#askveld

The driver of the sleigh, however, was bent on reaching his destination. His last mission had gone sightly wrong, and that slight wrong turn had caused him to take far longer than he had expected. He still bore cuts and bruises for it, and under the red and white fur cloak he had stolen from an enemy merchant, his clothes were torn to shreds.

The chocobo - who had a pair of antlers strapped to its head - made a break for it, sending the "sleigh" crashing into the tree in the city center. Zack was stunned senseless for several seconds before he managed to fight his way out of the tangle of branches, and he groaned as he shook pine needles from his hair.

"So much for fun seasonal transportation..." he grumbled as he kicked at the wreckage of the makeshift sleigh, before stepping down on a plank from what was once the front, his toe over a bullet hole. Well, at least he was back.

He reached into the pile of splinters and picked up a sack of items and laughed to himself, rubbing the back of his neck but still smiling as he stepped away. "Uh, sorry about the mess, there. I'll pay for the cleanup, don't worry about it!" The green tinge forming on his cheeks suggested that he was worried about it, but he hardly had time to think about it. 

Instead, the one thing that weighed on his mind was the Christmas party. He missed the Christmas party. Having just been promoted to SOLDIER Second Class, he was nobody; he was lucky to even be invited and he missed it. That was bad enough as it was - it only made it worse that he threw his name in the hat for Secret Santa and happened to be assigned to get a gift for Veld. Failing that could have destroyed him even with the very valid excuse he had. He'd be lucky to get off with just a lecture to make him wish for his family's cooking.

He stared off at the Shinra building in the distance. It had far fewer lights on than usual. Nearly the only people around were the guards. He sighed. All this scrambling for...what?

"Lousy timing. Sure everyone's having dinner right now." His stomach growled at the thought and he shivered, pulling his cloak up around him as he sat down on a bench -

Only to notice a split second later that someone was sitting right next to him.

Someone he wanted yet dreaded to see.

"S-Sir!" he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he shot back up, "I- I - I'm sorry about missing the party the other night. I, uh...I know I was responsible for your gift. I know I dropped the ball. I'm sorry."

The man's expression changed from an annoyed stare off into the distance in the other direction to an amused glance at the young SOLDIER. "Angeal told me that you'd been caught up on a mission. I fail to see how missing a party for being taken hostage constitutes irresponsible behavior."

Zack chuckled in relief. "Uh, thanks..." He rubbed the back of his neck and found a branch still tangled in his hair, and gave it a sour look as he picked it out. "So...what are you doing out here?"

"Taking a break from work."

"On Christmas?"

Veld didn't speak any more and Zack groaned and shrunk away in understanding. "Uh...well, I did remember to get you something even though I missed the party! I, uh...hope you don't mind that I didn't actually buy it. Call it spoils of war," he joked, as he pulled a crudely-wrapped gift box out of his sack. Inside was a finely-crafted silver pocket watch with a compass in the back. 

Veld took the box and looked it over, the amusement on his face growing stronger by the second. "Thank you, Zack." There was the slightest hint of laughter in his tone as he spoke.

Zack's eyes widened in shock - mostly for the fact that someone so important remembered his name so easily (even if he did owe him a present). "So, uh - merry Christmas!"

Zack turned to run toward his own apartment, before suddenly turning back toward the older man, with a solemn expression well beyond his 15 years, and certainly unexpected for a teenager with a glass ball dangling off the hood of his cloak, a plastic French horn in his hair, and tinsel still all over him. "By the way...I know I'm nobody important, and I'm just a kid, and all that," he said, with a pained tone to his voice, "and I don't want to press the matter of why you're out here tonight, but I do want you to know...if you ever want to talk to anyone about anything, you can talk to me. I'll listen, okay? And I won't judge. Believe me, I'm in no place to judge. Promise."

As I was reading through part 1 of my secret santa gift - which I'm really happy with! I felt so... (happy? pleased? excited? content? ) when I found out it was you. Your writing struck a chord. 

These are the sentences that sparked emotions. When I finished reading, the story made me feel so warm. 

Thank you.  <3

"The Director is my Santa?!" Cissnei gained a worried look on her face as she stared at her superior. Uh-oh. This is it. This is the end of my career. I'll get a demotion. Or no, calm down, don't think in absolutes, think positive. I worked hard, right? He didn't say much, which would mean I have nothing to worry about. On the other hand... if I had known this, I would have worked extra hard to impress him and become a LVL 2 Turk! _______

My Secret Santa revealed themselves and it's someone I had not expected at ALL! 

AskVeld it's nice to meet you and thank you for being my Secret Santa! I really like your take on Veld! I'm going your lovely story and uaaa, I'm curious about what Part2 will be about!

You have a unique style that speaks of old age and that fits(or maybe that's just the theme?) and I really like that. Your Veld is cool.

I'm as curious as my muse is, and I would like to read more of your drabbles/oneshots stories. Right, now I'm going to read the other part. 

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when or if I started shipping it.

“Admittedly, this is the third ship I have came to truly consider after years of playing Final Fantasy VII, and it was never brought to my attention until I joined Tumblr by the person who has helped opening my RPing experience on here, and introduced me to many other different branches of Final Fantasy VII. ( She played his daughter, and you can give her some loving here even when she has called Tumblr a quit. ) While the circumstance had been thus, this ship has undeniably became the ship that forms the entire existence of my gunman’s personality and brings about this ‘brat’ as we know and hopefully, love, today. It is ingrained to the extend that it is included in my headcanon always devoid of the need to question— unless the RP is being done with another Veld, of course. Most of the thank, I think, would have to be given to verudo/askveld for being such a stunning Veld and helpful chief to my Vincent when I first approached their ask to inquire, and investigate more about their relationship and gain a feeling on my character’s past since admittedly, the information I have came to learnt about Grimoire basically topples most headcanon I have of Vincent down to the ground. I still remember how we first start RP from an ask box, to personal, and then a subpage created specifically for an RP ( verudo ) as we know today even when he is now being placed under hiatus. I still remember how a general remark about me going to retire for the night into my coffin has spun into a full plot where Veld is keeping up to his promise after so much a delay and steal brat off his own imposed imprisonment where he was granted with another chance at salvation, how it has inspired me to draw and how much feel it has instilled, eventually becoming the much treasured scene between them regardless of how truly it did start. So yes, the ship sails and it will continue to sail until the day of brat’s demise.”

“It is a part of him.”

my thoughts:

“There are two-three periods I would grant to how this ship is proceeded with. The first would be while he was still kicking his heels away as a Turk. The way I portray Vincent before he meets Veld is that of an extremely self-destructive individual who manages to keep up the facade of highly functional and proficient individual where the rest of the society is concerned. Veld, of course, did see through that and being the ‘Don’t cut this bullshit with me Valentine’ individual, he manages to get through that high wall brat had imposed and becomes someone Vincent truly trusts, and trust, with Vincent, is never something to be taken lightly with. I realize that I often compare his physicality and traits with one big mangy cat, but when it comes to loyalty, he is fierce to the point of fault. Admittedly, it is one of the traits he shares with my Reno-muse and both of them are not exactly amused whenever that note listing the similarities in their trait is being compared. Why I call this loyalty a fault? Much can be later explained in his relationship with one Lucrecia Crescent.”

“The second period of their dealings would be from the BC onward until around the time of Advent Children: this is mostly called reconciliation. Owing to their youth and how they often rashly behaved, letting themselves be guided by their pride, the breakage in their relationship arrived sometime before Vincent is shipped to Nibelhiem, of which, in headcanon’s land, is the assignment he had asked to be assigned. This period is mostly cautiously threaded where they simply catch up with each other’s life and getting reacquaint with the man each has became. Still, beneath all the perceived awkwardness, they are still partners. Vincent would not have helped Veld as Veld would not have made that promise of returning otherwise, regardless of how late in the game the elder Turk did keep that promise. I think there are always a chance for them to grow.”

“The third period would be around DoC and once all events have settled down. Vincent would continue to drop in upon Veld and Elfe, whether it is for W.R.O. business or to beg for food and tummy rub as he always did when he was still that Turk. He is regarded as the part of their family. Though admittedly, Turks are a bit of Veld’s family, Vincent gains an extra approval from one Felicia Dragoon. He is the gateway to the past Veld doesn’t often talk about and Veld is those little piece Vincent does have left of his past. They both have grown; they have both came to accept each other; but they do not possess each other— does that make sense? I would never call it love. What Vincent and Veld shares run deeper, and because of that, I think it is the most healthy kind of relationship my Vincent would ever come to have. They just content with just being with each other and to spent what little time there is left to remember and live, and rise above those skeleton of their past.”

What makes me happy about them:

“The fact that they can crack about anything, argue about anything, and know the other’s thought and cadence to the point that words are not usually a necessity and doubt is a rarity; though, brat does love arguing with his ex-director immensely. Whenever an RP includes Veld and Elfe, it always have a feel of a family and I do cherish that…a lot. Muse may be a pain in correcting Elfe whenever she called him ‘mom’ but he does secretly miss that now that her mun no longer RPed on here.”

What makes me sad about them:

“……Brat doesn’t even want to say it or think about it.” |: “…but he does realize how old Veld truly is. There is never regret for how they had parted in their youth though, even when it did raise the question if their life would have been better without the Nibelhiem incident and everything that proceeds after. Felicia would not have born otherwise and Vincent does recognize that and how she is Veld’s precious little girl.”

things done in art/fic that annoys me:

“Veld is not cute boss that need his Turks’ protection. Veld is adorable and cute sometime, but he is never a schoolboy cute type of person. Veld is the head of Turks. He will kill an instance he sees fit should he thinks it serves his goal…so schoolboy Veld is just …urgh, no.”

things I look for in art/fic:

“All the passion. All the heat. All the possessiveness they can get in their youth. It is addictive, much very so, and the silent understanding. See this for example, perhaps. There are many take I enjoy of them, and I'm sure I can dig around for more if you wish.”

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

"Elfe's mother, there is no doubt whom it should be for Veld. As for Vincent' I believe I have already answered in one response regarding yuffentine here. It has not changed."

My happily ever after for them:

"Him + Veld + Elfe and all the visit from Turks for a surprise party. Enough said. I believe I even wrote one Drabble which is just that." |8

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

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