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Aug. 9th, 2006 08:38 pm"What do you want, Yuffie?"
Part of her is dying to say I want you to want me, but her logical portion of her brain finally gets a word in and she shuts her mouth before she says something that he'll regret. And besides, it sounds corny and wasn't it in some lame song? Probably. "I want..."
He's looking at her like she's a wad of gum at the bottem of one of his boots. He cocks an eyebrow, a silent Well?
"I want..." She hates hesitating, but the words she's searching for refuse to be captured. "I dunno. The world."
His red eyes flicker, wine in the fire light, and Yuffie wishes she did have the guts to tell him about all her pent up desires. "Cuz that would be cool," she adds lamely -he always makes her feel young, even younger than her already immature eighteen years - and then shrugs and mumbles at her feet, "And stuff."
"A thief through and through," his dark voice mocking. "But where would you keep it?"
Yuffie looks up with a start. "You don't get it at all," she snaps, because she hates when he gets the last word in (which is hardly ever, since he practically never talks and she practically never stops talking). "It's not about owning. It's about having."
"Semantics."
"I'll sem you," she says, but without any malice, "Look, it makes sense. Owning is like, well, it's like..." She flounders and flaps her arms. "It's all about separation. Something's mine, or something's yours, but that's where it ends. You see? Get it? Get it? And having doesn't have those boundaries. Like, 'Have a nice day.' You don't actually own the nice day, you just get to pet it and look at it and then you send it on its way. See? See how much sense that makes?"
There's yet another long pause, but Yuffie refuses to fill it. Eventually Vincent shrugs, his coat whispering against the back of his chair. He's not feeling particular communitive, however, which isn't a big surprise, so he falls silent again and Yuffie can here her heart beats counting away.
She falters again - how do you make a Vincent understand a Yuffie?
Part of her is dying to say I want you to want me, but her logical portion of her brain finally gets a word in and she shuts her mouth before she says something that he'll regret. And besides, it sounds corny and wasn't it in some lame song? Probably. "I want..."
He's looking at her like she's a wad of gum at the bottem of one of his boots. He cocks an eyebrow, a silent Well?
"I want..." She hates hesitating, but the words she's searching for refuse to be captured. "I dunno. The world."
His red eyes flicker, wine in the fire light, and Yuffie wishes she did have the guts to tell him about all her pent up desires. "Cuz that would be cool," she adds lamely -he always makes her feel young, even younger than her already immature eighteen years - and then shrugs and mumbles at her feet, "And stuff."
"A thief through and through," his dark voice mocking. "But where would you keep it?"
Yuffie looks up with a start. "You don't get it at all," she snaps, because she hates when he gets the last word in (which is hardly ever, since he practically never talks and she practically never stops talking). "It's not about owning. It's about having."
"Semantics."
"I'll sem you," she says, but without any malice, "Look, it makes sense. Owning is like, well, it's like..." She flounders and flaps her arms. "It's all about separation. Something's mine, or something's yours, but that's where it ends. You see? Get it? Get it? And having doesn't have those boundaries. Like, 'Have a nice day.' You don't actually own the nice day, you just get to pet it and look at it and then you send it on its way. See? See how much sense that makes?"
There's yet another long pause, but Yuffie refuses to fill it. Eventually Vincent shrugs, his coat whispering against the back of his chair. He's not feeling particular communitive, however, which isn't a big surprise, so he falls silent again and Yuffie can here her heart beats counting away.
She falters again - how do you make a Vincent understand a Yuffie?