dreamcrystals | dream: i need the rest of me

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sora

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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Yeah, I've got you.

[He might just try to scoop Vanitas up so he doesn't have to walk too much. Instead of making Vanita wobble his way after all that nausea. He'll make sure Vanitas is there comfortable on the couch and he brushes his fingers over his brow.]

Just gonna grab the blankets, okay? I'll be right back.

[ He's too tired and achy to even fight it. Just to prove how drained of emotion he is... there are no Unversed. Nothing is forming. Nothing is manifesting. Vanitas literally has nothing left in him at the moment.

So once placed on the couch he'll curl up there. Years ago he wouldn't have been able to do this. Or, rather, he wouldn't have allowed for himself to do this. Be vulnerable and expose himself. He would have taken to hiding. But here he doesn't have to do that. Here, he's fine. Safe.

Cared for.

It's taken him a while to be okay with that. To accept this help and everything that comes with it. But here he is, relying on Sora to do everything that he just can't. To keep him safe. ]

[And he will always keep his promise of doing that. He'll always take care of Vanitas as much as the universe lets him. He'll rely on the other just as much as he wants Vanitas to rely on him. A push back and forth that should always, always be there.

He won't take long to gather up the mound of blankets that Sora always likes to have, They're still warm from sleeping as Sora returns and starts to drape them over Vanitas like a parachute. He tucks in gently before he moves to climb in there too. Snuggling in and scooping Vanitas to him with only the brush of Sora's slightly cold toes against legs that might be a shock.]

There, snug as bugs.

[ Not even the chill of Sora's toes registers. Vanitas just allows Sora to move the blankets about. Even more him like he's some doll rather than a grown person ( just short ). But the blankets are familiar. No doubt it's a residual habit of being a Puca, but Vanitas doesn't care.

Just means that it's now telling how much comfort he actually derived from those stupid nests. Instead he'll just wrap arms around Sora again and rest his head against a shoulder. ]

Thanks.

[He might get up in a few minutes to grab them fresh cool water to drink but for the moment he makes sure to stay nice and snug with Vanitas. Holding him firm and letting their warmth and heartbeats mingle. Just making sure Vanitas knows Sora's presence is right here.]

That was a ... pretty big nightmare.

[He says this softly. Not wanting to bring up the nausea again but maybe they need to look over what happened in that dream.]

[ Or something warm for Vanitas. Something to help soothe the throat. But for now he is just here. Existing close to Sora and leeching his body heat. ]

It's the same.

[ He coughs, his throat still just too raw. ]

Same one.

[Something warm would be better. With some of the honey that he got earlier in the week. Nothing like a hot drink with honey to soothe a sore throat.

Sora's expression is soft but still concerned.]

It's been a little while since you've had one like that. I wonder why it came back up again.

[ He's tired, Sora. So so tired at this point. ]

Dunno. Maybe some stuff's been on my mind.

[ Who knows why nightmares or dreams happen. But Vanitas doesn't really want to tell Sora that it's been on his mind more lately. Not after their conversation about holding out for the future.

This is why it's so hard to. Because he feels like the closer he gets, the more he just gets pulled down. ]

[Sora wants to push for more. He wants to know what that stuff is on Vanitas' mind. Would the other be upset if he did ask him to talk about it? He turns his head to bury his nose into Vanitas' hair.]

You have to keep breathing.

Trying.

[ Sora would be upset, he knows. To have Vanitas obsess over the fact he feels like he does. the brat would try to encourage him. Lift him up. Be there for him in the way that Sora always stupidly is.

Vanitas doesn't say much. Instead fingers grip onto Sora's shirt a little too tightly and his face remains buried in the other's neck. This time when Vanitas' breath stutters...

It comes with something hot and wet against Sora's skin. ]

[How can he not try to lift up Vanitas after such a painful set of memories etching across his dreams? Sora can relate. He knows what that feeling is like to be falling deep down into the vast darkness and feeling like everything is shattering into pieces. He knows it's not exactly the same sort of feeling that Vanitas is having. But he aches to see it. He doesn't want Vanitas to hurt.

It takes a moment for Sora to realize what that hot wet is on his skin. He doesn't say anything for a moment and only pulls Vanitas closer in a tight hug. Holding on just like he wants to hold onto this boy without letting go. No matter what it takes.

He thinks... he really would rip out his heart and give it to Vanitas if it came down to that.]

I know it hurts. It's going to be alright.

[Just let him say it.]

Edited 2022-01-17 06:01 (UTC)

[ The real problem is that he doesn't want to feel this way. Doesn't want to feel weak. Not vulnerable. Not small and pathetic and out of control of his own emotions right now. Yes, it all hurts. The hurt and the pain is nothing new. The tiredness he feels revolving around this isn't either. Vanitas is just so tired and exhausted of all of these things happening over and over again with no real end in sight.

To have a moment - a year and a half at least - without that pain. Without having to worry about what his own emotions would do to him. Knowing that his heart was being healed. To have that all and then to end up here where everything just gets thrown back in his face.

It's just the real breaking moment right now. Vanitas has hinted at it. Hasn't really talked about it or allowed himself to actually process and feel all of that frustration. So now it's just. Coming out. All of it. ]

[This wouldn't be the first time that Sora has seen Vanitas break down like this before. All those times in the past where they've stayed curled up together holding each other tightly while trying to get through a painful or rough night. He knows that Vanitas doesn't like feeling this way, who does, but it's better to let it all out than to let it keep plaguing his dreams so he can't sleep or worse.

He doesn't say anything for a moment. Only pulling Vanitas tight and letting him get out as much of the crying as he wants to do right now. Hands comforting over his arms and shoulders and back to try to remind Vanitas that he's right here. Take all the time needed to just cry before working out the rest of it.

One thing at a time...]

[ It's a couple of minutes. Partially because he's too exhausted to last longer than that and also because he can't really let himself get swallowed up by his own feelings of hopelessness. If he does, Vanitas is going to fall into the cycle again. So he has to pull himself together, at least in part. He can't keep on allowing himself to feel like this.

That's why his shakes gradually stop. Breathing evens out. There's dried tears on his face and clinging to lashes but he doesn't care. He'll have to wash his face again. That's all that it means. ]

I hate this...

[He won't pester too much about the details. Since they've been down this road before of darkness and fading hope and unsure futures. Internal fears are another thing and Sora can practically feel those things seeping out of Vanitas even if there is no magical bond. The shaking, the tears, the ache of the dream...

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.

M'not talking about the crying, Sora.

[ 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? ]

Still, it doesn't hurt to help to get that out too, you know.

[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.

[ They are often tangled up in one another. Sometimes they really don't know where one ends and the other begins. It doesn't even really register anymore.

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? ]

[They'll talk about feelings in a second! Right now Sora looks like he's concentrating. His eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips parted.]

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.

[ Sometimes Sora is entirely too weird. Even for Vanitas at times. This is one of those moments where he can't really tell what the brat is thinking to do.

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?

It's got everything to do with it!

[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.

Sora...

[ 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.

[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.

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