Vanitas's triumph in finally getting a reaction is cut short as the chi-blade hits him; the blade and sharp spines leave a cat-scratch of myriad cuts across him that start seeping black mist. The double movement was too fast - he hisses, put on the defensive, with no focus to spare other than blocking each new strike as it comes, forced into less and less favorable position despite attempt to disengage, because of attempt to disengage.
Still, the smug look (covering up a scared look) persists even as the tip of the blade points at Vanitas's throat under his chin. What finally knocks it off is Ventus's declaration, and it becomes downright murderous.
"Following him was my choice!" And not anyone else's. No one made Vanitas chase after him - the reason he told no one was because he knew it'd be shot down if he asked. The comparison incenses. "How stupid are you? You'd have to be blind not to see how much the idiot cares!"
Vanitas would not be as confident in this declaration as he is, were it not that he has proof. The very clothes he's wearing, that he tugs at as if to remind himself they're still there, are Terra's hand-me-downs but more than that, they're record that he made the offer. Again and again, an extended hand, despite all reason and no reward.
It's only the sword-tip that keeps Vanitas from lunging at Ventus again.
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Date: 2019-03-01 04:46 am (UTC)Still, the smug look (covering up a scared look) persists even as the tip of the blade points at Vanitas's throat under his chin. What finally knocks it off is Ventus's declaration, and it becomes downright murderous.
"Following him was my choice!" And not anyone else's. No one made Vanitas chase after him - the reason he told no one was because he knew it'd be shot down if he asked. The comparison incenses. "How stupid are you? You'd have to be blind not to see how much the idiot cares!"
Vanitas would not be as confident in this declaration as he is, were it not that he has proof. The very clothes he's wearing, that he tugs at as if to remind himself they're still there, are Terra's hand-me-downs but more than that, they're record that he made the offer. Again and again, an extended hand, despite all reason and no reward.
It's only the sword-tip that keeps Vanitas from lunging at Ventus again.