#rxcusant

i heard emil and ratatosk you summoned me

i offer u one (1) good boi

No mortal should have the kind of skill that came from having touched so many hearts, that was what many Masters of the past would have said. No mortal should know what it takes to fragment a heart, to divide it or move it. Then again, when had Xehanort cared about what those Masters would say?

It was easy, in the way copying a world was easy -which was to say, not at all-, to take Vanitas from Sora’s heart and offer his instead.

“Until we find Ventus.” He had said, once again in the library of the world known as Beast’s Castle. “Or until you can survive on your own.”

Because Xehanort needed them both, in truth, and his plans were already critical enough. Because even his own self was a tool at his disposal in service of something greater than himself, and he’d do all in his hands to prevent things from going as they would if he just waited.

@rxcusant​​​ whispered:  ❝ Vanitas rolls over, still bleary eyed and barely conscious, and mumbles, "I could kick your ass." Then he rolls back over and conks out again. ❞ ★⚟ unprompted

    Taking note of a shift in the corner of his eye, Ventus glances up from the diary entry he’s working on, meeting Vanitas’s somnolent gaze until he flops back onto his side

     “I’ll be okay, even if I’m gone.”