#god!ventus

[oddeyesyuya]

That darkness, it hurts so much. 

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@saoryemanoelle

[voidsdarkness]

"I-It was so scary, sir! So, so-so scary!" Ventus had been hiding his fear ever since he woke up, simply because his parents wouldn't understand. He needed to talk about it with someone else. With his Guardian Angel. "I-I saw a light... A-And there were swords all around me, they were so sharp! And... A-and I saw my hand, I think I was... Moving them? And then I said something and... A-and they went through me and it h-hurt, s-sir, it h-hurt even after I woke up, I-I swear I'm n-not lying-...!!"

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Vanitas had thoughs abandoning every little emotion of fear, anxiety, pain and agony would be good. For the favor of looking strong and proud, as he was meant to be. A being created for death and blood, for killing, filled with nothing but dark desires.

Vanitas couldn't be any more wrong.

Even this little child wasn't free from it's previous sins. From the huge amounts of pain Ventus had to endure before. The Angel hoped, believed, getting reborn into a new innocent human child could heal what's been done before. Nothing of that. And it hurt. Made the black winged creatures heart aching like hell.

Vanitas breathe starting coming out ragged, nearly forced as if he forced himself to breathe normally. Inhaling and exhaling as calm as possible. Ignoring those for now little bites of memories rushing through his already traumatised mind.

The older male had to be strong. At least for Ventus, if it wasn't for those dirtied humans. Hell, even if his God before always wished for his Angel to trust and see good in humans, it wasn't possible! The hell Ventus saw good in humans?! Was is those disgusting creatures stomping onto such beautiful flowers?? Doing it on purpose? Hurting little child's which haven't done anything wrong in this cruel world?!

Vanitas gritted sharp canins rather unconscious, showing off how sharp they actually looked compared to normal teeths and clawed slightly sharp nails into his tan hands palm. The Angels black feathers ruffled up in defensive for mere seconds.

No, Vanitas never would be able to, despite how much Ventus always wished for it to be. He couldn't.

Without further ado, Vanitas kneeled down onto his little ones height before taking Ven into both his arms and adding to this wrapped black wings around the smaller body, his free hand stroked through the Blonde boys soft hair. "I believe you Ven. I really do. Calm down, I'm here with you. I won't let this nightmare reach you again, I promise. You can sleep inside those wings you adore like Heaven, if you want to. It was nothing but a bad nightmare. Lately you went through a lot, Little one.", Vanitas started mumbling into golden locks he loved a lot, while holding the Child's body against himself closely.

The dark Angel never would trust any other Humans. Never. If it hadn't been for Ventus' previous control over his acts and behavior, Vanitas would have killed them without mercy long ago. Humans didn't deserve mercy, he learned. In some ways their kind only acted just liked some Gods did. Greedy. Blind. Arrogant. Emotionless.

And Vanitas hated them all, even to this day.

[voidsdarkness]

Hours had passed, Days even. Weeks. And it quickly turned into a whole month in which time Ventus still wouldn't wake up. Not even the slightest. Vanitas didn't care about time, didn't care to listen to his trusted Gods other Angels and simply turned out several mumblings.

Either about him or about how their own God wouldn't wake up ever again, wouldn't stand ever up. And honestly, it drove the dark winged Angel to the verge of just giving in to whatever had controlled him back there. Still to this very day, he only understood it was darkness. But how? How did it get into that collar?

But... The Blonde God destroyed it. That's what he felt at the very end. And yet...

In days like today it seemed to be, Vanitas simply sat would rest himself in Ven's beautiful garden with the other sleeping male cradled inside the Angels lap. Ever since that accident and fight Vanitas and Ventus had and after Ventus went unconscious, sleeping very deep, Vanitas made it his own task being that one Angel taking care of him.

All Day. All Night. No matter the weather, even though the probably younger creature didn't know much to nothing about the entire world, Vanitas figured above clouds there wouldn't be any bad weather besides cold winds or bright sunshine. And for this day, thankfully the warm sun warmed Vanitas feathers with it's sunlight. And beneath his own tan hand that slowly andes very carefully stroked over Ventus's cheeks, the black Angel managed to smile very little. The Gods skin felt warm.

There also were days when Vanitas simply laid them both down carefully, putting aside his pride for now. For Ventus. For only him. Because he'd always be the only person Vanitas ever listened to. Boundaries and rules were unknown to the black haired Boy. Growing up without any meant not needing any.

Vanitas actually looked down onto Ventus' sleeping face. Just like all days and weeks before, he would put his hand and one feather above his God's chest. Purple blue light started circling Vanitas body before in smooth movements, that healing energy went over into the older males body and disappear within it, healing the Gods body day to day, week to week.

But Vanitas didn't care. Even if he'd fall asleep, those black wings simply embraced Ventus into what looked like a black soft blanket, so he could continue resting and healing all the while.

@thedormantwind

[thedormantwind-blog]

Seeing Ventus hurt was bad. Seeing his trusted God coming 'home' but bleeding badly on his shoulder or his back equalled the worst. Vanitas couldn't see it, didn't wanted to understand why he'd always protect all those Angels even if they're strong enough. So the dark Angel had snapped, the negative energy leaking out of the collar promising sheer pain. Dark glowing markings circled along his neck up to golden eyes, which were sharply narrowed. He growled out low, blinded by the dark rage.

Ventus was aware of the risks of keeping Vanitas around.

He was a benevolent being. He had seen Vanitas' pain, felt his fear, touched his doubts. He knew Vanitas had been born in the Underworld and that alone made him dangerous. And yet Ventus kept him around because he knew there was more to him thsn darkness.

Of course, he still knew of the risks.

Wounded and bleeding from his fight against the creatures that attacked his realm, Ventus just wanted to return to his garden and heal. But now he couldn't. Someone was in the way. And right now this someone was a threat.

"Vanitas."

[thedormantwind-blog]

Vanitas admitted himself and openly, laying down like this was... comfortable. Warm. Something he'd never dreamed nor imagined to experience one day. But here the dark winged Angel was, finally gained enough trust and being comfortable around the God of Light to rest his head into Ventus' lap, looking up towards the other immortal male rather calm. A slight smile curved around Vanitas lips as warm fingers sometimes would stroke along the black Angels cheeks or soft feathers. It was... warm.

Ventus used to spend his afternoons in His garden. Ever since the God of Light came to be He took care of the flowers, loved their perfume and welcomed the cool wind that put them into a soft and beautiful dance. He'd often take His Angels there but never for too long for He too needed His time alone to gather His thoughts and clean His mind.

With Vanitas, however, things felt different. Ventus knew why; he knew just how much his being missed his other half, the half that was dead and would never come to be again. Having the dark Angel like this, to even touch his wings and face as gently as he managed, brought him solace. And he knew it brought the Angel solace too.

"The flowers are quiet today." Ventus said, closing His eyes to enjoy the feeling. "It seems the Heavens will be at peace for some time."