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[vanities-redemption]

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Vanitas stands over the body of the old him, the “figure” unconscious. At least, he assumes this figure was real, but no, Vanitas realizes sooner or later it had all been an illusion. One of Eros’ tests. Vanitas is panting softly as he clutched not only one, but two Keyblades in his hands. Both Keyblades were distinctively different, though they both had one commonality, a distinct light blue, unblinking eye, what those eyes meant were beyond him. One of the Keyblades he wielded was the same one the illusion fought with while the other...he didn’t recognize it from his memories.

“The door that was once closed to you...has been reopened.” Two voices spoke in unison when the illusion had struck him down. The voices of a teenage boy and a young girl. Vanitas looked down at the Keyblades with wide eyes. The Keyblades...what were their names... 

“...Void Gear...Salvation...” Vanitas finally mumbled their names. A smirk crossed his face and his red eyes lit up, finally. Finally, he knew their names.  They had come to him when he needed them the most too.

He then looked down at the illusion that had been created, he felt...sadness creep into his body. It looked exactly like his old self...

He looked up and narrowed his eyes on Eros. “Is this...what you wanted?” 

[dcmncd-blog]

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❝ You know Eros you never know when to take a hint do you...❞

[poiisonous-blog]

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The blonde glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. She could see something miserable within him. Everyone has it; and as savior she must reach for it, to RELIEVE him of it.

Her fingers moved with practiced delicacy, pouring a cup of tea containing the secret to happiness all her followers so diligently took. The cup was placed in front of him with a caring smile as she took her seat across from him, sipping her own untainted cup.

❝ Tell me ---  what’s on your mind ? ❞

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Living alone in a village you had once lived in with your sister, father and other fellow villagers still felt strange to the taijiya. As the years went by, time had helped ease his guilt and wounds of his own sins, if only slightly. It helped him come to the conclusion that he wanted to stay here, and hope to some day bring this place back to what it once was.

He'd left the village momentarily that afternoon, and could be seen standing by the river just outside. After getting a drink from it, he'd made himself comfortable, staring out at the waters. It didn't take long for his thoughts to wander.

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@lascivixuss || wanted some love

I honestly don’t know much at all about you or your muse, but that doesn’t make you any less awesome~

So far, from what I’ve seen on the dash from you, your writing is lovely and your muse seems to be fleshed out fully. You write interesting threads and your new icons are so beautiful~ I’m looking forward to getting some interactions going (and maybe even some ooc chatter?? I’m always up for making new friends) but for now, I’m happy to sit back and read all the great things that come from your blog :)

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If Zen had believed any production he might have participated in previously was difficult, such a thought had been swiftly discarded within the last few days. Really, he wasn’t above wishing he might smack his past self in the face and insist that he enjoy those shows — because hell was coming. Usually one to err on the side of the dramatic, he was inherently certain that such was not currently the case. From his seat in the back of the theater, Zen watched the director on stage snap the actors attempting to run lines. They had been doing quite well, in his opinion, though the director was caught up in the technical aspect of the scene ( emphatic pointing to a specific position on stage where the lead should stand almost cartoonish its ridiculousness ). It was almost painful to watch, even from the sidelines, particularly since he had been in their place only a few moments before. Whereas during most practices Zen had to be nearly dragged from the building at the day’s end, now he couldn’t contain his anticipation at the notion of leaving.

However, he was awaiting the arrival of a fellow castmate, one whom he had acted alongside many times before. Through the continual crossing of paths, a friendship of sorts had begun, and though he wasn’t inclined to vocalize it, he was grateful for the other’s presence. When the familiar silhouette finally made its way down the aisle towards him, Zen couldn’t push himself from his seat fast enough. “I need a fucking drink.” The sentiment was muttered under his breath, yet just loud enough that Eros might hear. “If that asshole yells one more time — “ As if on cue, the director’s voice cut through the sentence, causing a shudder of distaste to run down his spine. Laying a hand atop Eros’ shoulder, Zen walked them faster towards the exit. “Get me out of here before I kill him.”