That's really rude. It's not like Ventus is used to talking in a way that doesn't comprise entirely of one word answers, reports and nodding along to monologues. Vanitas should be more understanding.
"Oh, I dunno." Ventus really has no idea how Vanitas would know. He's not really sure how he knows, actually. His blade clangs down, twisted into void gears snarled teeth and he blinks a bit, unable to pull away. He twists, trying to catch the momentum of the strike as Vanitas parrys it away. It's not the most sucessful and he stumbles, exposing his back and side to Vanitas as he staggers.
You're nothing. Vanitas says, as Ven looks up, hefting the blade. The insult glances off, Ven barely even registers it as such. What could he say? What Ventus is doesn't matter. It just matters what he can become. What Vanitas is preventing him from becoming.
His block is sloppy, Void Gear makes contact and Ven grunts as it makes contact. It hurts, but he knows that doesn't matter. With a cry he kicks up, trying to push Vanitas off balence.
"You're not anything more then me." Ventus says, his even neutral tone turning into something more frantic, more bitter. "We're the same. You just won't do what you're told!"
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Date: 2019-03-01 03:03 am (UTC)"Oh, I dunno." Ventus really has no idea how Vanitas would know. He's not really sure how he knows, actually. His blade clangs down, twisted into void gears snarled teeth and he blinks a bit, unable to pull away. He twists, trying to catch the momentum of the strike as Vanitas parrys it away. It's not the most sucessful and he stumbles, exposing his back and side to Vanitas as he staggers.
You're nothing. Vanitas says, as Ven looks up, hefting the blade. The insult glances off, Ven barely even registers it as such. What could he say? What Ventus is doesn't matter. It just matters what he can become. What Vanitas is preventing him from becoming.
His block is sloppy, Void Gear makes contact and Ven grunts as it makes contact. It hurts, but he knows that doesn't matter. With a cry he kicks up, trying to push Vanitas off balence.
"You're not anything more then me." Ventus says, his even neutral tone turning into something more frantic, more bitter. "We're the same. You just won't do what you're told!"