Post by vincent on Jul 30, 2009 1:01:26 GMT -5
((Yay, Vincent! Seriously guys, this may look like I'm just posting as Vincent for the sake of posting but if you want to jump in with anything DO IT!!!! Vinny needs some action!!))
Vincent huffed once more as he circled the ruins that was the wooden house by the Shimmering Lake. He'd stepped inside and tried to salvage what he could that was of interest to him that either a.) wasn't destroyed and b.) obviously not stolen.
He hadn't found too much that interested him, honestly. What he did find was a necklace made of large, purple stones that was kept in a box in what used to be his and Hala's bedroom. As he looked over the necklace in his hands he smiled at it, it was still shining beautifully after all of these years; he still remembered seeing Hala wear it so long ago and how lovely she had looked with it on.
Discarding the box, Vincent pocketed the necklace and stepped back out and headed toward the obvious grave that the kids (meaning Andy and Jasmine) had put together for Hala. He smiled at the white flowers that adorned the mound of dirt - Hala's favourite flowers - and stared for a long moment and tried to silently figure out what in the hell happened with his life.
He had had everything. He loved the work he did, he had the greatest wife in the world, and a beautiful daughter who looked at him with that look that showed that he was the most important man - the only man - in her life.
And now what did he have? He wasn't with the army, his wife was dead, and his daughter wouldn't even look at him. Even when she did, the look she'd always given him was gone. It feared Vincent to think that the little punk who he despised the most stole it on him.
And in the end, was that why Andy bothered him? He'd kept telling Vincent he let Hala die, but the sad truth was that Hala was a 'sitting duck' to begin with. As much as it hurt, news of his wife dead never surprised him.
But Jasmine...Andy hadn't let her die, and Vincent knew only too well that he would never let anything happen to her. Vincent also knew he was blinded with rage against the boy but in the end was it really about Hala's death? As if he wasn't angry enough already, it boiled Vincent even more when he saw his daughter choose the reckless lad over her own father, the man who worked so hard to protect her her entire life.
He shook his head.
"She's right," he murmured, "I don't understand. And somehow I don't think I ever will..."
He felt the necklace in his pocket and closed his eyes. After a long moment, he opened them and looked back down at the grave in front of him.
"Hala, I think I need to have a talk with our daughter," he choked out, a genuine sadness in his voice before his eyes narrowed slightly and he gripped the necklace in his hand tighter, "...and perhaps that boy, too."
Vincent huffed once more as he circled the ruins that was the wooden house by the Shimmering Lake. He'd stepped inside and tried to salvage what he could that was of interest to him that either a.) wasn't destroyed and b.) obviously not stolen.
He hadn't found too much that interested him, honestly. What he did find was a necklace made of large, purple stones that was kept in a box in what used to be his and Hala's bedroom. As he looked over the necklace in his hands he smiled at it, it was still shining beautifully after all of these years; he still remembered seeing Hala wear it so long ago and how lovely she had looked with it on.
Discarding the box, Vincent pocketed the necklace and stepped back out and headed toward the obvious grave that the kids (meaning Andy and Jasmine) had put together for Hala. He smiled at the white flowers that adorned the mound of dirt - Hala's favourite flowers - and stared for a long moment and tried to silently figure out what in the hell happened with his life.
He had had everything. He loved the work he did, he had the greatest wife in the world, and a beautiful daughter who looked at him with that look that showed that he was the most important man - the only man - in her life.
And now what did he have? He wasn't with the army, his wife was dead, and his daughter wouldn't even look at him. Even when she did, the look she'd always given him was gone. It feared Vincent to think that the little punk who he despised the most stole it on him.
And in the end, was that why Andy bothered him? He'd kept telling Vincent he let Hala die, but the sad truth was that Hala was a 'sitting duck' to begin with. As much as it hurt, news of his wife dead never surprised him.
But Jasmine...Andy hadn't let her die, and Vincent knew only too well that he would never let anything happen to her. Vincent also knew he was blinded with rage against the boy but in the end was it really about Hala's death? As if he wasn't angry enough already, it boiled Vincent even more when he saw his daughter choose the reckless lad over her own father, the man who worked so hard to protect her her entire life.
He shook his head.
"She's right," he murmured, "I don't understand. And somehow I don't think I ever will..."
He felt the necklace in his pocket and closed his eyes. After a long moment, he opened them and looked back down at the grave in front of him.
"Hala, I think I need to have a talk with our daughter," he choked out, a genuine sadness in his voice before his eyes narrowed slightly and he gripped the necklace in his hand tighter, "...and perhaps that boy, too."
