"Then stop me." Ventus' tone wasn't even mocking, and maybe that was the worst part. There was no joy in it, just a single minded fervor in those blank blue eyes. He needed to fight Vanitas again, kill him here in this heart for them to become one. He needed to do it, so he would. Ven paused, thinking before he threw out another jab. "I'm fighting her right now, you better hurry."
He raised the X-blade, inwardly mourning that it's shape didn't allow for his familiar back handed grip. The blade didn't sing in his soul like Wayward Wind had, no gentle comfort. The X-blade felt vast and powerful and confusing and Ven stopped thinking about how he felt near instantly. It didn't matter.
Luckily Xenonort had always been a prepared Master. When he thought Ventus had grown to accostomed to his own keyblade, he'd made him fight without it, or with anothers. Ventus pulled his foot back, raising the X-blade in an upper handed grip and--moved, the same wind speed they shared driving him forward to upper cut at Vanitas with the blades shining edge.
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enter the darkness but FLUTE starts playing.
Date: 2019-02-28 04:34 pm (UTC)He raised the X-blade, inwardly mourning that it's shape didn't allow for his familiar back handed grip. The blade didn't sing in his soul like Wayward Wind had, no gentle comfort. The X-blade felt vast and powerful and confusing and Ven stopped thinking about how he felt near instantly. It didn't matter.
Luckily Xenonort had always been a prepared Master. When he thought Ventus had grown to accostomed to his own keyblade, he'd made him fight without it, or with anothers. Ventus pulled his foot back, raising the X-blade in an upper handed grip and--moved, the same wind speed they shared driving him forward to upper cut at Vanitas with the blades shining edge.