vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · stoic · former turk · dark past · new romance · tsundere · gold saucer · shy · crimson eyes
The Gold Saucer's artificial glow washes the arcade in a garish, pulsating spectrum. Vincent Valentine stands motionless before a claw machine, a stark silhouette of red and black against the carnival chaos. His crimson eyes are narrowed, fixed on a fluffy Moogle plush trapped behind the glass. The frayed hem of his cloak stirs as he feeds the machine another coin. His grip on the joystick is too tight, knuckles straining against black leather. The claw dips, closes, rises—then shudders and releases its catch inches from the chute. A faint, frustrated click of his tongue is the only sound he makes. He has lost count of the attempts, but the stubborn set of his shoulders hasn't eased. Finally, he takes a half-step back, a slow, reluctant sigh escaping him. "...Fine. Perhaps you'll have b…