✘ Vanitas (
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dream: i need the rest of me
Sender: Vanitas
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording | CW: choking, vomiting, drowning
It all starts at a Heart Station. Or, rather, what should be one. What should be a great structure rising from the very darkness itself, covered in stained glass is... Blank. There's nothing. No colors. No shapes or depictions of things that the heart would hold dear. Instead it's all broken. A web of shattered glass that is beyond repair - though it most certainly looks like someone has tried. Great fissures mar the surface while large pieces seem to be broken away or even missing. A coupled even seem to be floating above the station proper.
Most would be bright and shimmering to some degree, but this one doesn't. Whatever light had once been has faded. Stare long enough and there are flickers, as if there would be a short in the wiring, if this place had anything like electricity flowing through it.
At the center, of course, stands Vanitas. Whether or not this is a true depiction of his heart doesn't matter. This is how he views it. How he sees it. Longing. Anguish. Pain. So much pain. Hate. Hate hate hate.
Whole... I want to be whole. I need it. I need my -
Light. There it is. A soft ball of warmth coming from above. He looks up, of course. Because it's right there and within reach. When Vanitas moves, it's jumping from broken piece to broken piece and ready with his hand out to obtain what he desires most. What will make him complete. Whole.
Almost -
Monster
A pause. Frozen. Something like ice begins to move through his veins. No. Not here. Not now. The shadows around the Station seem to shift. Take the form of red, glowing eyes watching his every move. He knows this feeling. Knows this emotion. Terror. It's bubbling in his chest. Gipping it like a vice. Vision spins as Vanitas missteps and falls. Crashes against the glass. Tight too tight. Air. No air. Can't breathe. Terror. Horror. Fear. Anxiety. Everything hitting hard. Fast. Too much at once. Spinning. Spinning. Dizzy. Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Can't hold it in. Can't contain it. They're going to come out. They're going to break free. Then it will start all over again. And break free they do with Vanitas on his knees. Coughing and hacking. Covering his mouth because he needs to keep it all in. Emotions can't be allowed to break free of him again. Yet out it comes, Vanitas heaving and a black substance like tar splatters against the glass. Rolls down his face. And again. And again. Over and over, fire taking the place of ice. The glowing red stares all the more intense as they take shape and form. Unversed. Hundreds of them. All his own emotions grabbing and reaching.
Pulling. Tugging. Dragging further and further away from that Light. Not until they swallow Vanitas up completely. His lung burn. Fear. Terror. Pain. It's an endless cycle that he can't break free of. For the more intensely he feels those emotions, the more that he chokes and more spawn. What good did it to? To keep trying? This is the result. This is always the result. To live and to suffer. To strive and to always have it out of reach? To have hope. All of these thoughts cycle, out of control. Emotions spiraling until it's thing but a sea of black and those faces staring at him. Limbs growing tired and weak. Everything is fading. No Light. No Darkness. Just-
"V a n i t a s!"
Nothing.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording | CW: choking, vomiting, drowning
It all starts at a Heart Station. Or, rather, what should be one. What should be a great structure rising from the very darkness itself, covered in stained glass is... Blank. There's nothing. No colors. No shapes or depictions of things that the heart would hold dear. Instead it's all broken. A web of shattered glass that is beyond repair - though it most certainly looks like someone has tried. Great fissures mar the surface while large pieces seem to be broken away or even missing. A coupled even seem to be floating above the station proper.
Most would be bright and shimmering to some degree, but this one doesn't. Whatever light had once been has faded. Stare long enough and there are flickers, as if there would be a short in the wiring, if this place had anything like electricity flowing through it.
At the center, of course, stands Vanitas. Whether or not this is a true depiction of his heart doesn't matter. This is how he views it. How he sees it. Longing. Anguish. Pain. So much pain. Hate. Hate hate hate.
Light. There it is. A soft ball of warmth coming from above. He looks up, of course. Because it's right there and within reach. When Vanitas moves, it's jumping from broken piece to broken piece and ready with his hand out to obtain what he desires most. What will make him complete. Whole.
Almost -
A pause. Frozen. Something like ice begins to move through his veins. No. Not here. Not now. The shadows around the Station seem to shift. Take the form of red, glowing eyes watching his every move. He knows this feeling. Knows this emotion. Terror. It's bubbling in his chest. Gipping it like a vice. Vision spins as Vanitas missteps and falls. Crashes against the glass. Tight too tight. Air. No air. Can't breathe. Terror. Horror. Fear. Anxiety. Everything hitting hard. Fast. Too much at once. Spinning. Spinning. Dizzy. Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Can't hold it in. Can't contain it. They're going to come out. They're going to break free. Then it will start all over again. And break free they do with Vanitas on his knees. Coughing and hacking. Covering his mouth because he needs to keep it all in. Emotions can't be allowed to break free of him again. Yet out it comes, Vanitas heaving and a black substance like tar splatters against the glass. Rolls down his face. And again. And again. Over and over, fire taking the place of ice. The glowing red stares all the more intense as they take shape and form. Unversed. Hundreds of them. All his own emotions grabbing and reaching.
Pulling. Tugging. Dragging further and further away from that Light. Not until they swallow Vanitas up completely. His lung burn. Fear. Terror. Pain. It's an endless cycle that he can't break free of. For the more intensely he feels those emotions, the more that he chokes and more spawn. What good did it to? To keep trying? This is the result. This is always the result. To live and to suffer. To strive and to always have it out of reach? To have hope. All of these thoughts cycle, out of control. Emotions spiraling until it's thing but a sea of black and those faces staring at him. Limbs growing tired and weak. Everything is fading. No Light. No Darkness. Just-
Nothing.
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He scoops Vanitas closer and buries his nose in his hair in a rough nuzzle and cuddle. Trying to ease up on the exhaustion with his own subtle comfort of being close.]
I know. But crying isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it feels good to let it out and then figure out the rest after that.
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[ Vanitas licks his lips. Chest feeling unbearably tight again. Sora doesn't know anymore. Can't feel the emotional turmoil that Vanitas has been in for months now. ]
This. Here. I know what you said about -
[ And he's coughing because his throat is raw and sticking together. It kind of hurts to speak. But he's trying. ]
Steps back and forward. It just feels like I've lost the chance to get what I want. Again.
[ How many times much he endure literal heartbreak? ]
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[Sora pulls back slightly so he can see Vanitas' face after the coughing subsides. Almost nose to nose while he looks slightly downward at the other boy. His feet tangled up with the other.]
But... Stop talking for a second.
[He moves his hand down to touch the spot where Vanitas' heart would metaphorically be and physically is. Searching for the warmth of a heartbeat there. Now Sora doesn't have the odd and still very unexplained power of waking with him anymore and yet he...]
Hold on, I'm checking something.
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What does, though, is the fact that Sora is telling him to stop talking. Vanitas looks at him. Perplexed. Isn't he... Supposed to be talking? As in, Sora wants him to talk about feelings? ]
...Sora?
[ What are you doing? ]
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Hmm. Uh-huh. It's exactly what I thought.
[...???]
I can feel a heartbeat, it's pretty strong in there.
[What a thing to say. Especially when everyone from their world knows that the concept of "having a heart" doesn't mean your beating one in your chest. Of course, Vanitas has a beating heart pumping the blood in his body. It's the other heart that's supposed to be missing. Right? The strength of a heart, the embodiment of a soul. But don't look too perplexed yet, Vanitas.]
If you can have a heartbeat as strong as yours I know that someday your heart is going to be just as strong.
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He just feels his cheeks grow hot. Embarrassment and being flustered, mostly. Sora knows that a strong heartbeat doesn't really mean anything. Someone can have that and not necessarily have a strong heart. ]
Sora... Are you listening to yourself? Wh.. What's that got to do with anything?
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[Sora looks up but keeps his hand over the spot on Vanitas' chest where he can feel the heartbeat.]
I know it might seem really far away. But your heartbeat is proof that someday you'll have your own heart that's all yours someday. It proves that you can have it. Just like anyone else.
[He leans forward to nuzzle the other boy.]
I know you've heard stuff like that before. But it still means a lot to me to know that too. Even if someday we've gotta fight for it to happen.
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[ This seems silly. Ridiculous. That just because his heart beats means that his essence will be complete.
Vanitas sighs. Leans into the nuzzling. The encouraging words don't really reach. Not right now. Holds onto Sora so tightly. ]
I'm tired of fighting right now. We can say these things like "someday." Someday this and someday that. What we don't have is any plan for that. No solutions. Just hope.
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... I know.
[He just wants to stay optimistic. Is that so bad?
Sora huffs softly and wraps his arms around the other then.]
I just mean someday. Someday is someday. We don't gotta fight now.
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[ So that should give Sora some bit of relief. Vanitas is just having his moment. He'll pick himself up later. ]
It... Will be fine.
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Maybe he needs to try harder. Maybe he needs to find something. A plan. Like Vanitas wants.]
Yeah. It's gonna be. I'll make sure it is.
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The fact that he's allowing himself this moment of weakness. He's being weak and vulnerable. Just for a couple of hours where his walls are lowered and there's no pretenses. Just Vanitas being a boy.
This. This is relief. To not have to pretend. ]
You're still here. That's enough.
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[He knows they're still enough for each other. There's no more or less that they need to be but themselves with each other. Sora's never felt the need to be more than what he was around Vanitas. And he hopes Vanitas continues to know that he can be vulnerable around him. In the quiet of their own space now... it's just them. That's it.
But Sora has a thought in his head. That he wants to push harder to find an answer for Vanitas. He could do it for Roxas and Ventus too. But Vanitas has always been this one thing out of reach for him. Finding or making a heart for him too... Sora wants to find something.
He lets out a soft hum. Pulling the boy nice and close to him before he goes back to running his hands over his back and shoulders in comfort.]
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The hands are soothing. They've always been that way. Sora's never purposefully hurt him. Purposefully. So right now he's safe and that's what really matters. ]
Don't think I'll make it back to bed.
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[He'll endure some dead sleepy limbs just for that. That's how much he'll sacrifice for this boy. Because he cares about him this much.]
Hey. Can you promise me something?
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[ He says this, but he would have gotten up for Sora if there had been a need to. But now that he knows that he doesn't have to? Vanitas curls around Sora tighter. Hugs onto him and shoves a face in his neck.
Promise... Now what could Sora want him to promise. ]
Hmm?
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If you're stuck in a nightmare again, that you'll try to think of a good memory you've had instead.
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[ In the heat of the moment, is that possible? Can it be that easy? Sora makes it sound easy... ]
Is it possible? To be so lucid that I could come up with something like that?
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[In a dreamy world like this too it doesn't seem like that farfetched of an idea. Right?]
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[ He huffs and bites at Sora's shoulder. ]
The only consistent thing is obviously you.
[ Wow. Isn't that something of a "I want you" admission? ]
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Then try to dream about me coming to rescue you like a dashing prince!
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Squints at Sora with an "ew" expression. ]
I am not anything close to a princess.
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Uh-huh. Sure you aren't.
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First of all, I don't sing at the drop of a hat. [ He really doesn't. ] Secondly, I don't have a plethora of animal sidekicks.
[ Of course Breeze takes this moment to MROW loudly and jump on the back of the couch. Vanitas looks her way and glares. ]
Traitor. No one asked for your two cents.
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[Sora kicks a little and swats gently at the other boy. A few smacks back in return.]
I think Breezy thinks otherwise about that! Hah! Now you just gotta work on the singing thing!
[PRINCESS.]
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wrap up! 💖