❛ you have to trust me on this. ❜ -> Vin and Star || @ineffablemuses
💜 Soft Angst Prompts // ACCEPTING 💜
“I do trust you.” Star hummed, grasping both of Vincent’s hands in their’s. “It’s the porcelain bitch I’m a little more skeptical about.”
They were talking about Hanako, about Arasaka. In her defense, she had every right to be skeptical though. Arasaka had made it their business to have a significant hand in Umbrella’s operations- something she’d long deemed unforgivable. But even putting that aside, Arasaka was a corporation. And corporations never did anything that wouldn’t benefit them in some way. That was simply the way of the world. Profit made it go round. People were merely numbers. And the second those numbers were negative integers instead of of positive ones, that was when people started getting dropped. Sometime with a severance package. Sometimes without. It wasn’t that Star didn’t trust Vincent’s judgement. It was that they were worried about him becoming just another statistic- another name on the mass grave that would never be marked thanks to utterly insane bureaucratic bullshit.
“Is it wrong for me to worry that if you go up there all by yourself, you might never come back?” Star murmured, resting her head against Vincent’s chest as he held her. He huffed out a soft sound, vaguely like a laugh but certainly without humor as he rested his chin on her head.
“I guess not…” he mused, threading his fingers through his partner’s hair.
“Well I am. I’m so worried I might lose you.” A beat of silence passed and Star bit xer lip. Vin could feel xem balls xer fists, taking two handful of his shirt in their grasp. “I’ve lost so many people already, Vin. A lot of them, I never got to love even half as much as you. Not even a fraction as much. And watching them… seeing the way they… it broke me. You know it did. You remember how I was when you met me. I could barely process the fact that you wanted me as more than a one night stand.”
That earned a softer, more genuine laugh from Vincent. His fingers stroked over xer back and xe winced at how they trembled against xer skin. “Yeah, I remember. Remember how you looked like a deer in headlights when I let it slip.”
“I think it was also because no one had ever told me the things you did. No one hand ever looked at me the way you did, much less told me how much they wanted me or moaned ‘fuck, I love you so much’ while looking into my eyes and fucking me like they needed it to survive.” Xe snickered.
“I did need you,” he mumbled, dipping her head to kiss at her ear softly. “I didn’t mean to let it slip out, but I meant every word. Every touch.” The tips of his fingers skimmed over her shoulder, trailing up her neck and along her jaw to hold her cheek. She looked up at him, leaning in to close the distance between. There was a moment of peace and quiet as they kissed, one that ended far too quickly for either of their liking. Vincent’s tone grew more serious. “I still need you…”
“We both need each other.” Star murmured, kissing him again. It was bittersweet this time. Vincent could feel her trying not to frown and drew back, brushing the hair out of her face as she snuggled closer. They stayed quiet for a good long while, basking in each other’s warmth. Star kneaded on his clothes, trying to soothe the anxious ache in her bones. Vincent drew shapes on her back with his fingers, kissing the top of her head over and over and watching at how her tails rattled each time. Star spoke up again, softer and more desperate than he’d ever heard before.
“Promise me you’ll come back…” Vin sighed through his nose, kissing her forehead and tilting her head up to look at him again.
“I will… just, promise me you’ll come see me. Out in space, I’ll need my own Star to guide me, won’t I?” He chuckled a bit at his own joke, but the genuineness of his beam came from seeing the weak smile he managed to draw out of Star. “Promise me, baby. So we can come back together.”
“I promise,” she murmured, sealing her vow with a kiss. It was tender and passionate. The kind that Vin was used to. It made him hungry for more and he cursed himself for being too tired to act on the impulse it made him feel. Instead, he hugged Star tighter, sucking in a shuddering breath as she held him upon sensing his distress.
“Shhh…” she hushed him, taking her turn to soothingly stroke his hair. “It’s okay. We’ll fix this. Soon enough, this will all be over and we won’t have to worry anymore.”
“I’m scared, Star…” Vincent confessed suddenly, his voice weak. Trembling. “Scared if I get on that ship I won’t come back.”
“Hey,” she clasped his chin, turning his head up to meet his gaze. She wiped away the tears she saw building on his lashes. Her voice was soft, firm, but he could hear her own hesitance all too well. “You will. You promised. And I’m going to visit you and make sure you make food on that promise, alright?”
He stopped and watched her for a moment, leaning up around capture her in another kiss. “I love you.” He whimpered, desperately trying to memorize the taste and the feel of her against him. Her heat, her smell, the way she hummed into his mouth, the sound of his heart pounding for her. He clung to it all, hoping it would be enough to motivate him to stay alive. He needed to embed her in his brain if nothing else.
“I love you too, Vincent Hale.”
Especially that part.
It would be the only thing keeping him sane when he finally lost his mind.