#forgedpride

            ❝ You constantly pestering me to forge the x-blade and threatening to kill my friends ??

the acid sitting behind his teeth is beginning to saturate the anger ghosting his skin; there’s no such thing as benign malevolence or soft elasticity coating the razor of his tongue.   mangled thoughts are in the pools of his eyes, the shadows of his lungs, a year of grief replaying over and over in his head like an ethereal nightmare.   only, it’s not a nightmare, but his reality; those are the reflections of his own memory seeping into his broken halo, cracking his spine and dipping into the crevices.   it stings him again, the mere mention of it.   he said that once out of anger, he said it to bask in the circumstantial passive aggressiveness axel ripped out of him.   he’s angry, angry that this inferior blot of desolation thinks he has the right to lay claim to the suffering of others.   this can’t be real—vanitas can’t be real—yet he’s here somehow, baring his fangs, severing the silence with a residual animosity roxas finds satisfaction in being able to place, somehow.   the predator has spent 365 days lurking in the shadows and resigning himself to his fate, and he basks in the irony of the situation, shrinking coyly into himself as he unsheathes his claws.

❛   i don’t know what’s more pathetic,   ❜ he starts, his lips barely separating the serrated edge from cutting deeper into the wounds,   ❛   that you think you have some kind of power over me, or that you think you’re going to break me when you’re so unimportant.❜   that’s a deliciously decadent line rolling from his lips, but he refuses to bow down to anyone.   besides, roxas doesn’t need to be saved as he’s long since accepted his inanition, but he knows sora is going to attempt to save him anyway out of the goodness of his heart and not out of pity.   it’s never about pity, it’s about doing the right thing.  vanitas, he has nothing, he understands nothing.   it’s a ploy to redeem himself by ending the vicious cycle of pain and hatred he developed out of jealousy, but vanity will be his undoing; he has nowhere to go, and maybe that scares him, but roxas can’t be bothered to care.   perhaps the uncertainty is what scares vanitas, scares him into submitting to the rage and evil caging his heart.   roxas doesn’t know, but regardless he won’t submit to vanitas’s level, he refuses to.

he’s better than that.