"Yes. Yes, he did!" If there had ever been any doubt (and there had been, a lot of it), that had in horrific fashion removed it. Vanitas's eyes are gleaming a fever-bright yellow, the sides of his mouth curved up and exposing teeth.
Vanitas had never gotten along with Eraqus, as an understatement. Dwindling scenarios of killing him had played out as fantasy across his mind. Despite this, it had never seemed like it could actually happen. What did happen had never seemed like it could actually happen. It marked an irreversible change.
Vanitas doesn't immediately move after the blade is withdrawn, suspicious, expecting a feint of some kind. When he does, however, it's with that same velotic rush, meant to overwhelm.
"You're right," he says, leaning into the backhand strike. "I don't owe anyone anything, least of all you."
He's been thrown off balance. Ventus had him right where he wanted him. And then it clicks. They can't fuse if he's dead. Ventus has a handicap that Vanitas definitely doesn't.
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Date: 2019-03-01 09:06 am (UTC)Vanitas had never gotten along with Eraqus, as an understatement. Dwindling scenarios of killing him had played out as fantasy across his mind. Despite this, it had never seemed like it could actually happen. What did happen had never seemed like it could actually happen. It marked an irreversible change.
Vanitas doesn't immediately move after the blade is withdrawn, suspicious, expecting a feint of some kind. When he does, however, it's with that same velotic rush, meant to overwhelm.
"You're right," he says, leaning into the backhand strike. "I don't owe anyone anything, least of all you."
He's been thrown off balance. Ventus had him right where he wanted him. And then it clicks. They can't fuse if he's dead. Ventus has a handicap that Vanitas definitely doesn't.