"maybe we can head to the apocalypse again as a little vacation. you know what they say... paradise!"
"i cannot express to you how little i would like to do that."
"stingy fucker."
IN WHICH vincent leblanc, resident french asshole and externally...
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VINCENT DIDN'T MIND BEING DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE AROUND HIM. He didn't mind that liplocking with the boys in his grade had been viewed as gross and odd. He didn't mind sometimes getting a punch thrown at him or being called a faggot for it. He never did.
Vincent had figured out that boys made him feel different than girls ever had after he kissed a girl at a school dance when he was twelve. He had danced with her slowly, hands planted on her hips with their faces close to one another until finally, Vincent had leaned in close and attached their lips.
The kiss was short, lasting a mere five seconds before Vincent pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He remembered not feeling a thing with the action, not feeling anything except pure boredom and disinterest. He'd ran off to the bathroom and cleaned his mouth out with water, cursing in French about how little he'd enjoyed that.
It was when Vincent was fourteen he'd kissed a boy for the first time and truly felt the electricity everyone spoke so highly about it was romance. When he'd sat beside his sixteen year old neighbor and completely disregarded the video game cutscene playing on the television as he'd turned towards the boy and attached their lips so hard their teeth smacked together.
Rather than not feeling anything like he had with the girl from the school dance, Vincent had felt so so much. And that was when he realized maybe he wasn't the same as everyone else in that field.
Vincent had already been aware he wasn't particularly normal- with his abilities and all- but he thought that, maybe, him being straight could be the one normal thing about him. But, of course, Vincent had to be punished for everything he did.
Once a few people found out about his little outings with classmates, his face would be pushed in a toilet bowl a bit more than usual. He never quite minded when he'd transform into the same kid the next day and get them in trouble.
He never really cared about anything back then, anyway. He'd find himself empty most of the time, and the boys were just pawns in his game to make himself feel something, anything. They worked most of the time. Although, the feelings wore off quickly. Soon enough, Vincent would feel just as empty as he had beforehand.
And sure, he was just a kid when those feelings, or lack thereof, initially began; but his childhood was different than most. His parents rarely spoke to him, he was gay and he had shapeshifting abilities. Odd. All of it was odd.
Vincent had never had real crushes before. Not like regular children would often develop for people around them, in which they'd giggle and blush at the smallest actions. Vincent wasn't familiar with it. He'd never had feelings for the boys he kissed.
