#itavisum

@itavisum here’s another hint: 

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    “How deep is your love~? Is it like the ocean? Devotion.”

itavisum replied to your post:The game didn't really matter. Well, it did but...

He’s not sure Vanitas wants to talk about what exactly happened. Or maybe..it’s that he’s afraid to find out. Fear that he’ll step over the line and that fire that rarely comes out might cause even more trouble. “ Mnn… It’s late.”

The air is still and silent and he hates it.

    “You can go home. I’m fine.”

His leg really fucking hurts.

He promised he’d be at Tidus’ game tonight. Which, isn’t happening, considering the fact he’s in a hospital room. Everything hurts, really, his leg, his heart, his head. God, everything feels like it’s on fire.

It’s late, he thinks. Midnight, maybe. His head is turned to one side, away from the door and a pained look stuck on his face. Torn away from his brother, an act that took one of the stronger nurses and a sedative. Hadn’t been able to sleep, though, so he’s half crying, half sneering at a wall.

The door opens, and he thinks it’s his father so he doesn’t move. There’s a silence, a stillness in the air and it bleaches his lungs and he can’t breathe. Just yell, be done with it--

“...we lost.”

The voice is soft, quiet. It’s Tidus, he realizes, and frowns, shifting to face his friend. There’s dried tears, and Tidus looks like he’s in much more pain than Vanitas is.

And he’s in a hospital bed.

“I thought...jesus. They didn’t say anything, right? They just said you got into an accident.”

More silence, as the realization of what Tidus is trying to say sinks into his bones.

He thought he died.

A breath leaves him, with any words he tried working up. Tidus crosses the room in long strides, and encloses him in the strong tanned warmth that is his sunshine. The tears prick again, and Tidus sounds soothed when he speaks again.