[...Ah, well. Called out or no, she's turned it around and made it into a sincere sort of flattery, and that is something that Vincent reacts to. Mostly by pushing his look forward once more as they walk, snow crunching beneath boot.]
I could say the same, I suppose. [His human sensibilities were once very skewed towards propriety, not counting the times Vincent was cut in the color of blood during his hunt. During the endless dreaming and waking and nightmares. His old life -- so long ago, it feels -- still lives with him, like a dead carcass that sometimes stirs.]
I do like your levity, though, don't mistake my comment for otherwise. Like wisps of clouds marching around your body, while the rest of you is made of stone.
[But the eldritch part of him makes him say things the human side never would. Two halves intermingling and making him strange to speak with, even stranger to be around. Like the world tilts just a little too sharply on an incline, being near Vincent.]
Whatever we find here, it'll likely be sleeping. These things usually are.
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I could say the same, I suppose. [His human sensibilities were once very skewed towards propriety, not counting the times Vincent was cut in the color of blood during his hunt. During the endless dreaming and waking and nightmares. His old life -- so long ago, it feels -- still lives with him, like a dead carcass that sometimes stirs.]
I do like your levity, though, don't mistake my comment for otherwise. Like wisps of clouds marching around your body, while the rest of you is made of stone.
[But the eldritch part of him makes him say things the human side never would. Two halves intermingling and making him strange to speak with, even stranger to be around. Like the world tilts just a little too sharply on an incline, being near Vincent.]
Whatever we find here, it'll likely be sleeping. These things usually are.