Finally getting a reaction from Ventus is not as satisfying as Vanitas imagined, a mirroring aggravation rising instead. It's likely because it's the same reaction someone would have to an annoying fly rather than a weak spot needled, and also carries the condescending expectation Vanitas should give a damn about what people who've done nothing for him want.
The Flood finally manages a squeak on impact, clawing at the loose stone edge. While being made of pure negative emotion and therefore not strictly needing air, the shape something takes has a great deal of influence on it... as does intent to harm.
Vanitas knows he can't maintain the fiction he doesn't care even as he automatically reacts. He darts forward, eyes wide... then literally darts forward, skidding to a halt behind Ventus. A loose brick falls into the abyss of cloud at his heels - he has to dig his keyblade in reflexively to avoid following it. The Flood is close enough to place one paw on his foot and it does and he draws it in, and is immediately filled with sharp, restless agitation, adjacent to and approaching fear. This, he manages to push down enough it doesn't come back out again, although it by no means disappears.
He has no fucking clue how he just did that, but now he's at the edge, and Ventus is between him and the rest of the Castle Grounds - not a favourable position to be in, and therefore one in which that emotion won't leave. Anger rises up beside it, hot and then cold, and Vanitas resists the urge to push down on or scratch his skin.
"Why are you here." he says, and if it sounds like it's directed at the universe in general a little that's because it is.
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timeasmymeasure
man i forgot he could do this
Date: 2019-03-21 07:27 am (UTC)Finally getting a reaction from Ventus is not as satisfying as Vanitas imagined, a mirroring aggravation rising instead. It's likely because it's the same reaction someone would have to an annoying fly rather than a weak spot needled, and also carries the condescending expectation Vanitas should give a damn about what people who've done nothing for him want.
The Flood finally manages a squeak on impact, clawing at the loose stone edge. While being made of pure negative emotion and therefore not strictly needing air, the shape something takes has a great deal of influence on it... as does intent to harm.
Vanitas knows he can't maintain the fiction he doesn't care even as he automatically reacts. He darts forward, eyes wide... then literally darts forward, skidding to a halt behind Ventus. A loose brick falls into the abyss of cloud at his heels - he has to dig his keyblade in reflexively to avoid following it. The Flood is close enough to place one paw on his foot and it does and he draws it in, and is immediately filled with sharp, restless agitation, adjacent to and approaching fear. This, he manages to push down enough it doesn't come back out again, although it by no means disappears.
He has no fucking clue how he just did that, but now he's at the edge, and Ventus is between him and the rest of the Castle Grounds - not a favourable position to be in, and therefore one in which that emotion won't leave. Anger rises up beside it, hot and then cold, and Vanitas resists the urge to push down on or scratch his skin.
"Why are you here." he says, and if it sounds like it's directed at the universe in general a little that's because it is.