@giftedlegacy whispered: ❝ [ sleepy + reverse! ] ❞
soft interactions ! | accepting!
Now that the Unversed have been taken care of, Ventus should be on his way. He really should—but when Zack implores that he stay for the remainder of the afternoon so he isn’t singled out once Hercules and Phil have taken their leave, he can’t bring himself to say no.
For the better portion of an hour, they cross weapons and exchange all sorts of silly and witty remarks. It reminds him of his sparring sessions with Terra and Aqua, although the vast difference in power is completely removed from the equation. Rather than struggling to keep pace with a more experienced keyblade wielder, he finds himself on equal footing with Zack.
It’s refreshing. If fate had it, he’d love to train like this on the regular.
One thing leads to another and what was originally intended to be a short lived break in one of the shadier corners of the coliseum’s rim morphs into a full on lounging and story telling session. Unlike himself, Zack has been to a plethora of places in his pursuit of heroism. The more detail Ventus prompts the other boy to paint for him, the more his imagination goes into overdrive to insert himself into the environments of the tales that are being recounted—into the tales themselves.
When it is that he transitions from slumping against the darker haired teen’s side to resting his head in his lap is beyond him, but no motion is made on either of their ends to pull apart. If anything, they only shift to find more comfort in the position.
“Hey Zack,” the blonde mumbles, eyelids drooping. “When I come back—” It will be years before he attains his mark of mastery and Master Eraqus makes good on his promise to grant him more freedom. After all that time, will Zack remember someone as slight and insignificant as him? “—you’ll bring me along for an adventure, right?”
If he’s still awake to hear his response, his memory doesn’t salvage it.
