#arcanum-tempus

Send me "HEARTBROKEN" for my muse to snap/break in front of your muse.

Vanitasstared at the spot the Unversed had been in just a moment before, gripping his Keyblade so tightly he knew his knuckles would have been white if not fo the gloves covering them. He’d destroyed it without thinking, even with Xehanort watching. He knew Xehanort wouldn’t like it, but he didn’t... he didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand! No one could... .

It hurt. It always hurt. It was always there, a dull ache that spiked into sharp pain as the Unversed were destroyed. But he had to let them out. He knew he got sick if he didn’t. He was tied to these things for as long as he was like this... it wasn’t fair! Just a broken freak. He shouldn’t even exist... .

And yet, Xehanort... he insisted that he wasn’t. Insisted he deserved to be here as much as anyone. He didn’t understand why... how could he think that? It had to be the marks, playing tricks on his mind. Xehanort hadn’t even spared him a second glance before they had appeared. So why did he insist on this now?

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse (FIRE EMBLEM EDITION)

Battle Theme: Vanity Judge (Roar) (Fire Emblem Fates)Battle intro: “I see... . So that’s how it is.”

Victory: “Hmph. Too bad.”

Defeat: “I’m... sorry... .”

Taunt: “No holding back now!”

Reacting to Taunt: “Shut up and fight!”

Flee: “Ugh - no, we can’t... fight like this.”

Reaction to Flee: “Fine then. Another time.”

Tie: “Ah... were you... testing me?”

Perfect Victory: “Why did you... ?”

Finishing Move: “I’ll make this quick.”

- - TAG TEAM QUOTES - -

Assist: “Look at them - this’ll be easy!”

Your muse down during Assist: “Xehanort? Come on, you’re better than this!”

Using an item on your muse: “Just for you.”

Healing/Buffing your muse: “Can’t let you go down.”

“I didn’t need saving.”

Xehanort ignored Vanitas’ protests, crouching in front of the other, muttering the words for a healing spell. The green light quickly erased the cuts and bruises that covered the other’s skin. Vanitas glowered at him, but seeing as the tree he was propped up against was the only reason he wasn’t falling over, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“I just said, I don’t need -”

“Vanitas,” he started, voice stern, “I found you on the ground, unconscious and wounded, in the middle of a horde of Unversed.”

Vanitas huffed, looking to the side. “You make it sound worse than it was. I wasn’t in danger.”

Xehanort looked up at him, glaring. “Then explain to me what, exactly, was going on? How did you end up in this state if you weren’t in danger?”

“... Why does it matter?” He shook his head, trying to brush the question off. He knew Xehanort wouldn’t like the answer.

“Because you could have died,” he said immediately. “Now stop fighting me on this and tell me what happened.”

There was a tense moment of silence, then. Xehanort continued to glare. Vanitas kept from making eye contact. 

Eventually, Xehanort sighed, leaning back slightly. “Fine. If you really don’t want to, I can’t force you.” 

Vanitas relaxed slightly, finally meeting the other’s gaze. He didn’t want Xehanort to know - as it was, he’d have to keep from fighting the Unversed for a while. Xehanort would watch him carefully for a time, he was sure, and he could more than likely figure out what had happened if Vanitas managed to sneak away.

Xehanort stood slowly. “We should get back to the castle. Can you stand yet?”

Vanitas nodded silently, pushing himself up, only for his legs to give out. He pitched forward, saved from landing face first in the dirt only by Xehanort catching him. 

“I’ll carry you, then.” 

He pulled his hand back, frowning at the other before replying, “touching you, of course. Why, does it bother you?” He leaned against the wall, a very slight smirk playing on his lips.