I wanted to make a history with these two, SOO DRAMA BOMB! Feel free to randomly see these two in this fighting situation and drop a role play.
Blake and Vincent stood only feet apart, Blake felt the hate weld up in his chest. Though he was not sure if it was vomit or hatred, he swallowed. "Glad to see your not dead.." Blake said through his tightened fangs. Vincent gave a light smirk downward, he thought for sure Blake was lost among the other soliders dieing to save this damn world from this plague. Blake stared down as tears weld up in his eyes, and Vincent frowned. "Don't tell me.." Vincent said and within a second Blake drew his gun and snatched Vincent up, his gun clicked as he held it to his head. "You bastard! Do not pretend it's so simple to get over! You just up and left."
Introduced as children Vincent and Blake grew up to be childhood friends when Blake came to the neighborhood at age ten. At the time Vincent was seven. They grew up, elementary, middle, and high school. In high school Blake found his new found attrction to guys, a time of experimenting and failure to find love. Vincent told Blake that no matter what he would always love him, Vincent and Blake began dating as soon as Vincent graduted Blake told Vincent his idea about going to the military. Blake was upset about the idea but was happy to see Blake persuing his dreams. Vincent and Blake moved into a one bedroom apartment as Vincent continued his college courses. Vincent inlisted and finished basic trainning, after three months of no contact they were re-united. Blake and Vincent were happy, until Vincent found out that Blake was to be shipped off acorss seas for a base camp. Blake promised to be home by christmas, while Blake constantly wrote Vincent ignored his letters. He began growing fond of a young red head in his history course. AS they hit it off, by the time christmas rolled around Blake opened the door eager to find Vincent waiting. Though to his surprise he found a small tabel tree, a green box wrapped in a red ribbon. As he opened the box it was all his letters in it, they all were not opened. Blake nearly in tears red the small envelope wrapped in silver ribbon. It read; "You gave me some of the happiest times of my life, but...i'm straight." Blake blindly sunk into depression, returning to the military with his new found problems. Him and Vincent lost all contact, and when the outbreak started Blake tried to find Vincent but no luck. Now years later, he has found his former lover.
Blake heard the gun click and dared to pull his trigger, but paused. Giving no second thoughts about the situation he lowered his gun. Released Vincent and turned to look at Cathrine with a look of hate. SHe was a far younger girl than him so he glared down at her. Vincent adjusted his shirt and simple rubbed his neck. Waving a hand to Cathrine to lower her gun. "He is'nt honestly a threat to me or anyone."
Cathrine lowered her gun as she stared directly back at Blake, though her look...different... Her amber eyes filled with betrayal, she had trusted Blake, and she knew that he knew Vincent was dear to her "Blake! How could you!? Vincent are you ok!?" She asked worriedly. Yes she seemed far too young, but she could handle a gun and shoot no problem, she just never had the courage like this to do so.
Blake grunted as he glared at Vincent over his shoulder. "You sicken me." He hissed and Vincent could only half way smile he looked to Cathrine. "I am fine, honestly. He only ruffled some feathers.." He spoke softly. "Blake reall is a nice guy." Blake wiped an eye with his back turned as he put his gun in it's holster and dared to walk away.
Vincent rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, telling all my business may not be good for being leader.." He chuckled and then looked at how upset she was and sighed. "Me and Blake here use to be lovers.." He said softly.
Blake lowered his gun and Vincent gave a deep sigh, forcing a fake chuckle. "Honestly I think we both deserve an ass kicking." Blake wiped at his face and put his gun back at his side. "Yeah whatever."