dreamcrystals | 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.

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[He sighs softly.]

... 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.

I'll go back to it tomorrow.

[ 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.

[But the note here was that Sora wanted to give him some relief. Not the other way around. Of course, Vanitas is allowed to have his moment. Sora thought his heartfelt note would help. But it didn't really...

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.

[ He has though, in his own way. Vanitas will accept it in his own way. Sora has worked him through the emotional outburst. Cleaned him. Is now embracing him. Hasn't left his side.

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.

I know.

[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.]

[ Vanitas is also aware that if Sora decides upon doing something, there will be no talking him out of it. All that Van can hope to do is make sure that the other boy doesn't get himself in too deep. Right now though, all that concerns him is the fact that Sora is here. He can feel his warmth and his heartbeat.

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.

We can stay right here, you can even sleep on me if you want to.

[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?

How nice to have your permission. I wasn't about to go anywhere any time soon.

[ 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?

[He lets out a small laugh and curls his hand back into Vanitas' hair. Good, he'll accept this koala bear boy.]

If you're stuck in a nightmare again, that you'll try to think of a good memory you've had instead.

Try and think of a good memory?

[ 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?

I think so. Dreams are made up of what is in our heads so why couldn't you try to change a nightmare to make it into what you want?

[In a dreamy world like this too it doesn't seem like that farfetched of an idea. Right?]

Make it into what I want. Sora, that implies that I really know what I would want.

[ 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? ]

[He has to take the moment to slide in a little playful comment. Hoping to ease the heaviness of the night with something silly. But true.]

Then try to dream about me coming to rescue you like a dashing prince!

[ There's a pause. Vanitas blinks. Whatever depression or exhaustion he might have been feeling goes out the window. He pushes himself upright. Leans back.

Squints at Sora with an "ew" expression. ]

I am not anything close to a princess.

[Sora snorts with laughter and winks at the other. Letting the other sit up and he just looks smug up at the other boy.]

Uh-huh. Sure you aren't.

[ The laugh is met with Vanitas smacking Sora on the chest. Then a little harder when the boy winks. ]

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.

Edited 2022-02-12 19:04 (UTC)

Hahah! Ow- Heh! Ah!!

[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.]

[ The little slap fight isn't going to last long. Vanitas doesn't have the energy to keep it up. So he just flops back against Sora, huffing.

Rubbing his face on the other boy's shoulder. ]

Her opinion doesn't count. She's just a cat.

[ Another meow in protest! ]

[Sora snickers but he eases off on his teasing and pulls the boy close to him again. Giving him a snuggle and squeezing him.]

Alright, maybe you're not a princess. But I'm still sure that if you think about something like that while you're having a bad dream it will help.

[Still thinking that when Vanitas has a nightmare he'll suddenly start picturing himself as a princess. But at least the rest of it is true.]

[ Yeah, picturing himself as a princess is the last thing he wants to do. However, trying to imagine that Sora or someone else is there? That... That might be okay. It could work, if he thinks of it at the time. ]

We'll see.

[ That burst of energy has done him in though. Vanitas settles once more against Sora. Maybe like this he'll drift off again for an hour or so. He'll fight against it, of course. Who wants to go to sleep after that?

Maybe Sora can help with this matter too. ]

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