Byron's acting strange again. I think, maybe, everything is catching up to him, and he needs to confide in someone he doesn't revere, someone he isn't threatened by. He seemed... forlorn? Resigned? Melancholy, at any rate. There was something sad in his eyes. He mentioned more photography. Why me? I don't understand.

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:50:01 GMT

Home.

Nothing can ever be simple with us.

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 12:28:10 GMT

We took the twins clothes shopping today. I am pleased that they're behaving much better these days, but still maintain their youthful exuberance. Their manners too have improved; the Highwind has been a good influence on them.

Cid, however, seems of two minds on the matter; he doesn't believe it's the right place for them, but he is also so proud of them, so happy to have them aboard. I can understand where he's coming from. Collen and Caleb do deserve the best, a happy family, friends, an education - but we differ in that I feel they are getting these things here, and Cid feels they can be better gotten elsewhere. He underestimates his crew, and his own influence; they are already growing up to be strong, smart boys. They are perhaps more emotionally mature, wiser than their peers, but I don't think this is all together bad for them, so long as they remember they're still little boys. I don't think they're in danger of forgetting that anytime soon.

Though I have been considering investing my paycheque in a bank account, as a sort of school savings for them. I have no illusions about who they take after - they're adventuresome and curious, and should they find something worth pursuing, I want them to be able to pursue it with all their heart. My father was as supportive of me; I would like to do the same for them. I know Cid will do the same.

I am so proud of them. When faced with adversity, they handle themselves admirably. Caleb held himself well in check, as did Collen, despite harsh words from town children - and this was no idle playtime teasing, either. The both of them look up to Cid. To have that thrown in their face, to be made so helpless and hurt, is a very serious thing. But they both handled themselves so well... even now, my heart swells with pride. They are good boys. They deserve all the best - and I believe they will get it.

We leave tomorrow morning, with a planned stop off at "Ol' Sil's". The name sounds familiar; I think it's something Cid and Ash had discussed. And I know he has a dog, but for the life of me, I can't remember how that could have come up in conversation.

Sat, 01 Sep 2007 07:42:37 GMT

We're in Rocket now. The landing was hard, harder than it should have been. The Highwind still needs a lot of work. In the meantime, the Captain and I will be making the deliveries via the Tiny Bronco. That brings back a lot of memories. It feels like so long ago, a decade instead of a few scant years.

We spent the day, as soon as we flew in, with Iever and Quip. Byron bought things at the grocery, and taught Iever to cook for us - the Captain, Iever, Byron, the twins, Quip, and myself. They had their work cut out for them.

I still think that Byron shouldn't have told Iever. Not like that, not that way. I was going to tell him, at the right time, patiently. But he and the Captain had been arguing recently; maybe that contributed to his ill-humor.

Iever seems to be doing well - better than is to be expected, at least. There is life in his eyes, and a glow to him. I believe that he is happy there, with Quip. They have a good life together, and I can see that Quip loves him. I am happy for him. I hope he continues to do this well. I am proud of him.

Quip seemed to want to ask me something, but never did.

We're taking two days R&R before we head out. We'll still be accepting deliveries, so we'll be busy. I'm glad that the money is doing us good.

This is a form of restitution, isn't it...? I haven't forgotten. But I'm living for more than you and our sins now. I will devote myself to this, to them - for us, our sins, and most of all, for him.

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 00:09:29 GMT

Back.

I gave Cid the money; he was surprised. And he should be.

No one could take that many heads. Not even me. I supplemented my bounty rewards with my savings. He didn't notice.

I think this is the first deliberately underhanded thing I've done to him. It's for him. For the best.

I kept some still. The twins need clothes. They're growing fast.

Rumour is we're heading for Rocket to finish repairs. That's good. We can get clothes there. And say hello to Quip and Iever. I hope they're doing well.

I hope he doesn't get angry. Byron calls the Mastered All materia Cid's "Nest Egg", which is good. Save it for a rainy day. Something with more storm clouds than today.

I've had myself a shower and a change of clothes, and a warm meal. Now I have a warm bed, Tabby's sleeping on my pillow, and several hours of sleep coming to me.

I'm home again.

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:11:33 GMT

I'm of no use here. I'm going to see what I can do elsewhere.

Cid doesn't say anything, but he's got that worried tension to his mouth, and that look in his eye that says he's looking at everything and calculating how much it costs. Maybe it would be best if I hunted some monsters for gil. I think that would be for the best.

He isn't going to like this.