@puruslumen continued from here
Meeting Ventus was less of a surprise for Vanitas. He had no problem knowing where Ventus was, after all, especially in a place like this. There were so few people and even less lightā¦Ventus stuck out like a sore thumb.
Heās lucky Iām the first to find him.
Water dripped off of the black coat Vanitas wore, as the rain continued to fall. His hood was up, but what hair was sticking out was soaked. It was clear heād been out here for some time.
āDidnāt expect you to end up in a world like this. Especially so soon after waking up, yeah?ā He grinned, but there was an oddness to it. It wasnāt quite the mad expression heād had the last time ā he almost seemed tired.
āToo bad your friends werenāt around to come pick you up. But I guess that wasnāt exactly an option.ā He clicked his tongue. āGood thing I found you, huh? Canāt exactly be fun, wandering around in the rain for days.ā
His tone was surprisingly casual, and he had yet to draw his Keyblade. For all the attacks heād made on Ventus in the past, he seemed to have no intention of doing so now.
Why wasnāt he attacking him? Why wasnāt he slinging insults? Why wasnāt he out to get him like he had been all those years ago? (it sure seemed like it had been years) He was dressed different, clad in a black coat and out of that suit that was made it look like the darkness was fused with his skin. His mask was lowered, guard still there. He was still Vanitas, Ventus could tell that much but it was as if the flow of time had moved in such a way that it had been crushing for the other boy.Ā
He was speaking so strangely too. There was no feeling of belonging or the possessiveness that had been there in years prior. No overwhelming feeling to defend himself even with Vanitas sayingĀ such things as he was about him friends. There was something about it that Ventus wanted to take offence to but at the same time he just couldnāt.Ā
It felt like Vanitas was his only clue to ever finding his lost family and heād be missing a huge opportunityĀ if he continued to hold onto a grudge. There was so much he felt lost about. So much he didnāt know.Ā
His shoulders slumped. Eyes locked to the ground as he thought about; thought about how his memory was back to the scattered hazy mess it once was and how his head hurt when he mulled on it too hard. Last thing he could remember was trying to off himself in the name of taming said Darkness in order to save his friends but he could remember little of his adventures outside of the Land of Departure when he left to find them the first time. He worked so hard to regain his memories and now they were gone again.
On top of which his body was so exhausted from his comatose state he was having trouble with spells he used to cast with ease and honestly he was having trouble staying awake.Ā
He could use a familiar face and Vanitas wouldnāt kill him right? They were the same person after all.Ā
āVanitas...ā He started with a sigh, the other boyās name feeling awkward on his tongue when spoken so calmly.Ā ā...Have you been...have you been awake this entire time?āĀ
He looked up, locking eyes with the other, fear flickering in ocean blues as he forced himself to continue.Ā āHow long...have I been asleep?āĀ
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