V listened without interrupting, genuinely absorbed in everything she was saying. And it showed. Not the polite sort of attention most people gave when waiting for their turn to talk, but real interest; eyes steady on her, the occasional quiet laugh at the right moments, the faint shake of his head ...

V couldn’t help the quiet huff of amusement at her comment about buying out the shop. “Yeah, that tracks,” he muttered, mostly to himself, but there was no judgment in it; just fond recognition. Some things really hadn’t changed. Walking beside her felt… easy. Easier than he’d expected anything here...

V watched her hover her hand near his arm without touching and somehow that tiny act of restraint struck him harder than if she had. Most people either stared too long or asked invasive questions or pretended not to notice the ink at all. Adeline looked at it like she was looking at art. Like it bel...

V's expression softened watching her light up talking about her shop. There was something almost protective in the way he tracked the person who'd bumped into her; blue-grey eyes going sharp for just a second before the guy disappeared down another aisle but he didn't comment on it. Just shifted his...

V turned at the sound of his name, and for a split second that old defensive tension tried to creep up his spine; the instinct that said what do they want, what did I do wrong before his brain caught up with what he was actually seeing. Adeline. Adeline . Bright as a damn sunrise even in the dim lig...

The weight of London settled differently than V remembered. Six years was a long time to be away from a place that had never quite felt like home to begin with, but standing at the entrance to Diagon Alley; properly standing there, not hunched and trying to take up less space. Vincent Mathis found h...

He chuckled at her comment, “Touche.” Squeezing her absently when he felt her relax into him he smiled, “Missed you too, Nini.” V didn’t miss how despite her response that the shop was closed and they could go, she didn’t let go of him and he let her have it for a few moments before easing back at t...

V had the good sense to look offended when she said he was never really good at color, “Excuse me I will have you know the only color I ever needed was yellow, ma’am.” He gave a rather indignant snort before he smiled when she agreed hugging her tight, glad she easily agreed to moving in. But he was...

He knew the answer as soon as she stopped dead and turned to face him, even if it had been years he’d seen enough women running scared of abusive ex’s in the States to know that deer in headlights look. The fact she couldn’t hold his gaze as she spoke and explained just how bad it had gotten sent hi...

He laughed at her statement about telling her he was coming, “Defeats the whole purpose of a surprise Nini.” When she asked if he wanted the tour he gave a nod and watched her go around doing what he assumed, closing up the shop at least to the public before she returned to him. “Hey you didn’t let ...

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• So Far Away - with Harmony Gabriel

He grinned wide when she practically screamed his nickname and was over the counter, hugging him the next second. Hugging her back he chuckled, “Nice to see you too, Nini.” V was still that he was fairly sure he was the only one who ever used that variable nickname for her and he was rather proud of...

Moving through the streets he sighed heavily, how long had it been now? Seven years if his memory served him correctly since he’d stepped foot in Diagon Alley. Hell since he’d really bothered to step foot in Europe at all, ever since he’d basically been told his blood made him a bigger target than h...

https://i.imgur.com/H4GEFcn.png Full Name: Vincent Rory Mathis Nicknames: V, Mat, Vince Age: 26 Birthdate: April 1, 1979 Profession: Sort of Jack of All Trades/Silent Partner in The Quill, Tattoo Shop. Appearance Face Claim: Kevin Creekman Height/build: 6’4”/ Muscular and fit, clearly works out wit...