Ventus has always had issues of his own to deal with, and given that the last person he actually talked to before his heart sought Sora's was Vanitas. His other half. His Darkness.
Everything that Ven was and torn apart from him.
It makes the ice in his body grow, chilling him to the bone that even Riku's coat could never hope to keep out.
His heart isn't as big as Sora's, but it's big enough. He reaches out to people, let them feel the gentle warmth that helps them smile, helps them reach their dreams. He's that spring breeze that comes to melt away the ice and bring in the season of flowers and gentleness. But then again, that's all he is.
A wind.
A current of air no one can see and can't grab a hold of. And the wind and earth can't hope to be matched up, right? He's always meant to keep on traveling, a memory of withered rocks and erosion left in his wake from the damage that he's brought. That he'll continue to bring.
Much like how it is for Sora and Riku.
Why is he here?
Riku is suddenly in his vision and Ventus blinks, startled, but the frost continues to grow, creeping up along the hand that remains on his shoulder. He looks up at him, deep blue meeting sea green.]
It's not yours either.
[Riku isn't to blame for how he feels and Ven...Ven knows where his part lies with all of this. He's always been more of a weapon than someone who could be loved--
He's the broken boy who failed to become the blade, after all.]
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Ventus has always had issues of his own to deal with, and given that the last person he actually talked to before his heart sought Sora's was Vanitas. His other half. His Darkness.
Everything that Ven was and torn apart from him.
It makes the ice in his body grow, chilling him to the bone that even Riku's coat could never hope to keep out.
His heart isn't as big as Sora's, but it's big enough. He reaches out to people, let them feel the gentle warmth that helps them smile, helps them reach their dreams. He's that spring breeze that comes to melt away the ice and bring in the season of flowers and gentleness. But then again, that's all he is.
A wind.
A current of air no one can see and can't grab a hold of. And the wind and earth can't hope to be matched up, right? He's always meant to keep on traveling, a memory of withered rocks and erosion left in his wake from the damage that he's brought. That he'll continue to bring.
Much like how it is for Sora and Riku.
Why is he here?
Riku is suddenly in his vision and Ventus blinks, startled, but the frost continues to grow, creeping up along the hand that remains on his shoulder. He looks up at him, deep blue meeting sea green.]
It's not yours either.
[Riku isn't to blame for how he feels and Ven...Ven knows where his part lies with all of this. He's always been more of a weapon than someone who could be loved--
He's the broken boy who failed to become the blade, after all.]