[There is always so many ways to fight fate, to cut the strings that tries to lead them down a certain path.
Ven is used to the hurt, long before Riku has come around. He’s gotten used to the darkness that has surrounded him, the edges of light that’s Sora keeping him warm and reminding him he isn’t alone. He takes steps to avoid letting anyone else get hurt again, to be the cause for the hurt that has happened.
If Riku has become the dawn, then what does that make Ven?
The light of the dawn that barely holds itself together.
His eyes widens when Riku grabs him again, blue-green staring into vivid blue and he’s at a loss for words. Ven almost recoils from him, from wanting to continue being trapped here, but he can’t.
Not when Riku is looking at him like that, and his mark practically sings.]
You think I understand you? [It’s almost laughable. He can feel a bit of Vanitas lingering inside, laughing at them both.] Riku—
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Ven is used to the hurt, long before Riku has come around. He’s gotten used to the darkness that has surrounded him, the edges of light that’s Sora keeping him warm and reminding him he isn’t alone. He takes steps to avoid letting anyone else get hurt again, to be the cause for the hurt that has happened.
If Riku has become the dawn, then what does that make Ven?
The light of the dawn that barely holds itself together.
His eyes widens when Riku grabs him again, blue-green staring into vivid blue and he’s at a loss for words. Ven almost recoils from him, from wanting to continue being trapped here, but he can’t.
Not when Riku is looking at him like that, and his mark practically sings.]
You think I understand you? [It’s almost laughable. He can feel a bit of Vanitas lingering inside, laughing at them both.] Riku—