awww, well of course he’s real! like... kind of. i mean, within certain timelines he isn’t, and in others he’s manifested alongside a horrible creature that wants nothing more but to throw you in a sack and beat you with reeds...

but you know who’s even more real?

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.

MEME OBTAINED!

‘Ventus… Ventus, Ventus, Ventus…’ Vanitas stared at the boy, standing over him while he sleeps in his bed. His thoughts revolving around the boy have always been obsessive, but this is the first time he’s ever gone to see him like this. ‘You’re the other half of my heart, but we’re totally different, aren’t we? How weird is that?’

‘When did we become so different? Was it when you decided that you would kill us both to stop me? Or, maybe even further back—when I decided I wanted to be a better pupil for Master Xehanort than you ever could be? Which of our decisions caused this irreparable divide?’

‘I don’t understand us anymore. Maybe I never did. It would be so much easier if things could just go back to the way they used to be, and I hate that I can finally understand that they never will. I hate you—me—both of us for that.’

‘Where did all this hatred for myself come from?’ Vanitas wondered, his hands forming tight fists. ‘Was this something Xehanort taught me… or did you teach me first, before we were even separated?’

Vanitas has been dead quiet the entire time, but now he lets out a ragged sigh.

@purus-lumen​: Ventus and Vanitas

Aesthetics | Currently accepting.

Meeting Ventus was less of a surprise for Vanitas. He had no problem knowing where Ventus was, after all, especially in a place like this. There were so few people and even less light...Ventus stuck out like a sore thumb.

He’s lucky I’m the first to find him.

Water dripped off of the black coat Vanitas wore, as the rain continued to fall. His hood was up, but what hair was sticking out was soaked. It was clear he’d been out here for some time.

“Didn’t expect you to end up in a world like this. Especially so soon after waking up, yeah?” He grinned, but there was an oddness to it. It wasn’t quite the mad expression he’d had the last time -- he almost seemed tired.

“Too bad your friends weren’t around to come pick you up. But I guess that wasn’t exactly an option.” He clicked his tongue. “Good thing I found you, huh? Can’t exactly be fun, wandering around in the rain for days.”

   Vanitas hadn’t been looking for Ventus, he knew where his rested so he hardly went looking for others. He did, however, often go in and out of libraries. Raiding them for books and then leaving with what he found. Not always were the tomes returned when he was finished. With a little bit of mischief, he sometimes returns the books to the wrong libraries in different worlds. 

  He’d been on this world looking for a particular book about hearts. Each variation of Radiant Garden was different, this one actually had a lot of its books left. At the sound of the voice, Vanitas looks down from his place on top of a fallen bookcase. He stares up at Ventus quietly, smacking closed the book with little effort. The chains on his black coat jangle, knocking together a few moments before settling. He’s older than their last meeting but then, so is Ventus. He looks over the other, can’t tell where he is in the timeline. Appears tired, when didn’t he? There’s a familiar feeling with this one.                Should he play along?

He stares at the other, eyes wide with curiosity. Was this… him? Was he dreaming? What was he on about anyways? This couldn’t possibly be him not speak so weirdly like that. He didn’t make any sense.

“My name’s Ventus. Not Little-kun.” He started with the smallest puff of his cheeks to signal a pout as he shrugged his shoulders before crossing his arms. “Who are you anyway? And what’s all this weird crap you’re talking about?”

▹ ☆  Little-kun ☆ ◃

                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─  “Weird, huh?” Snorting out a chuckle, “Not the first time I’ve heard that or the worst,” In comparison having an angry werewolf trying to savagely maim him and  hurling out insults that actually hurts. This was merely amusing. Weird or not, it gets the job done, “Fine, fine, I’ll tone down on the whackiness,” As much as one who was the least normal around, haaah, how to be a standard human, isn’t this going to be quite a challenge. “I think you already know who I am, unless you want further proof?”

                                      A Wayward Wind Materialized in his  LEFT  hand.

// Guess who also came back today! lol Nice to see you back!