#soulmate!verse

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“I…I really like you. A lot.” (soulmate verse here we go again)

“Ah--” Such a straightforward, innocent declaration of affection was certainly not what he was expecting. It was so innocent....a slight blush crossed his cheeks. Tentatively, he ran his fingers through his own hair, mumbling under his breath.

“I...like you a lot too, Vanitas. Of course. I thought the kissing proved that well enough.” He looked away, still damnably flustered.

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He sighed out, stepping forward. Apparently, his words hadn’t reached Vanitas--he was still glaring down at the Unversed, it’s head twitching as it looked him over. Vanitas looked ready to snap, and so Xehanort stepped forward, softly taking the other’s hand, even though his was holding his keyblade. He reached over the grip, holding it over the medal.

“It’s okay. Look, it’s not even attacking, Vanitas.” He murmured soothingly, taking another step and speaking into his ear, trying to get the other to refrain from destroying it--he knew that couldn’t feel too pleasant to Vanitas, since they were part of them. “It’s not a monster. You didn’t create something evil, so you’re not a monster either.” He tried to convince the other...

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He sighed, softly, running a hand through his hair. Vanitas’ barely repressed anger was palpable almost all the time, but sometimes he supposed it had to explode--hence, the snarling anger the boy was displaying at the moment.

“Vanitas, you must learn to control yourself better,” he spoke carefully and calmly. “Anger will attract my elder to you, and make you more likely to snap at him in return. Both of us are well aware that would not end well.” He shook his head.

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He almost couldn’t believe it--that his own elder self had done this, again, to Vanitas. That he himself, would one day swing down his keyblade with his own own, slicing his lover’s skin apart, leave him bruised and bloody and covered in scars of darkness. He didn’t want to believe it, and yet here was the proof sitting right in front of him.

Still, even if he couldn’t stop himself from doing this in his future, he could stop it from happening further in this present. He nodded, stern as ever, down at the boy.

“I do mean it. One of these days he may kill you, Vanitas. accidentally or intentionally. You’re not safe here. I should have taken you away to safety after the first half a dozen times I found you like this. I won’t allow it to continue. We need to leave.”

He had thought about it, before, so even though he didn’t have an exact plan of where to go, he did have some ideas. And he’d drag Vanitas kicking and screaming if he had to, just to make sure he was safe.

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💝💑💓 (he's not sure if he's doing this right)

💓 I can’t stop thinking about you

💑 I’m glad we’re together

💝  I like you as more than friends

“Hmm? Ah...I’m not sure what I did to deserve such praise...But I certainly don’t mind hearing you say these things, Vanitas.”

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“Oh? You are most certainly both of those things right now. Or, would you rather I didn’t think of you as cute, hmm?”

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He had always been a restless sleeper, so it was no surprise to him when, at the shifting of his bed, he’d woken up, blinking sleepily before he recognized the by now familiar form of Vanitas.

It wasn’t a situation he was completely unused to; when he’d been much, much younger, Eraqus had often crawled into his bed, plagued by nightmares, childish fears. This, though, was different...this was Vanitas, after all, and his gaze softened as he looked over the boy.

“...Mmm. Very well,” his own voice was slurred, since he was still half asleep. He flopped his head back on his pillow tiredly, still watching the other. He raised his hand slowly, running it through Vanitas’ hair as if to relax him.

“...Do you want to just sleep? Or talk?” He asked slowly, trying to articulate his tone better.

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Caroline Forbes is sitting in the middle of her newly purchased home, surrounded by what little possessions she'd managed to pack up from her home in Mystic Falls. (Beacon Hills, California is the furthest she could get away from Mystic Falls without actually leaving the country- and believe her, she tried- but a layover in California had her completely changing her plans and wandering around. Then driving into Beacon Hills, a feeling of right-ness and content filled her, and Caroline couldn't find it in her to leave. It was like she'd been led here and after finding a quaint little home, she decided to put down her first root by purchasing/compelling herself a home.)

So far, Beacon Hills proved to be a decent small town but not as active as Mystic Falls was. In Falls, everyone came together for every little event and included the whole town. But here in Hills, it seemed like the only thing the town came together for was the High School Lacrosse games. The town folk were curious about their newest addition but no-one approached her like they would have done back in Mystic Falls. And for that, Caroline was grateful.

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