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Vᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ([personal profile] evulsed) wrote 2019-09-10 01:41 am (UTC)

[ He doesn't spend as much time here as he used to anymore. Those first weeks he had revelled in the concept: a room and a place to call his own. Something like what Ventus had, with a bed and a dresser, something he owned-- after a fashion.

The solitude didn't matter. After all, he'd always been alone, since the beginning. Sharing with a roommate was the last thing he'd wanted.

But things changed. Vanitas is learning that this is the constant way of things. The world wasn't a static as the desert. It wasn't only punctuated by a storm, or the night, or the rising sun; unchanging under those surface conditions. It was learning to eat, learning the consequences of hubris; it was finding out someone else could feel the way he does, want the same relief. It was hearing Sora's heartbeat under his ear, a faint echo of the thing that had imprisoned him unknowingly for a decade.

Always, he has one finger on that pulse, now. Tuned in to the faint throb not his own, a low, constant sound. Still, it surprises him when he crests the staircase and finds the back of Sora's head looking back at him. His compass needle swings and sticks, just there. ]


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