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Samedi
13 Sep 14

bxnnyking:

vervent replied to your post:

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You don’t understand that was terrifying

Samedi
13 Sep 14

      The hazards of (unexpectedly) falling asleep wearing socks: one is always swallowed by a mysterious black hole during the odyssey. Always.

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13 Sep 14

salvationcomposer:

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     Face was once more pressed with the bag that he’d been about to place into his mouth, only to be taken away, then once more given to him. Oh, how generous the blond was being and such a hard player too. How delightful that those delicate pale cheeks were being stained with crimson embarrassment, further fueling an anticipation of much need to surely make the whole face turn of the same color. ” Not all angels stay in heaven deary, think of me as your personal guardian type, meant to stay very close to you. ” By the term of personal, there would perhaps be the fact that he’d be invading the teen inside along with the outside. Pressing along once more closer, the wrist held still by the paler fingers, the Composer ever so lightly, teasingly, whispered into the teens offered ear. ” Then how about you feed me this bread to make me healthier~ Perhaps I shall be nicer~ “

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     ”Awfully close…” Said he, correcting the angel’s former sentence, pointing out the little game he is aware of. But why not stopping him served as a straight off solution? Tearing off from his grasp and walking away, simply as that. If Ventus seemed to be hating it so much, what damage could be further done if he left wording nothing. Maybe ‘cause he’s also cognizant of the angel’s mischief. Invading his personal space was little wording compared to everything else. “Perhaps?” Quotes the young man, brows furrowed in a puzzling reaction, skin bristling at the blissful warmth breath caressing his ear; what sort of tricky meaning laid behind this declaration, this statement. Nothing good for Ventus; only an assured diversion for the angel’s own amusement. He exhales then some of the warmth clogged up in his face. “If you’re not going to try, then why should I?” Yet he’s considering, despite a voice in the back of his head insists him not doing so. Though it’s not Ven’s style shoving the ‘bad guy’ tag onto someone. People always have their reasons to act the way they do, and there’s a fading hope that maybe… Only maybe, if he gives the angel a chance

     He bites his lower lip. No, this isn’t about an angel’s charm. Definitely.

     ”Do I have your word?”

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13 Sep 14

roxasblamed:

      Get out, get away. Move, quickly, before he catches up and makes them fall. Roxas tosses his caffeinated drink into the garbage can on his way out. He heard the other shout after him to wait but he was already out the door. He couldn’t wait, stay vulnerable like that. Not prepared, how can he exist? No, it was better to think he was dead like grandmother. Suddenly dropped off, that would be better than the tears falling.

     Tap, tap, tap. Quick foot steps on the pavement. Roxas looks up, still wiping the tears with his scarf but the image before him isn’t wanted. He looks down immediately. That face, Ventus, he followed him out and was talking now. His brother was trying to meet him? He continues walking in his pace slows but he’s listening from that statement. His dark eyebrows draw together in confusion and anger, how could the other call him when he his cellphone was unlisted? He was going to stop and ask when the next sentence tumbled out.

     Roxas’ eyes widened and he pulls the scarf up over his nose. Pressing the soft cloth into his face in a way to stifle the sob that escapes. He turns the corner sharply trying to escape this fated meeting before it tore more of his soul out. Please. A soft plea and Roxas’ pace slows to a stop as more words tumble out in a voice like his own. What could he do besides run?

     Pull the gun from his bag and threaten Ventus to leave him alone for good? No, he didn’t need another felony.

     It was a possibility but not one he desired. Despite everything, he wanted to know why he wasn’t wanted. Why nobody told Ventus that he existed, he mattered. Damn it! Roxas’ fist slams into the light pole beside them, the metal bends creating a small dent. He pulls his shaking fist back and holds it to his chest.

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     The stupid tears hadn’t stopped for a second, he sighs and looks away. If he let Ventus speak any longer, he’d be more of a mess than now. Yet, if he didn’t let him speak Roxas would more constantly be wondering why he was abandoned.

     “… That’s all you get. I’ve wasted too much of my time on you already. You have an hour, once we get to my place, to convince me that you’re not just a prize child asshole.” Roxas remarks before pushing Ventus aside, wiping away the tears as they were being cancelled out with his anger. “Come on, walk like a normal person.”

     The former brother would’ve smiled if he could. Roxas has finally agreed, those were good news given both of their troublesome backgrounds, but this isn’t how he’s expected him to do so; watching tears roll down his twin’s features was shattering him, and this amount of anger has startled those dormant senses Ventus wished long gone… Ven didn’t want to upset him beyond this, but would everything work out in the end? No, he shouldn’t think that way. An hour was enough, and the older twin nodded, firmly. “Thanks,” said he, hand soothing the nervousness off his neck. If by that time he couldn’t manage to convince him, “I promise I’ll leave then.” Despite this would break the lonely revenant into pieces forever.

     For the first time, Ventus was grateful for the city’s noise to appease with the dooming silence between the two. Walking slightly behind, his eyes wandered from the soil to the leading figure of his brother’s back; how come two blocks he’s walked several times this week, felt like an eternity? He isn’t able to tell, but Ventus felt relieved once the sound of a closing door welcomed the sight of the apartment’s interior. They say one’s surrounding reflects their personality, but so far the stranger had no interest to deciphering such. He was too overwhelmed in the concern of what he had to do, his mind immersed in thick fog that wouldn’t let him figure the next step to take.

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      “I really don’t know where to begin.” Ventus voice broke the imminent silence, his hands still hidden on the safety of his jeans pockets, his head lightly buried between shoulders. From his new seat’s view, this place looked a whole lot bigger than it actually was. Or was he the small one? When and how this mess has begun wasn’t in the two young’s cognition, but the rest of the story they could write it in damn detail. ‘No need to repeat it,’ he said to himself, taking a deep breath. He has to be careful: all these scattered fragments of story could cut deeper than daggers, and this time he did not own a way to stop the bleeding. ‘First things, first,’ he thought again and he researched the bag idly tied around his shoulder, bringing out a transparent box guarding a finely crafted set of keys.

     ”Here.” He handed the item by gently placing them on the nearest table before his brother. “Those are the keys to our grandparent’s house. It’s on their testament you should have them. You’re on all your right to go there, whenever you need or whenever you want,” regardless if Roxas has ever thought on visiting the old temple, or setting foot on Chicago once more… “I think that’s what grandma would’ve wanted the most.”

     Another breath attempted to wash off the tension from his body, his fingers finding entertainment on the dry texture of his bag’s stripe. Ventus nerves of steel were avidly recognized by most his partners, particularly Vanitas who had this characteristic tune of laughter whenever he was about to compliment them. Wherever this ability had vanished to, made the retired agent remember how weak, how humane he was in truth. Being no different gave him a strange mix of comfort and disappointment. His eyes, maintaining a forced confidence, looked at Roxas once more, and then saw something behind the veil his own blood chose to show: he was not alone, not anymore. Yet, he was walking on a tight rope. Would he be able to save this missing part of himself, this last piece of the puzzle his heart has been unconsciously searching for?

     He exhaled and proceeded.

     ”A friend of mine helped me find you. We tied all clues,” their grandparent’s testament being the first one, “including dad’s unused tickets to Traverse city. That’s where you and mother lived, isn’t it?” How come were they always so close, and father sowed the idea mother left for good, that it was her wish and Ventus could never regain place in her life, and erase completely the existence of someone whose shared the only lukewarm safety their mother provided once within her… “I assure you: we were meant to meet way before that,” circumstances simply prevented them from doing so. Sometimes fate can become the strongest wall to break, no matter how small has it been the distance between them compared to the years after. Ventus couldn’t continue blaming them, however. His father’s disappearance was something that was beyond anyone’s control, and Ven had always trusted the honorable man with his entire life.

     ”I’m not sure if you’re going to believe me, but these last years I didn’t even know who I was.” The accident and losing all memories during several years has taken an immense piece of his life; once regaining them, it wasn’t less painful to deal with. “Things got complicated,” he continued. “This friend I’m talking about met with grandma before she died. She told him about you visiting the day of the accident. She passed away a year before I woke up, and this person had moved out of Chicago when I came out from the hospital.” If only he could, he’d forget the emptiness, the loneliness he felt returning to an inhabited house. “Took me a while to find this person again. That’s how I came to know everything about me. And that everything includes you.” Fists clenching, he’s trying hard not to fall in pieces, speak and ignore the lump in his throat. “Feel free to ask me anything. There might be some things I can’t tell you, not right now. But I just need you to know: I didn’t look for you not because I didn’t want to…”  He’s not alone, and he’s not letting go of the only thread tying him to reality, to a purpose of continue living.

     ”… You’re everything I’ve got left, Roxas. You’re my only family.”

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13 Sep 14
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Seasons
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Singles

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Aurora Borealis - NWT Canada 2014
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black or white?
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     "Hey, what’s that ober there?" Aoba points behind Ventus, yet there isn’t really anything there.

     ”Mh? What’s what?” Childish naiveness agrees that there’s something behind, for there’s no real harm in turning, or so he assumes when the consequences of falling for it are unknown to him.

(Source : vervent)