#ofventus

"Ventus, Ventus, Ventus...."Oh, where could he even remotely begin to initiate an elated cognition when it came to the light hearten blonde. There was a faint glow in the small cracked expression on the recluse at the contemplation of the young male he once shared a soul with though now tattered and torn in a way that could never be mended again and yet-- he still felt this unexplained demand to be close once again. What once started out as animosity revulsion and deep down disgust for the boy after all that had happened, turned out to be astonishing and an abnormal misunderstanding on both parts. Yes, while being his parallel opposite of long ago; he wouldn't have wanted to accept simple listening for petty pride would have gotten the best of him but now, well... now was different. Different in a way that made it difficult for him to conjure a simple gratification and to take  step back and really truly see. Before, a fight broke out though turning into words of forbearance compassion on the account of the light carrier after heavy moments of realizing that there was no use in changing something that reveled the past of long ago. Eyes glanced to the floor, deep in thought as he considered the boy before glancing off to the side. The recluse, though would never say out loud, had grown to admire the boy he once called his own and even still, he cherished a small star shaped emerald pendant in the palm of his hand, keeping it out of sight of the one before him. A sign of friendship and connection. The wayfinder-- a gift that the phantom would never understand... "He's... someone who's a waste of my time... that's all." He added in quickly, eyes falling once again in hopes of minimizing eye contact before revolving away to now extend out his hand, revealing the small pendant in his hand. Crimson irises stared down before a small index reached to graze the trimming of the star. "...waste of time..." He finished with a simple utter of his lips and if one was careful to notice, why, they might have even seen a genuine smile on the face of the ghost. ooc// ErMahFerckin'Gerd!! It's Venuts! xD I love you, bro! You're like, the apple of my eye. Literally. I look up to you so much and your writing is just perfect! Our crack conversations with the khcc will always be something I hold dear and will never forget! omg! and our rp is just so perf too!! ;A; It gives me so many feels! It hurts so bad and your reply when Ventus gave Remnant his wayfinder actually made me tear up! Like, omg! I legit almost started crying! This is seriously the one rp that has given me so much feels! I love you!! We seriously need to talk more!

"First of all, we're not friends. I never agree to a friendship with you nor asked for it, chump. I don't need friends. Secondly, who else is going to that faggot in his place? He's just a stupid dog that needs a tight grip on his leash, and I so happen to be the one to do it. As for myself... Feh, just another rebel without a cause."

.......O... kay

"Tch, what do you want Ven? Look, if you're looking for Pit, you got the wrong one."

Oh you~ u///u;;;

Do they go on vacations, if so where:  Joshua's a Composer, so they don't go out much.

Curt words belonged to no one, nothing, seemingly suspended in a dance along the invisible currents within the air. the Weapon personification not yet revealing herself, balanced just out of corporeal status as pale digits fondly stroked along the silver etched casing of her pocket watch. "It is rather rude to approach without greeting, so I am led to believe is in your normal mannerisms."

B-but thank you anyways, Bentus! <3 ;D I'd never unfollow you in a million years, okies? Okies.