[Vanitas all but collapses on top of Ventus, breath coming in deep pants. He simply lays there as he lets the overwhelming feelings envelop him, sinking into that sweet, sweet honeyed feeling. If he moves, he can feel the sharp scratch marks on his back, and isn't sure if the trickling feeling on his neck is sweat or blood. It doesn't matter. He feels exquisite. Complete.]
[Whole.]
[He lets out a low hum as Ventus runs his fingers in his hair, and it acts as a grounding agent for him to focus on. Eventually, he tilts his head into Ventus's hand, too tired and content to do anything else.]
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[Whole.]
[He lets out a low hum as Ventus runs his fingers in his hair, and it acts as a grounding agent for him to focus on. Eventually, he tilts his head into Ventus's hand, too tired and content to do anything else.]