#gildsouled

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CHECKMATE.

shhhhhhh puts a finger over your lips

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

      You know that, don’t you?

      Words meant to be reassuring only made his heart ache. What was there to be proud of? Sora let everyone down. He continued to let everyone down each minute he sat rotting away in Never Was.

      They’re all counting on you, Sora, they’re counting on you to break free and come home!

      But were they really? Did he even matter if he couldn’t be the hero of light? As far as he knew nobody ever tried to rescue or come after him. Without his friends he was worthless and why bother rescuing someone who didn’t matter? What was the point if he couldn’t be there to save everyone? 

      And all that aside, what was there to be proud of indeed. Sure he saved the worlds and countless lives but he was still same ol’ hopeless Sora. He still needed to toughen up and get stronger! It doesn’t matter if he helped the worlds it’s never enough he always has to do more and more and more and more and mor e  an d  m o r   e    a    n  d      m   o    r   e

      Sora walked right into the Organization’s hands. He danced in their palm and they crushed him without wasting a second. Who would be proud of that? This entire situation wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t hopeless, worthless Sora, if he ha d JUST B E E N   S T   O N  G E R

      Here was Kairi, though, despite everything. Saying she was proud of him. Proud of worthless, hopeless Sora. The back of his gold eyes pricked and his lip quivered, shaking his head. 

      “That’s…” voice quiet, the words faltered before even making it out. 

      Even if he was worthless and everyone was better off without him Sora still missed his friends. Kairi, Riku, Donald, Goofy, and the King all meant the worlds to him and more. Was it right to be so selfish? He wanted to see them every day, to be back in the light and free from the suffocating darkness constantly tightening around his throat. 

      He pursed his lips together and shook his head, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. His disgusting, wrong, unbearable eyes. These weren’t the eyes of a hero. They didn’t belong to him.

      “There’s not much left to be proud of. You’re better off moving on, Kairi.

      What a strange thing to hear. I want to help you. For years and years all anyone ever had to say to him was how much they hated him, and they certainly expressed it-- actions speak louder than words and he had the scars to prove it. Why would anyone want to help him now?

      There’s no helping an abomination.

      But Vanitas supposed that’s just how Sora is. Always trying to help and do the right thing. If he really wanted to help he would bug off and leave him alone. Nobody could do anything to help Vanitas, he knew that much. 

      There’s no salvation for a creature beyond repair.

      Lips curled in a sneer, rolling his eyes at the mere thought of it. “Where do you get off thinking you know anything about me or what I want?” All Vanitas wanted was to be whole again and judging by Sora’s words he couldn’t do that for him. Therefore he didn’t care about living his own separate life. A separate life until now had been constant misery and negativity, why would he ever want to keep living in such despair?

      There’s no redemption for a monster.

      “You want to help me? Get lost. I don’t wanna hear your pretty words about saving someone or setting them free. Give ‘em to someone who needs it. Not me--”

@gildsouled said: ‘  your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even.  ’ from Sora!!! 

     - ̗̀ ♟ A puzzled grimace and a few solid blinks to follow. His words could only be met with some skepticism and pessimism on his part. The universe literally wanted nothing to do with him or the Nobodies made by what can only be an accident. Whatever wasn’t Light or Darkness was met with scorn on either side, and in his short life he’s learned existing enough was hard.

      .. But that optimism. That sort of brightness from Sora .. it was hard not to feel it.

“You’re even prettier than legends say.” yknow what i'm caving give me merman au for kairi lets do this

he’s met many a human in his lifetime .

actually , that’s a bit of a lie -- he’s seen a lot of humans , from a relatively safe distance . close enough to be able to look , but not close enough to be seen , & hidden well enough besides .

he hated sharks - they were the one species of creature he never particularly got along with , if only because they were so fierce & stubborn . it probably didn’t help that nearby coral hadn’t been kind , & the storm had been brutal , leaving him wounded & the sharks hungry - but that was three days ago .

she’d found him , then , the next morning , tucked into the depths of a little stowaway pool of water off the edge of the beach . tucked in a cave that few seemed to know about - which was better for him , really , in the end .

he’d been surprised she’d offered to aid him , of course - he’s heard tales of kind humans , certainly , but they were far outweighed by the threat ; the nets , the capture , the torture - so he’d kept his distance out of caution .

she was starting to make him think that maybe the positives far outweighed the negatives ; at least in this little nook of land & sea they’d found for themselves .

she’s speaking while tending to the large gash against his side , big & red & ugly , still , which makes his cheeks flare pink - he knows his kind are beknownst for their beauty , unparalleled by all others , including other merfolk - but somehow , coming from someone like her----

someone as kind & brave & beautiful as her -- it felt more a compliment than he could handle .