❄️ Why do you still want this? Haven't you suffered enough? A raspy tone filled with concern and slight anger reaches her ears, causing her gaze to lower. Mako filled eyes cast downward to the damp ground, and she holds her hands out, allowing the nightfall's rain to pelt against opened palms.

"The sky is crying ... The planet knows." She speaks, her words coming out as gentle and soft as the essence of her soul. A moment of silence is had, as she remains unsure of how to answer the question presented to her. It's not until she feels the sensation of a metal clawed grip upon her shoulder, that she looks back up. Crimson colored pools of unbridled chaos bare into her, but my god there's still something so incredibly kind mixed within that chaos. It's a reminder, and solidification of what she knows best.

"What does the planet know, Lucrecia?" He demands the answer and it's clear by the way his grip tightens and his brows knit together that he will wait as long as he must for it. A flicker of confliction, accompanied by a suffocating wave of guilt that delays her words. Her eyes search his as if asking if it's really okay to answer him with honesty. "Lucrecia ..." He says her name again, and his grip loosens. He begins to retract his hand, and she quickly grabs his wrist, stopping him.

"Vincent... wait." She pleads with him as if he's going to disappear, albeit he has no such intentions. "I'm not leaving." He states in a short matter of fact way, and she smiles. "I want this because it's what is meant for us. We still have sins to attone for, and the planet knows ... We aren't done yet."

".... .... ...."

He doesn't speak, but his expression doesn't change either. At least not at first. A loud clap of thunder shakes the earth, causing her to slightly tremble in fear, and It's her reaction that causes him to act. Suddenly, and abruptly she feels the embrace of his arm around her back pushing her into him. She doesn't fight it as she stumbles forward and her grip on his wrist drops. Hands placing against his chest, she lays her head against where his heart should be. A small ticking noise reminds her that he's still Vincent in spite of all he harbors within.

Both arms encase her in a firm embrace that is protective and sheltering. The feeling of his head laying upon hers, causes her heart to race and her fingers to curl. He doesn't need to say anything else. His hold on her, over her, is all she needs. After all, Vincent never really was a many of too many words.❄️