Ventus is not moving. Ventus is staring straight at Vanitas with an unnerving empty expression. He flinched a bit at the sound the blood makes when it hits the ground, because inwardly he wants to be sick, Xehanort was the only person he ever knew the only person who cared for him in any way the only thing that didn’t leave and now and now and now
And now he’s gone and Ven is unable to process it.
Something hits him and shoved him backwards and Ven hits the wall with far to little sound for the force Vanitas exerted. He blinks up dizzily, and tries to process what the other boy was saying He was a keyblade weilder like Master Xehanort. An old apprentice? The thought hurt. The boy had said something about not talking. Oh, Ven kept getting distracted, his thoughts were all messed up and misaligned.
He didn’t even really think twice about nodding. An order was an order to his jumbled thoughts, and it wasn’t like Ven was chatty anyway. Listening to orders had always been better then not listening, any way.
no subject
And now he’s gone and Ven is unable to process it.
Something hits him and shoved him backwards and Ven hits the wall with far to little sound for the force Vanitas exerted. He blinks up dizzily, and tries to process what the other boy was saying He was a keyblade weilder like Master Xehanort. An old apprentice? The thought hurt. The boy had said something about not talking. Oh, Ven kept getting distracted, his thoughts were all messed up and misaligned.
He didn’t even really think twice about nodding. An order was an order to his jumbled thoughts, and it wasn’t like Ven was chatty anyway. Listening to orders had always been better then not listening, any way.