It's not an exaggeration to say that Vanitas's life is pain. The rotten core of his heart drips from it's wound - or would, were it not for the bracelet keeping everything in him, turning blood loss into spreading bruising. He is not allowed to see his other half, that it aches for, and night makes this somewhat easy. In his late sessions, Eraqus says that, with effort, Vanitas could work his way back into the light, into good graces, into all the things Vanitas misses but can't imagine. Vanitas doesn't believe it. Some part of him wants to.
Something ancient and deeper than that drives him, in accepting the state of affairs, in swallowing hardship like food. It's not anything mystical, though it does resonate with his darkness-nature - it's pure and utter survival.
He's lying on his back in his bed, breathing shallowly for care of his ribs. He heals fast - it will be gone by next lesson, and right now it's too much to think even of casting a spell. The door suddenly shaking like something's struck it causes him to jolt upright and then roll off the bed with the momentum of curling up with a yelp. He hits the floor and clambers to his feet against stars, just in time for the door to slam open fully, revealing... himself.
Or not. His other half. The one he's not allowed to see, on pain of- Vanitas's decision making capabilities aren't the best at the best of times, but this might be why he takes one look at Ventus standing in the doorway and tries to fling himself out of a fifth-floor window.
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Date: 2020-08-31 05:44 am (UTC)Something ancient and deeper than that drives him, in accepting the state of affairs, in swallowing hardship like food. It's not anything mystical, though it does resonate with his darkness-nature - it's pure and utter survival.
He's lying on his back in his bed, breathing shallowly for care of his ribs. He heals fast - it will be gone by next lesson, and right now it's too much to think even of casting a spell. The door suddenly shaking like something's struck it causes him to jolt upright and then roll off the bed with the momentum of curling up with a yelp. He hits the floor and clambers to his feet against stars, just in time for the door to slam open fully, revealing... himself.
Or not. His other half. The one he's not allowed to see, on pain of-
Vanitas's decision making capabilities aren't the best at the best of times, but this might be why he takes one look at Ventus standing in the doorway and tries to fling himself out of a fifth-floor window.