#unholykeyblader

[dilutedaspirations]

@unholykeyblader

Please do not bully Vanitas. It's rude >:T

[stormingginger]

@unholykeyblader from here

!! Honey, the fuck you should have told me earlier!

-scoops Van up bridal style- I'm carrying your ass to bed, then I'll make you a potion tea.

[siblingsoflight]

"Pssst. Pspspspsps. Psssssst. ...[drops a fuzzy bunny-sized Flood on ur head] 8D [FLEES!]" ((you pick your muse!))

Sora reached and gently lifted the Flood from his head, confused. He set the creature in his lap, gently stratching its head.

"Vani, what are doing?"

[multif0rmed]

@unholykeyblader

He thought he'd have all Thirteen, that it would remain stable. But no, something had gone awry, unplanned, and he was left wondering what to do. But he knew back of his mind who would be the absolute perfect vessel; even though he also knew how much of a pain it would be. Even if it may or may not be true, he had always believed the boy had been one of the True Darknesses.. and that had always made a mix of negative emotions scour up to the surface. So here he was, believing he had actually found his old apprentice after all this time. A missing piece from what should have been in the first place - the boy properly by his side. As something owned.

Hell, he's confused too with events surrounding the darkling. The other had seemed to be sandwiched in-between realities at some point, even. He felt triumph as he stepped into the environment that had wrapped around him, feeling an easy smirk bloom onto his face. That same, messy black hair - he drank it in, feeling a bit of an insult at it, more than ever. It resembled his failed Thirteenth, afterall.

"Vanitas,'' the name spilling so easily from the elder's mouth. His boots scrapped forward, and his hands kept calmly behind his back. Old habits died hard - his hand subtly twitched, wanting to spawn is keyblade. "What a pleasure,'' the vibrations sounding like venom, but also sounding like he was greeting an old friend.

[guardiiadorata]

@unholykeyblader (cont.)

" Tch. So you're just worried for me? How nice of you. "

" But... nah, it only itches a lot. It's like-- it almost burns but you can't stop scratching. The wood you see is what I found under the skin. "

[scalysacrilege]

“I smell a soot sprite.”

@unholykeyblader

[dilutedaspirations]

@unholykeyblader

"Well." Opal pauses as she considers the question. Eventually, she offers a seat at the table and then gestures out to a doorway.

A person joins, eyes a piercing sterling blue and hair blonde that ends on almost too perfect dark shades. Their outfit is simple, but the one thing of true note is a choker with a black feather attached.

"This is my Keyblades and partner. Star, formally known as Familiar's Duty. Their old name was Starlight."

They look upon their guest, giving a slight bow.

"Hello."

[siblingsoflight]

"Who hurt you? I'll kick their ass."

"I'm fine, Vanitas. Just some heartless. I already took care of them...do we have any high potions and ice packs? Pretty sure I twisted my ankle."

With that, she tried to hobble away, only for her twisted ankle to give out, causing her to fall.