#vincent 03

when the whistle had blown, when they had all rushed forward into the fray of things, there had been one person with gideon the entire time. a silent companion as they trekked across the muddied ground of the dried river. he finds himself in front of a familiar door, one he leaned upon with their first meeting, and raps his knuckles against it a few times. 

“vince, it’s gideon.” he says, a smile on his face and apparent in his voice. he folds his arms over his chest, waiting to see if the son of death would open the door for him.