@midnightpapllion whispered: ‘ Alice paced quietly in front of Ven's door. Her rational thought was to just give him the letter personally but some thing in her told her not to. Heart racing, light colored eyes bore into the wooden door as the keyblade wielder battled with herself as what to do. Letting her emotions lead her actions fully was completely new territory. Quickly, she slid a letter under his door and headed back to her room. It was a confession. Of her feeling towards the blonde. And the emotions he gave her. ’
★⚟ unprompted | always accepting!
It’s only with a vague concern for what Master Yen Sid’s early summons has in store for him that Ventus goes about his typical morning routine, spitting into the sink, adjusting the suspenders cast across his chest and stretching his limbs with a yawn cleverly disguised as a squeak.
Just before he parts with his mirror, the boy takes note of the sleepy haze reflected within and administers a bracing pair of smacks to either side of his face.
Whatever the occasion, it has to be of utmost importance, and he has to be ready.
Making the most of the spark of determination that begins to stir inside of him, Ventus exits the bathroom and strides straight for the hallway, no pit stops accommodated for—at least until he spies something other than a scribble or yesterday’s clothes strewn across the floor. A blink later and the keyblade wielder is taking a knee to discover none other than a letter, folded up neatly within the confines of an elegantly decorated envelope.
Though he pulls somewhat of a guilty expression, considering just how pressed for time he is, his curiosity pins him and his thumbs down and the paper is tugged open almost mechanically before his eyes.
A little skim can’t hurt, can it? Any mission could wait an extra thirty seconds or so.
Only upon attempting to speed read the lettering does Ventus realize that it’s impossible. Not for its comprehensibility or his own tired eyes, but the topic he’s affronted with. Suddenly all too aware of the fingers he threaded through his spikes and left there, the harsh thumping in his chest and heat climbing all the way to the tips of his ears, he hastily closes the paper the same way it was creased originally, sucks in a deep, steadying breath, then pries it back open.
Its contents are the same. He didn’t imagine them. But what to do now? He’s never been on the receiving end of a written message like this before, much less the feelings stowed within.
Should he ask Terra? Or maybe Aqua? No. Either or would be mortifying, especially when Alice could stumble upon the exchange at any moment. Not to mention the fact that he’s got to be getting a move on. A heart to heart is a luxury his itinerary can’t accommodate for.
Then again—it only takes a moment, doesn’t it?
Fists clenched, Ventus bounds off his ankles like a firecracker, neglecting to close his bedroom door on his way up to the training hall, outside and then a little ways down the mountain path. By some miracle, his mad, seemingly thoughtless dash brings him to the very person he sought out. She’s standing beneath a particular tree on the roadside that’s always struck him as being a little bit taller than all the rest.
Their tree. He’s never thought of it that way until now, but that’s what it is, isn’t it? A powerful emotion he can’t identify flourishes at the thought.
“I... I knew I’d find you here,” he manages in the midst of slowing to a stop, planting his palms on his knees while he recovers. The spaces between thoughts are peppered with panting and laughter alike. “No idea why, but... my heart told me so.”
Even before he’s finished catching his breath, he lifts his head to meet his friend’s gaze, a shy, but gratified smile tugging at his lips.
“So... Master Yen Sid needs me. He says it can’t wait ‘til later. But I’m hoping all goes well and I’ll be back just in time for lunch. Then... if you feel like, we can talk—about this.”
To demonstrate what it is he's referring to with no margin for doubt, the blonde straightens his spine and showcases the letter, now thoroughly crinkled from being crammed into his back pocket. Whoops.
Still—he doesn't want to leave too much hanging in the air in his absence, and so, in a blatant refusal to let any misgivings palpitate, he makes yet another snap decision.
The butterflies congregating in Ventus’s stomach bat their wings at an accelerated pace, propelling him onto the tips of his toes for a chaste kiss to the curve of the girl's cheek—the very first he’s given, as far as his memory is concerned.
Even when he’s settled on the flats of his boots, he feels as if he’s flying. It would be nice if he could let himself get caught up in that feeling. Maybe—if he’s really lucky—Alice won’t mind letting him do that again later so he can see if it’s the lack of oxygen or her that’s setting him afloat.
“Heheh. Well... I’ve gotta run now,” he concludes with a toothy grin and a hand on the back of his head, taking a careful step backwards before making a break back to the forecourt. His haste is fueled in part by embarrassment, but mostly the biting realization that he’s kept Master Yen Sid waiting far longer than he intended. “Think about what you wanna eat, ‘kay? My treat!”
