( @purus-lumen || from here ) ❛ fuckin' hit me already. ❜
MEME OBTAINED!
"Language, Ventus. I thought your Master taught you better than that," Vanitas mocks his other half, grinning a razor-sharp smile beneath the opaque black helmet. He can feel Ventus' anger like it's his own, and he can't help but relish in it. It's clear as a knife, cutting straight into Vanitas' core.
It's one of the few times when Vanitas feels closest to Ventus, when Ventus is angry—when Vanitas is the center of Ventus' world the same way that Ventus has always been the center of his. When Ventus is angry, he can't ignore Vanitas. Ventus can't go back to his silly little life with Terra and Aqua and forget about him like Vanitas is nothing more than a rotten memory.
"But... if you really insist," Vanitas rears his arm back to slug him right in the face. His fist never connects. Instead, Vanitas simply fazes behind Ventus and leans back against him, propping his elbow up on Ventus' shoulder.
"I think I'll pass. I ain't interested in givin' you what you want."
