"How much closer could I be, brother?"

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[oddeyesyuya]

"Sir." The small one pulled at his supposedly Guardian Angel's clothes. "Do you know God?"

Vanitas froze for one moment, his muscles clenched tightly. He didn’t expect such question coming, not at all if the Angel to be honest. So why now? Why all this sudden? The dark Angel disliked getting remembered those painful memories of what happened long ago a lot.

But his little Boy wasn’t to blame. In fact, Vanitas gave himself fault for this in some ways more or less. Perhaps getting remembered over and over again served as punishment. Just like he was used to it. The dark Angels front and longest feathers slightly ruffled up to sharp uncomfortable spiky feathers.

Still, the black winged Angel willed himself to cage away such emotions, he wouldn’t need them anyway.

Vanitas kneeled down onto Ventus’ height, gold eyes softened their gaze by the sight of his innocent sunshine. “Yes… I was Gods closest and best guardian. I’ve known him for many centuries. But some day he.. vanished. You see, Gods can’t die but… When Mortals start to forget the Gods, they’re starting to fade away slowly.”

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By this point Vanitas has grown silent, even if now without the ability to hide these weird unnecessary emotions anymore, raw and still fresh pain displayed in both golden eyes. Which stared back right at Ventus. He couldn’t lie to the little one, he never would do.

Angels shouldn’t lie to anyone, no matter who or what is was. But was that one born with pitch black wings an Angel in the first place? Vanitas himself didn’t believe in it anymore…

Yes, after his God killed himself centuries ago already, Vanitas couldn’t restrain all those emotions anymore. They were too much. And the end of this song had ended terrifying…

Vanitas slowly shook his head of spiky dark hair to make Ventus understand. “…No. I was wrong. These aren’t my memories. You wouldn’t… wouldn’t be able to bear them in your so young body. No, I never killed someone. Angels aren’t allowed to kill. But…”, he started explaining in a voice filled with regret and sorrow, restrained anger and hate for himself and humanity hidden beneath it.

“…I couldn’t protect my God. That’s something I won’t ever be able to forgive myself. It’s my fault that he’s gone. And you, little sunshine… ” And finally by this point, a lone single tear started flowing down from Vanitas golden eye down towards his chin.

“You look so much like him. Every time I look at your innocent sweet face, I see him. And perhaps because you look so, so much like my God this is the reason you dream about what happened in his Life until… that, happened.”, the Angel told hin rather shaking.

Slowly one or two fingers touched against the Angels black cold collar. “… I miss him, so much. It hurts living like this again.”

Ventus’ features changed the moment he saw that single tear escape his Guardian Angel’s eyes. As scared as he felt because of his nightmare, something in him screamed for him to reach for the Angel and to care for him, as if someone from the past spoke in a language only he could understand, gave him memories only he could have!

The young child took quick steps towards the dark angel, stopping before him and taking his free hand in his, his small fingers closing around the older male’s hands. He squeezed Vanitas’ hand tight, a reassuring squeeze, and looked up to him. The little boy’s blue eyes glimmered, showing a tint of green inside them that soon disappeared as whatever dared to try and wake up had subsided. 

It was not the right time. Not yet. The God within him still had to heal, to grow. But for now He lay asleep, until He could wake up again.

“Don’t cry.“ Ventus whispered, standing on the tip of his toes. “Please, don’t cry. It was not your fault. I’m sure you did all you could. I… I can feel it in my heart. You did all you could.“

He looked down, to Vanitas’ collar, and then back to him again. “You said Gods can’t die. So… Wherever he is, I’m… I’m sure he misses you too, sir. I know it.” He repeated, his seriousness very unexpected for someone his age.

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The dark Angel actually couldn’t tell what exactly started blooming inside his cooled and sorrow filled soul and heart, as soon the little child, his little sunshine, embraced Vanitas without thinking about it, wrapping two arms around his taller body the best he could.  Something, Vanitas thought to himself. It was warm. It felt... good. Comforting. As if all that sorrow and grief started to fade away, the longer their embrace lasted. Vanitas’ slightly pointed ears twitched a little. Once. Then twice. He knew even some creature like himself got some line which shouldn’t get crossed. Yet it did, in an instant almost.  Ventus’ words reached Vanitas heart and soul probably deeper than the blonde child was aware of. Tears stinged behind golden eyes, filled with deep sorrow and guilt. The dark clothed Angel just knew they were tears. That cold metal collar surrounding his smooth sun burned neck didn’t react. Not ever since Vanitas found Ventus again. That adorable, so so innocent sunshine...  Without hesitation and unable to keep those unusual feelings and emotions inside his very Soul and Heart any longer, the taller and way older Angel fell down onto both knees, which thankfully wouldn’t start hurting or anything else. Ven’s grassy garden prevented the pain from coming ever.  Pure and silver shining tears ran down Vanitas’ shut down eyes, down slightly sun kissed cheeks and nrushed the Angels little Sunshines skin as well. He sobbed in deep tones, literally crying out to the Human World what amount of pain, hatred, rage, grief, sorrow and guilt the dark winged Angel kept inside over the last decades.  ‘‘I-I.... I do. I miss him very much. It tears my heart apart, it’s so painful.’‘, the older male whispered cracking. Black feathered wings ruffled up their warm feathers in response. 

[oddeyesyuya]

"Sir." The small one pulled at his supposedly Guardian Angel's clothes. "Do you know God?"

Vanitas froze for one moment, his muscles clenched tightly. He didn’t expect such question coming, not at all if the Angel to be honest. So why now? Why all this sudden? The dark Angel disliked getting remembered those painful memories of what happened long ago a lot.

But his little Boy wasn’t to blame. In fact, Vanitas gave himself fault for this in some ways more or less. Perhaps getting remembered over and over again served as punishment. Just like he was used to it. The dark Angels front and longest feathers slightly ruffled up to sharp uncomfortable spiky feathers.

Still, the black winged Angel willed himself to cage away such emotions, he wouldn’t need them anyway.

Vanitas kneeled down onto Ventus’ height, gold eyes softened their gaze by the sight of his innocent sunshine. “Yes… I was Gods closest and best guardian. I’ve known him for many centuries. But some day he.. vanished. You see, Gods can’t die but… When Mortals start to forget the Gods, they’re starting to fade away slowly.”

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And once more lots and lots of way too strong emotions and feelings emerged from within the dark Angels heart and soul, rushed their way up towards his collar and inside it. Vanitas had to suppress any violent shudders or reactions from showing themselves outside.

This wasn’t good at all. The way older boy of both wasn’t good by hiding such emotions, never learnt how to do it even once. He blinked once. Silently inhaled a longer breathe. And hell, it ached badly. Just hearing things from the past was enough for Vanitas himself. Even stronger since his existence never served to feel positive or painful emotions like these in the first place.

Vanitas hated it.

The black winged Angel slowly extended out his hand to cup Ven’s cheeks, so he could turn these blue eyes towards his own. Fine yet sharp nails traced soft baby skin. “…They can hear Mortals. And sometimes Mortals hear them. Usually Gods don’t speak to Humans that… often. They can’t. Unless they’re getting down onto your very earth themselves, but-… ’, Vanitas stopped for one moment to suppress another violent stab through his very being.

“I think this was indeed just a bad dream. You never would do something like this little Sunshine. Right? Don’t worry much about it. Maybe… Maybe it’s because I am with you and… some of my memories display in your dreams without the intention to it.”

“But… B-But you said God vanished. That you couldn’t find him. And now you tell me he can talk to people?“

Ventus was nervous and scared. Everything that had been happening lately, all of these dreams, nightmares, thoughts that didn’t belong to him… No to mention the actual, literal pain he felt after the dream with those light swords. The voice in the back of his head told him their name, called them his Wingblades, but he wasn’t even sure who that voice belonged to!

As a child, he should’ve dismissed his worries at Vanitas’ words. But he wasn’t any child and despite being little his heart hosted way more power than a human’s… Because he wasn’t even human in the first place!

“A-and what do you mean your memories? You… Did God… Did God say these words to you? Did he say you…? D-Did…“ He was growing hysterical and took a step back. “D-Did you kill someone??“

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By this point Vanitas has grown silent, even if now without the ability to hide these weird unnecessary emotions anymore, raw and still fresh pain displayed in both golden eyes. Which stared back right at Ventus. He couldn't lie to the little one, he never would do.

Angels shouldn't lie to anyone, no matter who or what is was. But was that one born with pitch black wings an Angel in the first place? Vanitas himself didn't believe in it anymore...

Yes, after his God killed himself centuries ago already, Vanitas couldn't restrain all those emotions anymore. They were too much. And the end of this song had ended terrifying...

Vanitas slowly shook his head of spiky dark hair to make Ventus understand. "...No. I was wrong. These aren't my memories. You wouldn't... wouldn't be able to bear them in your so young body. No, I never killed someone. Angels aren't allowed to kill. But...", he started explaining in a voice filled with regret and sorrow, restrained anger and hate for himself and humanity hidden beneath it.

"...I couldn't protect my God. That's something I won't ever be able to forgive myself. It's my fault that he's gone. And you, little sunshine... " And finally by this point, a lone single tear started flowing down from Vanitas golden eye down towards his chin.

"You look so much like him. Every time I look at your innocent sweet face, I see him. And perhaps because you look so, so much like my God this is the reason you dream about what happened in his Life until... that, happened.", the Angel told hin rather shaking.

Slowly one or two fingers touched against the Angels black cold collar. "... I miss him, so much. It hurts living like this again."

[oddeyesyuya]

"Sir." The small one pulled at his supposedly Guardian Angel's clothes. "Do you know God?"

Vanitas froze for one moment, his muscles clenched tightly. He didn’t expect such question coming, not at all if the Angel to be honest. So why now? Why all this sudden? The dark Angel disliked getting remembered those painful memories of what happened long ago a lot.

But his little Boy wasn’t to blame. In fact, Vanitas gave himself fault for this in some ways more or less. Perhaps getting remembered over and over again served as punishment. Just like he was used to it. The dark Angels front and longest feathers slightly ruffled up to sharp uncomfortable spiky feathers.

Still, the black winged Angel willed himself to cage away such emotions, he wouldn’t need them anyway.

Vanitas kneeled down onto Ventus’ height, gold eyes softened their gaze by the sight of his innocent sunshine. “Yes… I was Gods closest and best guardian. I’ve known him for many centuries. But some day he.. vanished. You see, Gods can’t die but… When Mortals start to forget the Gods, they’re starting to fade away slowly.”

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The child opened his mouth in pure amazement. His Guardian Angel was the closest to God Himself?? Ventus’ eyes shone and he stared to the angel without even flinching for a moment, taking in the information.

But then, just like that, all of his excitement vanished and he frowned, holding his hands together and staring down to his feet. As if afraid. Avoiding Vanitas’ soft gaze.

“Can… God speak to humans… Like angels do? Like you speak to me?“ Ventus asked, still looking down. “I had another dream. And… There was this blond guy. I couldn’t see his face though. But he was so familiar to me…“

Ventus looked up, not to Vanitas but to the sky, to the clouds that moved in a tortuously slow dance above them. “And he… Screamed at me. Said I was guilty. That I… He…”

His chest felt heavy all of a sudden. The little boy, reminded of how scared he had felt, reminded of how real it all felt, finally mustered strength to look to his Guardian Angel and it was with a very trembly sigh that he spoke.

“H-He said that I killed him.“

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And once more lots and lots of way too strong emotions and feelings emerged from within the dark Angels heart and soul, rushed their way up towards his collar and inside it. Vanitas had to suppress any violent shudders or reactions from showing themselves outside.

This wasn't good at all. The way older boy of both wasn't good by hiding such emotions, never learnt how to do it even once. He blinked once. Silently inhaled a longer breathe. And hell, it ached badly. Just hearing things from the past was enough for Vanitas himself. Even stronger since his existence never served to feel positive or painful emotions like these in the first place.

Vanitas hated it.

The black winged Angel slowly extended out his hand to cup Ven's cheeks, so he could turn these blue eyes towards his own. Fine yet sharp nails traced soft baby skin. "...They can hear Mortals. And sometimes Mortals hear them. Usually Gods don't speak to Humans that... often. They can't. Unless they're getting down onto your very earth themselves, but-... ', Vanitas stopped for one moment to suppress another violent stab through his very being.

"I think this was indeed just a bad dream. You never would do something like this little Sunshine. Right? Don't worry much about it. Maybe... Maybe it's because I am with you and... some of my memories display in your dreams without the intention to it."

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"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.

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As soon as the older male walked to him, Ventus gave him his brightest smile. The five year old boy promptly stood up, no even saying 'Hi' and instead grabbing Vanitas by his hands, pulling him. "Sir, Sir, there's a new one, come see, come see!" He beamed, bouncing like the happy child he was and pointing to another flower in the distance.

Vanitas couldn’t hide the little but bright smile when Ventus in child form pulled the much taller and stronger Angel along out to the little ones garden, gladly followed him without complaining so he could see those new flowers too.

It warmed Vanitas usually dark and hollow heart to see his former God, now as child, innocent. Young. Without care, without pain. He couldn’t really describe what that feeling was called. But it felt.. warm. And Vanitas was grateful for it, secretly. Some very little parts of the Angels feathers fell off and float through the air, before they landed on Vens grassy garden.

“Alright alright little one, I’m coming. You saw some very interesting flowers this time? Even more beautiful than your blue favourites, Ventus? Okay then, I wanna see them too. Especially since you take care of them.”, Vanitas replied, golden eyes shining warm through the sun and warm feelings they carried inside.

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Vanitas inhaled a deep breathe a little sharper than he intended to previously, hoping his little one wouldn’t notice it. Because these words, such innocent and yet dark painful words pierced the black Angels heart like an arrow made out of ice. And it hurt, more than he thought. So for one moment Vanitas didn’t reply, at least not right away.

Memories flooded his mind. When Ventus and Vanitas laid in the Gods garden, the Angel resting on his Gods lap, enjoying those warm fingers stroking over the edges and skin of his feathers. Memories of Ventus starting to tell Vanitas about the beauty of Nature, about how every being in this world could indeed talk. Animals, Plants, nature itself.

A single tear threatened to leak out of golden bright eyes. As fast as possible without showing much hints, Vanitas suppressed it. The older Boy was glad Ventus didn’t ask about his black collar because of their weird symbols on it. Honesty, he wouldn’t know any answer to that. Not yet.

Since he’d promised Ventus to try his best and get more control, the dark creatore smiled as warm he could. For Ven. Especially when the little boy touched the outstretched wing.

“Of course they will grow very beautiful. And, someone very… precious and loved to me told me once. That flowers could talk but I would need to learn how to listen you know. But” Vanitas started and with one finger, he touched his little ones heartspot. “If your heart tells you things like these, it is true. Trust me.”

Now, the black winged Angel carefully started to spread out both wings a little more, to show Ventus how powerful those wings were actually. “I’ve got a better idea. How ‘bout I will take you on a flight through the Sky? This way you could feel it directly.”, he suggested, calm and slightly more patient than the past.

“Someone precious? Ah! Is it another Angel? Can I meet them?“ Ventus asked, smiling up at his friend with innocence. When Vanitas pointed to his heart, he giggled. “Really? So I’ll keep believing, sir! Not just flowers, animals too! They all can talk ‘cause I listen! Right?“

The small boy looked around, taking a good look at the small garden he had taken care of for months. It was unusual for a child to stay there for so long. All the other children in the village were playing but Ventus always woke up early so he could take care of his flowers. Even when his parents told him to go home, he truly didn’t want to. Nature called for him. Light called for him. 

And it was only natural.

Ventus gasped loudly and stared to Vanitas with wide eyes. “Wha- Really??? You mean it?? Can you take me flying, can I see the sky, can I see things from high up??” He was literally bouncing as he spoke, looking at the clouds with the happiest smile! “You’ll take me? Can you, sir?? Mom says I’m a good boy ‘cause I behave, so I promise I’ll behave, I promise!!!”

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"No, it... Ah, not exactly. It wasn't another Angel. But something way stronger than an Angel can be. Sadly. Stronger than any humans could be. It was something the Humans don't believe existing that much you see?", Vanitas explained to his little Boy with the strongest and softest smile such dark being like him could muster up.

But inside his now healing heart, there was a storm raging inside. All feelings and thoughts twirling together, especially in such innocent voice. Of course Ven still would've dreams about all this. Even though his former God tried killing himself, it just wasn't possible to erase all memories and hope they wouldn't return. At least that's what Vanitas once read in his Gods temple. Of course he would...

Actually the dark winged Angel kneeled down to be on Vens little height, so he wouldn't appear dangerous or threatening. For Ventus only, that was. He wouldn't care if it's happened to someone else, no questions asked. Golden soft eyes unlike their cold deadly stare towards other beings watched this little blonde blooming up, just like a little child should. At least that's how Ventus told children would grow up. So it had to be true, right?

"Well, since you're indeed a stubborn little but brave boy, I think you deserved some reward. So how about it? You can see your blooming gardens from very high above. Don't worry, I will make sure you won't fall down. Just hold on tight with your arms, alright Ven?", the black Angel asked one more time, just to be absolutely sure and to assure his little one there was nothing to be scared of.

All of a sudden Vanitas took the child into his child, lowered both wings for at least a few seconds and placed him in between two black feathered wings, to sit and hold on. After this was done, the Angel smirked even if he didn't know how to handle that large assault of Light and positive feelings yet, but it felt good. That's what mattered.

"Best would be you put your arms around my neck Little one. You know, I don't want the wind blasting you away."

Because Vanitas after this started to swing his powerful wings at the same time. Dirt and petald and grass started swirling away from blows of wind. As smooth and carefully he could, the Raven haired creature took off high above what was called the Village and flew around the Sky freely, above some rivers and forests nearby. Cold gentle wind stroked the Angels soft feathers and caressed Ventu' hair.

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The moment Vanitas had returned back around late midnight, he felt a little exhausted despite him being the only Angel along all the other pure ones which wouldn't get exhausted that fast. But he was, landing in the entrance of Ventus' temple with light steps before the black winged Angel dropped onto one knee while his bow slipped out of the Boys hand and against those tiles. This mission however was a lot harder than any mission other Angels did. His wings dropped themselves a little.

These were dark times. Humanity was destroying itself and even His pure Light hadn’t been able to contain the deep, destructive darkness humans were feeding. The countless monster born from their rage and hatred were too many but thankfully until now they had been able to destroy all of them.

Only after He made sure everyone was safe did He return to his temple. He could feel darkness approach again, but this one was familiar and dear to Him. It wasn’t an uncontrollable one. Instead, it had taken the form of an Angel and therefore had means of surviving and growing light in His heart.

Ventus flew to where Vanitas stood, stopping before him and touching his shoulder with soft, gentle fingers. “I have seen you fight. You truly are one of a kind, Vanitas. Be proud of yourself!” 

He helped him up, checking for any wounds. Those weren’t too deep but clearly the Angel was tired. Ventus smiled at him.

“Welcome home!”

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Vanitas clearly couldn't complain about what happened in that mission or how exhausted he felt just a few seconds ago. Because Ventus' touch let it disappear with time. As if any exhaustion never existed in the first place. As if it'd never been there. And it felt good, but he wouldn't admit that in front of someone else. Not even Ventus.

At least not yet.

Vanitas did trust his God so far, to the point of slowly obeying orders if they came from Ventus. Sadly this wouldn't work for the others like Ventus' pure Angels. On some or rather most days out of all, the black winged creature would start serious fights, going into aggressive fits which didn't make any sense because there wouldn't be reasons for it. Simply his own reactions and instincts screaming out they could fuck off to somewhere else and leave the lone Angel alone.

Tired golden sharp eyes looked up into the God of Lights bright happy eyes, the edges of his own mouth going up for a few seconds. At least it made the Blonde Boy happy. He'd grown very precious to his heart, as the only person accepting such dark being around here probably.

For a second Vanitas gave a gaze down onto that pitch black collar, it's letters shining green with soft light glowing on it. Before all the Angels attention went up towards his trusted God.

"I doubt your other pure Angels would have been able fulfilling this mission. For that shitty hard one, I guess now we are even ever since you... You granted me another choice. Just see it as paying back to you.", Vanitas lightly grumbled.

Of course the Angel didn't meant such words evil nor harsh. Their tired undertone confirmed how tired Vanitas must've been. Which got even more confirmed when, in very rare moments of himself getting it guard down only slightly, the darker being slowly leaned it against Ventus body to just rest. To close golden eyes for a little while. Black large wings rest itself against Vanitas' back and their front feathers tickled Ventus arm.

"I'm tired Ventus... It was exhausting, fighting them all off... Let me rest."

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Work had been exhausting like hell. Usually the dark haired boy would stay awake, gulping down another coffee to not fall asleep and spend some more time with his very precious Boyfriend Ventus. This time however, he'd kissed Ven on the lips to say I'm back, but soon after collapsed over the slightly younger boys lap with a black haired head resting inside it and golden eyes closed. Vanitas took the closest blanket to him, to cover his and his lovers body. Slightly snuggled closer for warmth.

Ventus had been expecting him to arrive. He had made them dinner - and knew Vanitas would love the fried chicken! - but when Vanitas got home and found Ventus still laying on the bed the shared, the blond barely had time to talk to him-

“Welcome ba-“

-and he was already laying on top of him,pulling the covers up. Ventus smiled and put his arms around him, stroking his hair and letting him rest.

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A tired groan was to be heard from beneath Ventus' warm hands which stroked the other and older Boys hair calming. Vanitas couldn't resist to say he loved times like these, would even call it their Highlight from the entire day. Work always sucked, it was boring and the only thing Vanitas ever did was waiting for going home and simply enjoy his boyfriends presence.

Like right now. Another tired yawn escaped Vanitas' throat. Oh, Ventus again gave sharp attention to what his favourite food was, there was a very familiar scent in the air of the two Boyfriend's living room. After all, their home wasn't that big. But big enough so two adults could live in.

Even though the older Boy felt tired and lazy, Vanitas still turned around to head once more, to greet his lover fully without knocking away just like this. Actually, without shaking away Ventus' warm hand stroking spiky black strands, he leaned upwards and pressed a soft kiss on the Blondes lips, before a skirk appeared on his lips.

"Guess I should be sorry for feeling like a lazy piece of bullcrap. Work takes deepest shit on my poor nerves, don't wanna deal with these idiots anymore. Sorry 'bout that Ventus.", Vanitas spoke against his Boyfriends lips and then simply leaned his head against a warm chest, a soft sigh escaping now warm lips.

"Also what kind of Boyfriend would I be to not eat that precious dinner you made for us Ventus? You know I can smell that. No fucking way I'll go sleep now.", he grinned through hungry eyes. Just the thought of Ventus making them both Dinner despite how late he'd come home warmed the older mans heart.

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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

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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]

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Vanitas didn’t know how to react at first, didn’t know what to feel when Ventus rushed over himself. Coming closer with each step until suddenly the God was there. His body shuddered uncontrolled, trembling by it’s own conflict between positive and negative emotions.

Which the last one of both always broke through anyway. There was no chance a dark creature like himself would feel positive and good emotions ever, because why should it? There wasn’t much to be happy about in the Angels life, nothing he could perhaps smile a little besides seeing Ventus safe and happy especially when the God took care of his flowers. Vanitas couldn’t even remember why and how he was brought into this world.

Memories like these were blurry, yet honestly Vanitas couldn’t care less about it. They simply didn’t matter anymore. Nonetheless, sharp agonizing pain shoot through his entire body once Ventus touched the collar once and even seemed to burn his hand. The black Angel couldn’t mask his shocked and fearful expression this time. Slightly panicked and confused golden eyes watched Ven when he stood this close to him.

And Vanitas… He felt calmness starting to overcome that tornado of negative emotions inside his heart, felt a spot of bright Light trying to break through whatever darkness was lingering inside that stupid collar, their letters very slowly turned back into a beautiful green.

But he could and sense how much Ventus used his powers on him, which was why his eyes widened even more before shutting down closely. And him himself gritted those sharp canins.

Don’t do it.

In a rush of stronger emotions all on once, all of sudden the dark winged Angel leaking very rare and yet so pure tears. From desperation, fear of losing this God Vanitas started to trust and like. Fear of being alone again. He wasn’t worth saving. Not at all.

“V-Ventus stop, don’t do it! Don’t waste your energy on me and g-get away! I’m not worth saving!”, Vanitas stuttered out trembling, his voice starting to crack slightly as if he truly would be on the verge to cry for the first time in front of someone. Especially Ventus. Vanitas just couldn’t understand.

Hence why he clawed his hands into the Blonde’s shoulder, clinging onto him as if he’d put his entire miserable life in Ventus’ life. There was no reason for him to sacrifice himself, not for Vanitas. Not for some creature born in the underworld, trying to kill these other pure Angels and even attacked the God of Light.

“I-I’m not worth saving, Ventus. I’m not! I tried killing you! Tried ripping apart your other pure Angels unlike myself, there isn’t anything good inside me! Anything positive! You-…! You’re supposed to protect them! B-But… Not me Ventus. Don’t do it-… ”, Vanitas finally gave in to these sudden positive emotions like Fear, Anxiety, Sorrow and just being scared to lose Ventus. Scared to lose that one person, which took a place in the Angels dark heart.

As if destiny would’ve wanted to give them both rather life, when the Angels tears dropped down onto his collar, it’s aggressive purple color started turning back into shining green very slowly, making Ventus light stronger than darkness.

His heart was pouding in his ears, thoughts and feelings spiraling in his mind, reaching down to his very soul as he pulled himself together so he could give it all to Vanitas. As Vanitas spoke, crying, begging him to stop, all He could think of was that He couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.

Vanitas might think He was keeping him around only so He’d be whole, but that wasn’t true. Ventus would never use another being like this, not even for His own sake. No, Vanitas was his own being, a powerful and independant being. Someone special; Someone important, someone worthy. And nothing would make Him think otherwise.

“Vanitas…“ Ventus called, but His voice came out much weaker than He expected it to. It was getting to him; the blood loss from his prior battles, the wounds and exhaustion, and a whimper of pain escaped his lips as the sharp claws dug into his skin, teared into his shoulder muscles. He was growing paler by the minute and even in the heat of their fight He could now feel His hands starting to shake. Something was running down his face and he was right when he imagined it was blood. His eyes, blue bright eyes, were quickly turning hollow and His breathing quickened, the sudden lack of air getting to Him.

“Vani… tas…“

His legs were about to give in and yet He didn’t stop. He continued, forced Himself to stay awake, forced Himself to destroy that dark energy once and for all. And it was then that Vanitas’ tears started and Ventus realized, with deep relief, he was fighting back.

“You’re still here… You’re still… Here, d-don’t… Don’t give in to it… V-Van…“

Ventus clutched at his chest with his free hand, opening his mouth to try and breathe better to no avail. With His last bit of strength, Ventus reached for Vanitas’ face, touching it gently, stroking the Angel’s tear strained cheeks just as His eyes lost the light in them.

“S… Shhhh…. It’s… It’s…. Al..right…” Ventus whispered, a weak smile on His lips, and stood still just enough to observe His light become stronger than the darkness. Then, and only then, He let go of his dearly beloved Angel and fell on his knees, still holding onto Vanitas for one second before he fell to the ground, no longer moving.

[voidsdarkness]

That was the last straw it took for Vanitas to calm down fully from zero to hundred, even within seconds. When Ventus" Light and energy finally broke that darkness inside his collar, it's letters returned back to a shiny green color, dark energy lines disappeared from above the Angels skin and out of both eyes, letting them return to piercing gold.

Even the Raven haired boys black wings settled back their ruffled and bristled feathers, as if them standing up was just due to the storm of emotions raging inside Vanitas heart. Suddenly, there wasn't any darkness in his mind, before shiny golden eyes. No hot burning fire crawling above the Angels tan skin, piercing it like thousands of needles stabbing again and again.

It was... Away.

At the same time Vanitas felt something heaving against his own body for at least a few seconds and then seemed... to lift away again. But what was it...? What was-...?

Ventus.

Ventus, his trusted God, the only person in this disgusting cruel world laid there on the ground before him, blood tickling down his eyes to the chin. Shock, confusion and fear took over Vanitas mind, letting the only dark winged Angel in this world act out of instinct as he dropped to his knees, immediately cradled the God of Light in his Lap.

Shaky hands didn't stop inspecting Ventus several bleeding wounds, while he wasn't able to stop that river of positive emotions running through his very veins and mind. He wasn't able calling forth rage or hatred, Vanitas noticed. Something blocked it. That collars letters glowed softly green, unlike their color before.

"V-Ventus... Ventus! What's wrong?? W-Wake up... I beg you. Wake up!", the Angel gave all his attention only to said Blonde creature laying down on his own lap. Angelic tears actually dropped down along golden eyes over tan cheeks and stopped at Vanitas' chin, until single tears dropped down onto Ventus' cheeks or forehead.

He felt so sorry, so guilty. It ate away what was left of Vanitas pride, more or less. In this moment it wasn't important anymore, the dark creature noticed. Now he'd remembered, even if it felt like blurred parts.

He had hurt Ventus. Couldn't control his emotions anymore, couldn't control himself fully when the Angel saw Ventus hurt and bleeding. He didn't deserve living after all. He hadn't deserved being saved, he wasn't worth it. But Ventus was.

Without further thinking and while still under pure tears, Vanitas cradled Ventus inside his two bruised yet tan arms and stood up, his legs trembled under piercing pain from the Wingblades attacking him before. But that wasn't important. It didn't matter. Two black wings stretched wide and started giving strong movements, taking himself and Ventus away from the ground.

He would bring the God to his garden. Would take care of Ventus all day, all night. No matter how long. Vanitas now realized for the first time how important someone could be to him, how it felt when his dark heart felt something different besides negative emotions.

Vanitas cared for his beloved God. With his entire cold heart. Which now started melting.

[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]

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The moment Ventus hit that black collar, a huge painful ache pulsated through Vanitas heart. The Angel suppressed any sounds of pain ever, even in this state he seemed too proud giving in to any strong uncalled emotions like agony or anxiety. He just didn’t.

And yet, Vanitas remained in that position, one clawed hand holding above his hearts spot almost on instinct. As if he could protect it while doing this. Black wings made some stronger movements, their soft yet strong feathers bristled their skin uncomfortable.

Being so close and wide opened to Ventus, the Gods bright close clearly showed taking it’s effect on the dark winged creatures. The God of Light wasn’t wrong.

While holding his chest still, the black blue lines of dark energy circling up the Angels neck and face started to disappear the same moment that collars letters turned back into beautiful glowing green, just like these corrupted looking eyes gained back his piercing gold.

Vanitas knew he had to use this moment of calmness, so when raised his head and stared at Ventus. And stared. And still stared, until he widened both eyes a little more. To express how shocked his expression had to look like. There were so many things running wild inside the Creatures head, too much to take all on once.

“V-Ventus… Did I-…?”, Vanitas started stuttering through his voice sounded exhausted. Pained. Guilty. Then, he’d remembered why trying to say something in the first place. With another sharp inhale, the raven haired male continued under shudders. “T… The collar, t-ta… take it off, Ventus! H-Hurry!”, Vanitas exclaimed, golden sharp eyes looking straight into the Blondes blue greenish ones.

Whenever the energy and emotions tried getting stronger once more and taking advantage of his confused mind, the Raven forced it away with what looked like clawing one of his hands into a slightly bare chest, to stay in control.

To tell his God he accepted his help. As long it meant that energy and especially collar would get off.

Suddenly, Ventus’ pain was nothing. In the face of Vanitas’ own, seeing through his wide, worry-filled eyes staring at Him, screaming for help and asking for forgiveness, the God’s pain meant nothing at all. For one moment, He didn’t even feel anything, anything but the need to help His Angel.

He hurried to Vanitas’ side, his spear and Wingblades vanishing in the blink of an eye. He had to take the collar off now and so He moved his fingers to touch it-

And his hand burnt! Burnt as would the human skin after being drenched in boiling oil! Whoever or whatever made that thing, whoever forced Vanitas to wear it, it couldn’t have been someone ordinary. Only a being as powerful as a God could make something like this.

Still Vanitas was hurting. He was hurting and he was hopeless if left alone. So Ventus held back His pain and tried to exploit the collar, soon realizing there was no way to take it off. He couldn’t touch it, at all. But…

There was something else he could do!

“It’s okay.“ He muttered, putting one hand on Vanitas’ shoulder and holding his other open just a few centimeters away of the object. “It’s okay. Focus on me. Focus on my voice.“

He would try to break through the object’s power. Override it with his own. If he used all of his energy and all the power he had left, he could make. He knew he could make. He had to. 

For Vanitas.

I’m not going to hurt you.

[voidsdarkness]

Vanitas didn't know how to react at first, didn't know what to feel when Ventus rushed over himself. Coming closer with each step until suddenly the God was there. His body shuddered uncontrolled, trembling by it's own conflict between positive and negative emotions.

Which the last one of both always broke through anyway. There was no chance a dark creature like himself would feel positive and good emotions ever, because why should it? There wasn't much to be happy about in the Angels life, nothing he could perhaps smile a little besides seeing Ventus safe and happy especially when the God took care of his flowers. Vanitas couldn't even remember why and how he was brought into this world.

Memories like these were blurry, yet honestly Vanitas couldn't care less about it. They simply didn't matter anymore. Nonetheless, sharp agonizing pain shoot through his entire body once Ventus touched the collar once and even seemed to burn his hand. The black Angel couldn't mask his shocked and fearful expression this time. Slightly panicked and confused golden eyes watched Ven when he stood this close to him.

And Vanitas... He felt calmness starting to overcome that tornado of negative emotions inside his heart, felt a spot of bright Light trying to break through whatever darkness was lingering inside that stupid collar, their letters very slowly turned back into a beautiful green.

But he could and sense how much Ventus used his powers on him, which was why his eyes widened even more before shutting down closely. And him himself gritted those sharp canins.

Don't do it.

In a rush of stronger emotions all on once, all of sudden the dark winged Angel leaking very rare and yet so pure tears. From desperation, fear of losing this God Vanitas started to trust and like. Fear of being alone again. He wasn't worth saving. Not at all.

"V-Ventus stop, don't do it! Don't waste your energy on me and g-get away! I'm not worth saving!", Vanitas stuttered out trembling, his voice starting to crack slightly as if he truly would be on the verge to cry for the first time in front of someone. Especially Ventus. Vanitas just couldn't understand.

Hence why he clawed his hands into the Blonde's shoulder, clinging onto him as if he'd put his entire miserable life in Ventus' life. There was no reason for him to sacrifice himself, not for Vanitas. Not for some creature born in the underworld, trying to kill these other pure Angels and even attacked the God of Light.

"I-I'm not worth saving, Ventus. I'm not! I tried killing you! Tried ripping apart your other pure Angels unlike myself, there isn't anything good inside me! Anything positive! You-...! You're supposed to protect them! B-But... Not me Ventus. Don't do it-... ", Vanitas finally gave in to these sudden positive emotions like Fear, Anxiety, Sorrow and just being scared to lose Ventus. Scared to lose that one person, which took a place in the Angels dark heart.

As if destiny would've wanted to give them both rather life, when the Angels tears dropped down onto his collar, it's aggressive purple color started turning back into shining green very slowly, making Ventus light stronger than darkness.

[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]

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Another pained growling sound escaped Vanitas throat, of course most of it as soon the sharp Wingblade cut through his slightly bruised skin in milliseconds, cutting open another bloody wound running alongside the Angels half bare chest. Because his clothes got a little torn open before, their light material only hang around and above his body and skin but wouldn’t fall down yet.

Still it was enough to reveal some of the fine lines made out of dark energy running down from the pulsating shadowy collar to Vanitas chest and right above the spot above his entire heart, as if in this moment it’d captured it in it’s grip. Which would be reason enough for the dark winged Angel being unable of pulling that energy collar away himself.

Vanitas again and after what sounded like low pained growling, held both hands against his Raven haired head, hoping his pain right now could distract his corrupted mind from doing whatever it pleased to kill for now. He didn’t wanted to. Not in this realm. Not the person right in front of him. Not ever Ventus.

Quickly and without heditarion, the black winged creature used his deadly clawed right hand and clawed it deeply into that spot above his heart, all while Vanitas tried to get a clear mind. Even if it would be for only a few seconds.

He knew he couldn’t win against these dark instincts for all too long. He couldn’t. They were part of himself, so how to do something like this?

Finally when Vanitas felt a little part of himself gaining control, he exhaled out loudly, under burning pain pulsating above his chest and arms. “Vent-…tus. T-The colla-!”, the other Angel stuttered out under sheer pain.

Right after that, it slipped away once more, swapped away by dark threatening darkness leaking out from his collar as it took form of thin tendrils swirling around in the air. The next time Vanitas attacked Ventus, he ran straight towards the God of Light, lifting up his right deadly looking black claw with purple tips and pushed it against one of Ventus wingblades, only very shortly away from scratching and tearing apart his skin, especially on the blonde’s neck and chest area.

Golden glowing eyes stared into blue green ones, a pulsating red circle around their beautiful color, if it weren’t for the fact they looked corrupted, forced, not willing to do that out of free will. Inside his mind and heart, Vanitas tried to get rid of that pain, those immense feelings, that sickening puddle of pure darkness which was himself.

He didn’t wanted this. Not Ventus. Not the one Vanitas cared about the most.

Ventus grinned his teeth and closed his fingers into fists, watching as Vanitas hurt himself to get rid of the thing that tortured him. He didn’t need to say it; Ventus already knew just how much dark energy there was in that collar. Not once or twice, no, many many times he had wondered where it’d come from. Vanitas himself didn’t remember, so what or who could’ve made such a thing?

As Vanitas was taken over again Ventus put two of his Wingblades together, their shape changing to that of an spear while the other four blades still moved around him, protecting his body while he attacked. The God raised the spear up in the air and pure beams of light came crashing down from above, destructive matter that hit the dark Angel over and over again. Only after they had finally stopped was that he moved and cut not only the air with the spear but also a bit of the collar in a perfect and meticulously calculated movement so he didn’t hurt Vanitas’ neck.

And yet the collar wasn’t damaged. It still looked perfectly shaped, not a scratch on it.

“Vanitas…“ Ventus began, hoping his last attack had been enough to keep Vanitas still so he could approach him enough without being attacked. “I am not your enemy!“ He repeated and held the spear next to him. “Let me help you.“

[voidsdarkness]

The moment Ventus hit that black collar, a huge painful ache pulsated through Vanitas heart. The Angel suppressed any sounds of pain ever, even in this state he seemed too proud giving in to any strong uncalled emotions like agony or anxiety. He just didn't.

And yet, Vanitas remained in that position, one clawed hand holding above his hearts spot almost on instinct. As if he could protect it while doing this. Black wings made some stronger movements, their soft yet strong feathers bristled their skin uncomfortable.

Being so close and wide opened to Ventus, the Gods bright close clearly showed taking it's effect on the dark winged creatures. The God of Light wasn't wrong.

While holding his chest still, the black blue lines of dark energy circling up the Angels neck and face started to disappear the same moment that collars letters turned back into beautiful glowing green, just like these corrupted looking eyes gained back his piercing gold.

Vanitas knew he had to use this moment of calmness, so when raised his head and stared at Ventus. And stared. And still stared, until he widened both eyes a little more. To express how shocked his expression had to look like. There were so many things running wild inside the Creatures head, too much to take all on once.

"V-Ventus... Did I-...?", Vanitas started stuttering through his voice sounded exhausted. Pained. Guilty. Then, he'd remembered why trying to say something in the first place. With another sharp inhale, the raven haired male continued under shudders. "T... The collar, t-ta... take it off, Ventus! H-Hurry!", Vanitas exclaimed, golden sharp eyes looking straight into the Blondes blue greenish ones.

Whenever the energy and emotions tried getting stronger once more and taking advantage of his confused mind, the Raven forced it away with what looked like clawing one of his hands into a slightly bare chest, to stay in control.

To tell his God he accepted his help. As long it meant that energy and especially collar would get off.

[voidsdarkness]

As soon as the older male walked to him, Ventus gave him his brightest smile. The five year old boy promptly stood up, no even saying 'Hi' and instead grabbing Vanitas by his hands, pulling him. "Sir, Sir, there's a new one, come see, come see!" He beamed, bouncing like the happy child he was and pointing to another flower in the distance.

Vanitas couldn’t hide the little but bright smile when Ventus in child form pulled the much taller and stronger Angel along out to the little ones garden, gladly followed him without complaining so he could see those new flowers too.

It warmed Vanitas usually dark and hollow heart to see his former God, now as child, innocent. Young. Without care, without pain. He couldn’t really describe what that feeling was called. But it felt.. warm. And Vanitas was grateful for it, secretly. Some very little parts of the Angels feathers fell off and float through the air, before they landed on Vens grassy garden.

“Alright alright little one, I’m coming. You saw some very interesting flowers this time? Even more beautiful than your blue favourites, Ventus? Okay then, I wanna see them too. Especially since you take care of them.”, Vanitas replied, golden eyes shining warm through the sun and warm feelings they carried inside.

[thedormantwind-blog]

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The dark Angel watched that all with a smile, yet that smile looked a little sad. He just couldn’t help himself but to dwell in good memories. Memories of his God watering different flowers. Memories of Ventus sitting down into their garden, while Vanitas was allowed to lay down into the others lap.

It was beautiful. They felt warm… Vanitas silently wished for these times to come back even though he never would admit it, not in front of others. It was okay like this. He knew some when in a few years, Ventus would grow up and perhaps by any chance, these good and calm times would come back.

With another rather warm smile Vanitas kneeled down towards Ventus, getting down to the Child’s height but slowly shook his head, amused. “Not exactly. My wings are rather black, you see? They are, well… pitch black. But I guess you noticed their purple glow and that’s why? You are really something Ventus. Still, these flowers do look beautiful. I bet they will get even more beautiful the longer you take care of them little Boy.”, Vanitas slightly smirked and bumped Ventus shoulder with the longest feather.

“Yeah!” Ventus exclaimed. “I meant their glow! Purple. Like this one.“ He pointed to the flower and touched it. He was very delicate and his touch was soft so there was no risk of hurting the petals. “I hope they become reaally beautiful. I’ll do my best too! Oh- Did you know flowers can talk?“

He looked up to his friend, unaware of how his words might be painful. He continued. “It’s like… This connection I feel. With all of them! That’s why I love the garden! Mom lets me stay here all day and I like it, I like it a lot! And when the butterflies come they go uuup” He raised his arms “like they’re dancing. And sometimes they’ll land on my hand too!”

Ventus giggled as Vanitas’ feathers touched his shoulder and sat down, touching his friend’s wing like he always did. “Sir, do you think I could get wings too? I want to fly!”

[voidsdarkness]

Vanitas inhaled a deep breathe a little sharper than he intended to previously, hoping his little one wouldn't notice it. Because these words, such innocent and yet dark painful words pierced the black Angels heart like an arrow made out of ice. And it hurt, more than he thought. So for one moment Vanitas didn't reply, at least not right away.

Memories flooded his mind. When Ventus and Vanitas laid in the Gods garden, the Angel resting on his Gods lap, enjoying those warm fingers stroking over the edges and skin of his feathers. Memories of Ventus starting to tell Vanitas about the beauty of Nature, about how every being in this world could indeed talk. Animals, Plants, nature itself.

A single tear threatened to leak out of golden bright eyes. As fast as possible without showing much hints, Vanitas suppressed it. The older Boy was glad Ventus didn't ask about his black collar because of their weird symbols on it. Honesty, he wouldn't know any answer to that. Not yet.

Since he'd promised Ventus to try his best and get more control, the dark creatore smiled as warm he could. For Ven. Especially when the little boy touched the outstretched wing.

"Of course they will grow very beautiful. And, someone very... precious and loved to me told me once. That flowers could talk but I would need to learn how to listen you know. But" Vanitas started and with one finger, he touched his little ones heartspot. "If your heart tells you things like these, it is true. Trust me."

Now, the black winged Angel carefully started to spread out both wings a little more, to show Ventus how powerful those wings were actually. "I've got a better idea. How 'bout I will take you on a flight through the Sky? This way you could feel it directly.", he suggested, calm and slightly more patient than the past.

[voidsdarkness]

As soon as the older male walked to him, Ventus gave him his brightest smile. The five year old boy promptly stood up, no even saying 'Hi' and instead grabbing Vanitas by his hands, pulling him. "Sir, Sir, there's a new one, come see, come see!" He beamed, bouncing like the happy child he was and pointing to another flower in the distance.

Vanitas couldn’t hide the little but bright smile when Ventus in child form pulled the much taller and stronger Angel along out to the little ones garden, gladly followed him without complaining so he could see those new flowers too.

It warmed Vanitas usually dark and hollow heart to see his former God, now as child, innocent. Young. Without care, without pain. He couldn’t really describe what that feeling was called. But it felt.. warm. And Vanitas was grateful for it, secretly. Some very little parts of the Angels feathers fell off and float through the air, before they landed on Vens grassy garden.

“Alright alright little one, I’m coming. You saw some very interesting flowers this time? Even more beautiful than your blue favourites, Ventus? Okay then, I wanna see them too. Especially since you take care of them.”, Vanitas replied, golden eyes shining warm through the sun and warm feelings they carried inside.

[thedormantwind-blog]

Ventus laughed, the warmest and most innocent laugh one could hear. He loved when his friend came to see and play with him. He also loved to touch his wings, something his Guardian Angel always allowed him to do. Not to mention Vani loved his garden and never complained when shown his flowers!

“It’s a purple one! I found it today, I was watering the others and I was so happy, it’s so prettyyyy!!” He continued, finally letting go of Vanitas’ hand and running forward, stopping right before the flower.

“Look, look!! Just like the feathers of your wings, right, Vani?”

[voidsdarkness]

The dark Angel watched that all with a smile, yet that smile looked a little sad. He just couldn't help himself but to dwell in good memories. Memories of his God watering different flowers. Memories of Ventus sitting down into their garden, while Vanitas was allowed to lay down into the others lap.

It was beautiful. They felt warm... Vanitas silently wished for these times to come back even though he never would admit it, not in front of others. It was okay like this. He knew some when in a few years, Ventus would grow up and perhaps by any chance, these good and calm times would come back.

With another rather warm smile Vanitas kneeled down towards Ventus, getting down to the Child's height but slowly shook his head, amused. "Not exactly. My wings are rather black, you see? They are, well... pitch black. But I guess you noticed their purple glow and that's why? You are really something Ventus. Still, these flowers do look beautiful. I bet they will get even more beautiful the longer you take care of them little Boy.", Vanitas slightly smirked and bumped Ventus shoulder with the longest feather.

[voidsdarkness]

As soon as the older male walked to him, Ventus gave him his brightest smile. The five year old boy promptly stood up, no even saying 'Hi' and instead grabbing Vanitas by his hands, pulling him. "Sir, Sir, there's a new one, come see, come see!" He beamed, bouncing like the happy child he was and pointing to another flower in the distance.

Vanitas couldn't hide the little but bright smile when Ventus in child form pulled the much taller and stronger Angel along out to the little ones garden, gladly followed him without complaining so he could see those new flowers too.

It warmed Vanitas usually dark and hollow heart to see his former God, now as child, innocent. Young. Without care, without pain. He couldn't really describe what that feeling was called. But it felt.. warm. And Vanitas was grateful for it, secretly. Some very little parts of the Angels feathers fell off and float through the air, before they landed on Vens grassy garden.

"Alright alright little one, I'm coming. You saw some very interesting flowers this time? Even more beautiful than your blue favourites, Ventus? Okay then, I wanna see them too. Especially since you take care of them.", Vanitas replied, golden eyes shining warm through the sun and warm feelings they carried inside.

[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.”

[thedormantwind-blog]

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It was okay being with the God like this, it brought peace to the black winged Angels souls as well, just like it did for Ventus’ lighter soul. He had noticed it a while ago. Of course there was a reason the blonde male was called The God of Light. Not only because this realm was filled with it no, peace and calm ruled it. Different creatures living with each other.

And mostly because Ven’s soul itself seemed like the complete opposite of how Vanitas heart looked like. Dark, empty, cold, hollow. Lacking of any light. And yet…

And yet when He and Ventus sat or laid down together like this without any others around, Vanitas allowed himself to show some very rare personas. The Angel would allow his God to touch some of those black feathers or trace his fingers along the darker Boys sharp jaw.

And Vanitas loved such little affections. Secretly. He truly did, but never ever would admit it. Not even before Ventus.

So when the other Boy spoke up about his flowers, a little smile traced on Vanitas lips. “They do? Can they even speak? I thought plants can’t do. So why would they be silent? That’s a little silly, you know. Or maybe it is, as oh so loved God of Light you even can hear their voices? Impressive.”, the Angel answered, through it lacked any malice and evil nature.

Ventus laughed softly, looking down at the Angel resting on his lap. He continued to stroke his wings’ feathers, calm and with no hurry, caring as he always was with any of his Angels.

“Yes, they do speak. Just like every living being. The flowers… The trees… Every animal. Everything. You just need to learn how to listen.“

He shook his head and ran His free hand over the grass beneath them. Ever since He was born Ventus loved flowers, mainly the blue ones. Despite his duties, He was the one to care for His gardens. His Guardians were always ready to help and yes He was thankful to them, but it was just something He liked to do Himself. To spend some time with nature, with these pure creations.

[voidsdarkness]

Living with Ventus wasn't that bad after all, Vanitas noted silently. Sure, the last and first weeks the Angel more or less was forced to become one of the God of Lights Guardians, in his case the closest. He'd never understood why Ventus choose like this. But admit to himself, he couldn't care that much.

The only negative thing were times when Vanitas should get along with Ven's other Angels, because that'd be only natural, right? But the dark creature never succeeded, always managed to start truly bad fights to the point where Vanitas felt ready to attack.

But that collar wouldn't let him anymore. Vanitas silently started cursing that black thing around his neck every day. And, honestly, if it meant the dark Angel somehow still could live even under serving but in exchange could enjoy getting his black feathers stroked, Vanitas accepted it.

He looked up towards Ventus with a little smile, his golden eyes showing clearly how much the Raven haired male enjoyed these touches and strokes and slowly brought up one hand in his God's direction to trace it between golden locks.

"Is that so...? All I have to do is learning how to listen to them? Am I even able to do something like this? You know, for you as God that's natural, probably. But... not for me.", Vanitas replied calmly. The feathers Ventus stroked bristled itself in full enjoyment and bless.

"I... I can't remember much, if I am honest. Nor where I got that damn collar, nor from whom I was born nor why I was born. Only pieces. Like I do know where I'm coming from, but that was it... Nothing else. I don't even know why I-... " Vanitas stopped himself for saying more to that.

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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]

voidsdarkness

As soon the Light filled and sharp cutting blade tore apart a little more of what the Angels clothes already revealed. Dark pulsating markings circled up Vanitas chest and gathered above his hearts skin spot into some weird form, which almost looked like the one he carried on his left arm.

As if on instinct, the other and dark winged Angel jumped backwards by using the large wings flappings, a low snarl following their motions. Now that the black red clothing only hang on Vanitas’ shoulders to stay on it, the spot above his heart was fully revealed. But he didn’t care. Not right now.

All of a sudden when there was a very short moment of rest, Vanitas groaned out painfully while clawing both hands into his head, before they reached down and tried to get rid off the creatures shadowy collar. But it was no use. Somewhere in a still sane spot of his own mind, Vanitas wanted to stop, didn’t wanted to attack Ventus ever.

Yet currently, the Angel couldn’t do anything against it. His instincts to hurt, to attack and kill were stronger, powered by too much emotions on once and not able to handle them all. He lifted up his head to look directly into the God of Lights eyes, golden bright eyes piercing Ventus very soul.

Despite being in burning pain which felt like his heart got ripped into two pieces, Vanitas continued fighting like a wild creature desperately seeking only for help. Thus now this time he didn’t attack using deadly claws but his own bow and when the dark Angel used his wings to let him attack from above, their separated pieces clashed against Ventus wingblades.

Ventus was ready for the incoming attack. Even still, the moment his Wingblades flew past him to protect Him, he felt his body falter and pain course through every muscle of his body. 

He was weak. He was wounded. He was in no shape to fight again, not after enduring days of nonstop battles against those who tried to overtake his Realm. Creatures, angels, even other Gods were there but he didn’t stand back. He fought them valiantly and not for one moment did he lose his strength.

But now that the battle was over and he was home, his energy was depleting. The last thing he needed was to face another powerful being.

And yet here he was.

“I am not your enemy.“ He spoke, sweat gathering at his brow, blood dripping down his previous wounds and tainting his skin. But His voice didn’t shake, didn’t fail him as He spoke. “Pull yourself together!“

Another light blade flew back to His free hand and he pushed Vanitas’ bow out of the way so he was free to attack, seeing the blade cut through the dark Angel’s skin, deep enough to cause him pain, not enough to truly hurt him. He didn’t want to kill the Angel, something He was very capable of doing.

The God of Light narrowed His eyes, staring to the collar on Vanitas’ neck. It was pulsing with dark energy and it didn’t get past Him that the Angel had tried to pull it away. He imagined He could do it but in the state He was in it would be too risky to get closer now. He’d try to tire him out first. If He could.

[voidsdarkness]

Another pained growling sound escaped Vanitas throat, of course most of it as soon the sharp Wingblade cut through his slightly bruised skin in milliseconds, cutting open another bloody wound running alongside the Angels half bare chest. Because his clothes got a little torn open before, their light material only hang around and above his body and skin but wouldn't fall down yet.

Still it was enough to reveal some of the fine lines made out of dark energy running down from the pulsating shadowy collar to Vanitas chest and right above the spot above his entire heart, as if in this moment it'd captured it in it's grip. Which would be reason enough for the dark winged Angel being unable of pulling that energy collar away himself.

Vanitas again and after what sounded like low pained growling, held both hands against his Raven haired head, hoping his pain right now could distract his corrupted mind from doing whatever it pleased to kill for now. He didn't wanted to. Not in this realm. Not the person right in front of him. Not ever Ventus.

Quickly and without heditarion, the black winged creature used his deadly clawed right hand and clawed it deeply into that spot above his heart, all while Vanitas tried to get a clear mind. Even if it would be for only a few seconds.

He knew he couldn't win against these dark instincts for all too long. He couldn't. They were part of himself, so how to do something like this?

Finally when Vanitas felt a little part of himself gaining control, he exhaled out loudly, under burning pain pulsating above his chest and arms. "Vent-...tus. T-The colla-!", the other Angel stuttered out under sheer pain.

Right after that, it slipped away once more, swapped away by dark threatening darkness leaking out from his collar as it took form of thin tendrils swirling around in the air. The next time Vanitas attacked Ventus, he ran straight towards the God of Light, lifting up his right deadly looking black claw with purple tips and pushed it against one of Ventus wingblades, only very shortly away from scratching and tearing apart his skin, especially on the blonde's neck and chest area.

Golden glowing eyes stared into blue green ones, a pulsating red circle around their beautiful color, if it weren't for the fact they looked corrupted, forced, not willing to do that out of free will. Inside his mind and heart, Vanitas tried to get rid of that pain, those immense feelings, that sickening puddle of pure darkness which was himself.

He didn't wanted this. Not Ventus. Not the one Vanitas cared about the most.

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