darkness embodied.

throwing this out immediately because i’m simply excited to rp vanitas again. i’ll keep these starters relatively short. if you’d like to interact with this gremlin, hit that like button! i’ll cap it off at three to not overwhelm myself but castmates are exempt! i’ll probably get to these way later in the night or tomorrow!

“Y…Yes…?” Even Sora was unsure of what the yes was suppose to answer. The best question he could come up with or speaking to him would make the sadness go away. At least in the boy’s experience, speaking about something that was bothering you to a friend always did help out. It was honestly a feeling he got when looking at the other.

No doubt there was something odd that might even give Sora nightmares tonight. Without his best friend around to back him up, all Sora could do was use the small courage of light in his heart to help him through this. “I think talking to someone is really important. Even if you aren’t sad. I…” What words could Sora use to describe what he was feeling. “I just see you, and my heart feels like it’s squeezing inside. And then I just feel sad. I don’t know why, but it’s like I’ve know you, even though we never met.” How could Sora even begin to explain his own confusing emotions. 

“And what better then to talk to someone with what’s bothering you. Even if it’s another friend, then it’ll be really helpful!”

        vanitas wasn’t made to comfort sora at all, not knowing what was going on inside this boy’s head to think that vanitas was capable of doing something like that. then again, he never exactly fully understood sora to begin with nor has sora begun to understand what he was even as an older boy as he could still remember their last encounter. sure, for a normal person, talking to someone would make someone feel better but talking doesn’t get vanitas anywhere. all he knew how to do was fight. ❝ for a normal person, maybe. ❞ he doesn’t elaborate. 

        ❝ that’s what you’re supposed to feel. if you keep hanging around me, that’s all you’re going to feel. do you really want that? ❞ no sane person would. perhaps he shouldn’t be saying this to him, especially when he was this young but hopefully over time, the boy was going to forget anyway even though it may be unlikely. what he was really trying to do? push this boy away as far as vanitas could push. perhaps the coldness of his body was starting to rise at the assumption that the boy knew vanitas and even though that may be true, why would they speak about it when he was in this state? which vanitas believes wouldn’t be permanent. at least he damn well hope so.  ❝ there really is no point in talking about whether or whether or not you know me. because you don’t, you only know someone connected to me. nor will talking about my problems would matter. ❞ that was all he was about to mention about the matter anyway. it would only hurt him in the end.

        why was sora looking at him like that? he didn’t like it.  ❝ if i told you it was you that’s bothering me, would that make you leave me alone? ❞

@shroudedark​

In this point of the boy’s life, Sora wouldn’t have grasp the concept of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ besides the bedtime stories he was read to before going to sleep. How the hero was good and would fight the evil villain to save the princess. The other half was also pirates looting other ships and stealing the treasure for himself. So even looking at someone that look just like him, there was an unusual feeling he could feel within his heart. Some sort of fear? Sadness? Anger?

The emotions were almost overwhelming for a small child to hold, but it is something his heart was feeling.

“Hey mister… are you okay? I can’t see your face, but I’m feeling kind of sad seeing you like this. At least, I think I’m sad?” Why did he suddenly have the courage to speak to someone that would scare the boy? There was just something in his heart that felt a sense to speak with him.

        at this point in time, vanitas didn’t really know what the hell was going on but not that this was all entirely new. the things that happen on this island in the span of one or two months were beyond understanding sometimes. eventually, vanitas just stops questioning it all together and accepting that because in one way or another, he didn’t care what happened to this island or the people in it despite of himself. however vanitas still wasn’t going to let his guard down no matter what. 

        ❝ what? ❞ he turned around to expect someone different but who had appeared before him was... a kid? not to mention someone strikingly familiar and he wasn’t dumb not to realize after a few months, if it had been that long. was this really that sora kid? was he really affected by this too? how far back did they go? now what to do, what to do... safe to say that vanitas was definitely at a loss here, unfortunately. he didn’t exactly how this boy’s story was going to go, especially when his origin was still a mystery to vanitas. 

        vanitas’ memory was hazy. he hadn’t remembered the first time he had arrived here but he had certainly remembered coming. it was a bit of a pain in the ass, finding himself stuck again after escaping to some other world previously. out at lake of the koi, the beasts that perhaps lingered beneath the waves of the water was what relaxed the masked boy, however he had not expected to encounter master aqua here, especially without her little friends around. very interesting. don’t think he remembered her being here previously either.

how fun.

at a few distances away from the keyblade wielder, his voice breaks the silence. his voice... his presence alone which broke the peace that the other might’ve felt for the length of time she has been there. he wasn’t exactly the one for peace anyway.

            “  haah?!  ” something snapped, and inosuke jabbed a finger at the stranger vigorously from his perch, “  joke’s on you, idiot, this isn’t my face!  ” because that was the more pressing issue here. 

            “  you’re stuck with yours! i feel sorry for you!  ” he didn’t care at all, but he had to drive that point home just that little bit more out of pure unbridled spite.

          vanitas could tell that something must have snapped within the other, which only tempted him to continue bugging the guy. “what the hell is it then, a mask? if you want to prove you’re not hideous, why not reveal your true appearance? what’s the harm?” not that it wasn’t already atrocious enough.