vacantis: ventus looking away, hes still uncomfortable (uh... >->)
Silence...

A boy who everyone called Ventus couldn't believe how little he once considered the world. Foolishly he'd once thought of silence as just an absence, a background when things were a little boring, nothing to be given any thought. How wrong he was. Silence was, as teacher who were people once said, golden. Silence was a sanctuary where no one could hurt you.

It made him so happy, curled up in a bed in a bunk he didn't want to think about, that Ventus didn't quite trust it. Sleepy, safe, quiet. Alone in his own head, not thinking about anything. It didn't seem real. A bit of safety like this felt so foreign after a few months that he couldn't wrap his head around it. Could't move, for fear of breaking it. Whatever. It didn't matter. Anything he said yesterday felt stupid the second he'd gone home, slunk away from that silence and back to...too...

For a second he flipped one of the earmufflers up just to test that he wasn't crazy. The roar of machinary, the shaking of this building, the sound of a hundred other children yelling or crying or just...breathing to close was enough. Ven curled up around his tiny corner bed, and absolved himself to stay here forever. He wouldn't even leave this place to eat, if it meant taking his quiet away.
vacantis: ([leans over] was my boss battle to hard?)
It had taken a while, to find his way out of the weird maze of bird cages and spires of the west wing, but Ventus perked up when he saw a familiar flicking yellow light. He actually recognized it for once, the unwelcoming sterile light of a hospital waiting room. It was enough to pick up his pace, dragging the half modified bone saw off the ground and onto his shoulder as he jogged forward. Not a creature moved to follow him, which Ventus would have usually found odd, but now he was so relieved to finally know where he was, for once, that he plainly ignored it.

The second his feet touched carpet (and he blanched at how these new boots stained it instantly) he saw a familiar figure standing in front of a long broken elevator. Sure maybe a bit worse for wear, but the only other child he'd seen in the entirety of this pediatric hospital was instantly recognizable.

"Vanitas!" He practically tossed the weapon away as he rushed the boy, half tackling him. Dreams can't evaporate if you hold them close. "You're alive!!!!"
vacantis: really close up of eye (Default)
There's another boy in the Land of Departure.

Ventus has seen him, maybe three times, despite apparently everyone involved's best efforts. Always in the evening or the early morning. Questioning Aqua and Terra never helped, and the one time he walked up to Master Eraqus and asked him plainly he'd gotten a firm hand on his head and a stern word to mind his studies.


He'd...forgotten about it for a while after that. Just hadn't thought about it, and went back to training with Terra and Aqua. They were finally letting him use keyblade, and they said it was fall now, and the leaves turning red meant snow was on the way, and it was so dreadfully exciting.

But he'd seen the boy again, when grabbing a book for Terra late at night, just a flash of a head of black hair from a window, but before he could stop himself he was pressed up to the glass like someone had pulled a wire taunt.

The other figure, the other boy, his age maybe, was limping along back towards a wing of the house Ventus had thought nobody used. He'd opened a door, vanishing from veiw, and Ventus had reeled back as the spell was broken.

The desire to follow the other boy was overwelming. Ventus had to swallow it down, a hand on his chest as his heart pounded. He'd finally managed to stumble to bed, but his mind kept returning to the door, to the boy, to the...incessent pulling he felt. It was frightening, but he kept it to himself, even as Aqua scolded him for poor footwork.

That night he sat up in bed, eyes wide and unblinking. He could put it off no longer. Without even bothering to put anything over his sleep clothes he walked out over the wet grass towards the unused wing of the house, its windows boarded up and dark. The door, when he put his hand onto it was cold. It was also locked.

Ventus groaned. Unlock spells...the simplest imaginable, still eluded him. There was only one thing to do. With a huff he shot a palm out, a giant gust of wind following and rattling the door on his hinges. It remained closed, feeling desperate, the pull in his mind growing stronger, Ven tried again and again.

When he paused, opening his eyes and breathing raggedly, the door was swinging--its lock shattered and its hinges squealing from the abuse. Ven felt terrible for about a half second, before he stepped inside.
vacantis: really close up of eye (Default)
After the notice came into the palace of Vanitas' predictable utterly surprising failure to sack the north pole, the current Fire Lord had called Ventus. Not in person of course, but the messenger delivered the orders well enough.

While General Axel was still missing, Vanitas had survived, along with Uncle Bragi. Ventus had no idea how Xehanort had figured that out, but he'd been on a ship setting course for some spa towards the north of the Earth Kingdom before he could do any real poking.

Still the ship is nice, it's been years since there were family vacations to speak of, and Ventus is determined to get his ocean air when he can get it. When they pull ashore to the spa where Vanitas and Uncle are staying, he's even more pleased. He knew it was nice, but Uncle's taste really was frivolous. Ventus could see at least ten different ways to sack the thing, which probably meant the baths were excellent.

Checking in isn't really necessary when your second first in line for the throne and show up with a full battleship. Getting the key wasn't hard either, and the shaking clerk pressed it into Ventus' hand.

After that, it was only a matter of settling in on Vanitas's bed for a bit of shut eye before his brother came in, arguing with uncle on something or other. Ventus propped himself up onto an elbow to grin at them.

"Hello brother." He waves a hand, grinning at Zuko, and then Uncle in turn.
vacantis: really close up of eye (Default)
"Ventus" was at school again. Or whatever seemed to pass for it.

The screen in front of him was grainy and covered in what seemed like eons worth of dust and grease--something he knew from experience from the first time he'd tried to rub at it to get a clearer veiw and it had left a brown smear across his hand. One he couldn't get off for days, without any water to spare and nothing to resemble clean anywhere around him.

That's right. He thought, even as he gripped at this thin clothes he wore and drew his knees up to stare at the screen, to ignore the tinny hum of the speakers nearby. Something about rules, and traffic, and it was so unbearable spoken in a condescending cruel tone that Ventus had grown to hate that he found himself covering his ears. Everything here is unclean.

It wasn't enough that there wasn't any sun (but what was the sun anyway, if nobody believed in it), it wasn't that there wasn't enough space, that the kids at the shelter pushed and shoved or stared with dark eyes (or even worse, with nothing and that scared Ventus down to his core). It wasn't that he wasn't believed, or he couldn't even believe in himself anymore.

It was that he was so, damnably unclean. It got to him in the way nothing else could. He didn't know anything but he knew he couldn't have felt like this always--trapped with no way out, wanting to rip his own skin off just to...to what? Escape it?

He was beginning to realize his thoughts weren't making sense, which was so close to what the doctors had told him it made him grip his head tighter, rocking back and forth on the chair because that at least, he'd figured out, the people here allowed.
vacantis: ventus looking away, hes still uncomfortable (uh... >->)
Its very very late when Ventus finally slips out of the small basement room Xehanort has been using as his lab for the last few months. It's on the very far side of the castle, probably an old food storage room for one of the unused kitchens, but its connected to the rooms where Master Xehanort is supposed to stay by a spiralling bricked up staircase Ventus hadn't even known about until Xehanort had pointed it out to him. But he doesn't take that one now. Instead bare feet send him padding down the dark hallways, quiet over both cold stone and plush carpet. He clutches the single flood to his chest and tries to keep his breathing steady.

He said no.

He could barely process it. He'd said no. No to Master Xehanort when he'd wanted something, and somehow he'd listened. Smiled and sent him off with a pat to the head, like he'd done something right. It sent him spinning, leaning a little on the wall to clutch the flood tighter. He'd said no, and everything had turned out fine. Nothing could feel more like a trap, but the elation and hope of the moment only sent him spinning further.

Still, still he couldn't be distracted. The only reason Ventus wasn't running to lock himself in his room for the next two days (food be damned, he'd manage) was that he had something else he needed to do, immediately. The flood wiggled in his arms as if it could sense his intent, and he hushed it a little. It would be out of danger soon, though he wasn't sure it could understand that.

Finding Vanitas was always simple. He stopped in front of the other boys door, squinting at the crack beneath it to try and spot a light. His other half claimed he didn't need sleep, but Ventus accepted that he might interupt some slumber in order to fulfill this task. He raised a hand up and knocked. One, two three.

"Vanitas?" He said quietly, pressed against the door. "Its...it's Ventus. May I enter?"
vacantis: (im both sad and disgusted by this)
For once, nothing hurt.

Awareness had shifted for a bit for Ventus, like he'd lost time. He'd been sitting, and there had been a loud sound,the kind that usually usually he'd try for his keyblade on instinct (which was stupid because there was nothing to fight and he had no real way of doing so without his keyblade, and that was the issue that Ventus had no idea what to do with himself otherwise).

For once, however, he'd not met unexpected stimuli with untoward and vigorously applied violence (no point). No he'd gone and done something else, entirely by instinct. He blinked down at his Vanitas's no name deamon, his fist balled into her fur despite any protests. The contact was intense, strange and foreign and familiar at the same time. It was so intense it hurt, and yet it filled some acheing void in his bones that had been so everpresent he'd nearly suceeded in forgetting it.

He looked at Vanitas across the room, dug his fingers in, and narrowed his eyes ever so, slightly.
vacantis: (ugh!!)
Xehanorts heart crumbles before them, sparking out into motes of light that feel at odds with the darkness that was pouring from the man a second prior. They twinkle as they vanish up into the abyss above their shared station, until all theres is left is the faint silence of their shared heart.

Ventus stares after the heart blankly for a second, before he collapses to his knees beside Vanitas, his half of the X blade disspating in his hands as he brings them up to his face with a low moan. The emotions that had been buried under the shared determination of the fight came to a final, ugly, head. Ventus had his body back, technically, but he had nothing else. No friends. No master. No purpose. No reason to exist. The weight of his actions seemed crushing, towards Vanitas, towards Xehanort, even towards himself.

Completed as he was. For the first time in his life, Ventus felt completely alone.

He sobbed into his hands, an ugly inhuman sound that echoed around the station. His composure was completly broken, there was hardly any sign of the blank eyed creature that had stalked Vanitas and his friends. Just any other person, any other kid, mourning something he couldn't take back.
vacantis: (theres no need to be like...rude :()
The endless horizon drifts beneath his feet as he swings them a little, tapping his heels against the edge of this world tunelessly.

Ventus doesn't know where he is.

That's, it's not exactly the most odd thing. Ventus often doesn't really know the names of the worlds he's on, because it doesn't really matter. But usually then he has a plan, or orders, but he woke up with no notes in his pocket and swinging Wayward Wind around did nothing to summon a portal back home. He's stuck here, purposeless...perhaps its a punishment. Ventus doesn't know what he's done wrong, runs over recent events in his head as he stares out blankly. He'd fought his other self once, beaten up that blue haired girl, unleashed heartless to strengthen Vanitas and draw Xehanorts new body away. All according to plan, so why?

He rips up a bit of grass from the lawn beside him, sprinkling it down slowly into the abyss instead of pondering further. The why wasn't that important, actually. He'd messed up, so he just needed to wait until it was clear what he needed to do.
vacantis: (theres no need to be like...rude :()
Vanitas lay floating and half awake on the inside of their heart. Ven, floated before him, looking down at the X-blade. It seemed...different. More tarnished then he'd imagined. Jagged and ripped. Ven wasn't stupid, but between the battle with that blue haired girl (what was her name..? he didn't remember) and his own adjustment to the new presence of his heart it took a few turns of thought before he realized.

Our union didn't work.

And oh, that wasn't good. Master Xenonort needed the complete X-blade to unlock kingdom hearts. Ven needed..well no Ven didn't need anything actually. He knew that. But Ven knew that this malformed keyblade meant he wasn't whole. And if he wasn't whole he couldn't do the best job he could, couldn't serve Master Xenonort, couldn't...couldn't...

He shook the thoughts away, schooling his face as he pointed the X-blade at Vanitas's stirring body.

"It wasn't finished." He said quietly, but his soul was quiet, so unless Vanitas started shouting, he was bound to hear. "Our union..I mean. The X-blade can't stay broken like this." He paused, the his eyes seeming a little blanker by the second. "Why won't you join me? We need to complete it."
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