Vanitas wouldn't be Vanitas if he didn't rub it in. He sees those gritted teeth and hears those curt words and lifts his chin with it.
"We will." He also has to have the last word, when it comes to things.
They clash together like current-driven icebergs - the impact rings out across the space, a tone so strong and high that it's only natural glass should shatter. Vanitas's eyes widen. The feedback pain feels like his ribcage has been crumpled up like a piece of paper, and he struggles to draw breath.
He floats in the dark space, surrounded by drifting and tumbling shards. He can see Ventus in the distance, the impact having pushed them apart.
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Date: 2019-03-02 12:11 am (UTC)"We will." He also has to have the last word, when it comes to things.
They clash together like current-driven icebergs - the impact rings out across the space, a tone so strong and high that it's only natural glass should shatter. Vanitas's eyes widen. The feedback pain feels like his ribcage has been crumpled up like a piece of paper, and he struggles to draw breath.
He floats in the dark space, surrounded by drifting and tumbling shards. He can see Ventus in the distance, the impact having pushed them apart.