First Dream

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

[As far as the eye can see there's only a field of grass with a light wind blowing. It's freezing cold, but the boy laying back to look at the stars doesn't seem to notice. Or, if he does, he's used to it. He's been here for a while, slowly watching them blink out of existence one by one. Each time they do he reaches up, sadness written on his face - in the air around him. He can't stop it, he knows that, but he reaches anyway, trying as hard as he can. As if that will help. It doesn't and as each one slowly winks out, he seems to curl up on himself - bitter, hurt - lonely. It seems like hours, but soon, there's only a handful left.

Ventus shivers, rolling over and curling up - He's alone. He shouldn't have tried. How does he reach the light anyway? He can't. Sitting up, he pulls out the pieces of his wayfinder, face an open book of abandonment and betrayal. Hurt and anger.] ....I wish...

[And flings it away as far and hard as he can, uncaring where they fall.

Overhead, several more stars wink out, the rest shining just that much fainter.] I've never known you if you were just going to abandon me.

{{OOC: Tags returned when I wake up. }}

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Mercury knows loneliness. She knows loneliness and the pain of that betrayal to abandonment. And in her world, at least, the stars going out means the death of soldiers like her across the galaxy; they are born of stars and planets. She turns her face away from it to speak to Ventus.

If she feels the cold herself, as she should in the short-skirted uniform, she gives no sign of it; she is ice. She does not particularly seem sympathetic at first; she's been taught to feel revulsion at these open signs of feeling. Nonetheless, after a moment of undecided staring, she does not ridicule him, either - nor does she leave.]

It'd be easier, is that it?

[She speaks lightly, but if she had never been fool enough to listen to false promises, everything she's had to do would have been so much simpler. Her head would be unclouded.]

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

Wh -- H-how did you -- [Ventus startles at the voice, fear in his eyes as he bolts up. This is his dream - and he knows it's a dream, for his reality is bleak, dismal. Painful. The same thing - same walls day and day again. Here in this field is his only refuge, or so he'd thought. Maybe what little part of him isn't broken has decided to dream up something... ]

Yea. I guess. [But even if it's just his dream, why? Why would he dream a girl up, and not Vanitas, or an Unversed? Oh well. It's nice to have company... even if it is just a figment.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps it's because they both understand those bleak realities. Mercury steps closer.]

But instead of that, why not make them regret what they did?

I will need to draw this. <3

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. [He nods. It's a blank nod though.] Yea. That sounds like a good idea.

If you do, I want to see it immensely <3 also, DON'T LISTEN TO THE DARK MAGICAL GIRL, VENTUS T_T XD

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[It's certainly better than sitting and waiting for better, hoping it'll change when she knows it won't, taking the pain because she doesn't know how to speak for herself.

She knows, now.]

Can you plan something like that?

I WILL! /sob. Ventus needs a backbone, like, badly.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

.. Yea. I guess I can if you want me to... [Weak smile. He'd rather not hurt his once-friends, but he'd also rather not have his dream, as depressing as it is, take on a turn for a worst and have his 'dreamed up' companion turn mean. Sob. Someone needs to show him that it's OK to have a backbone in your dreams.

Unnoticed up above, another star winks out.]

...hers comes from being evil. srsly. she doesn't get one til after this arc in canon -_-;

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps the saddest part is that she isn't even trying. This isn't her world, or even a world she knows; she doesn't really have any wish for it, good or bad.

It's the poison of her own world that leaks everywhere, taints everything, until sometimes it seems like she can't even avoid bringing it with her.]

You're pretty docile. [That, she can't help saying somewhat dismissively.]

[whitleas.livejournal.com]

[She finds herself, this time, on a field of grass, shivering at the freezing cold for a moment before shaking her head and reminding herself that she's been through colder places.

Then she feels something...hit her on the head. Her hand reflexively darts into her bag, grabbing a Pokeball and looking around before realizing, with a wave of relief, that, no, there are no enemies around for her to fight.

The relief is quickly replaced with puzzlement, though, when she notices the pieces on the ground. She picks them up and pockets them, looking around for their owner.

It's not long before she finds Ventus.]

Hey.

[Whitlea's greeting is quiet, tinged with a sort of sad sympathy. She'd tell him she found the pieces of his wayfinder, but it seems as if this is a bad time to bring them up.]

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

H-How did you get here? [Ven's startled of course, a little afraid, but this is his dream. Why is she? But even if it's just his dream, why? Why would he dream a girl up, and not Vanitas, or an Unversed? Oh well. It's nice to have company... even if it is just a figment.]

[whitleas.livejournal.com]

I just found myself here.

[She gives him a soft smile.]

I'm Whitlea.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

Huh? But ... [It's his dream- he doesn't understand this.]

V-Ventus, but call me Ven. [His own smiles hesitant, really confused, too.] Did I dream you up?

[whitleas.livejournal.com]

Nope. At least, I'm sure I'm not a part of your dream.

[She shrugs, then sits down next to him.]

Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Ven.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

Oh. But - Then ... where did you come from?

[A small nodded - and he'll go with the flow. She seems nice enough right now... .] YEa, same here..

[defiantstand.livejournal.com]

[It was an interesting place he'd ended up in this time. There was so much green and the wind really flared out his cape nicely. An immediate glance around reveals little of interest, though it is curious to see the stars fading out and blinking. Merely making note of the situation, he makes his way across the endless rolling green until after a short while, he hears something whistling through the air.

A glance at his feet reveals the pieces of a peculiar object -something he didn't really recognize as anything more than an odd trinket, but generally unable to determine its original shape. Crouching and neatly collecting the item in his hand and pocketing it, he travels onward until he comes across the boy in the grass.]

Oi. Kid.

[He's very flat-toned and blunt-sounding as he addresses the blond boy in the grass. But he seems intent on figuring out if he's awake first.]

orz for late reply man.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

Ah -- Y-Yea? [fhkjshkj. And Ven sits bolt upright, looking much like a deer in the headlights. Way to go and startle him, because he didn't even hear you at all, Kamina.] C-Can I help you?

You're hardly one to talk. Today was a killer... I should be more prompt after work tomorrow.

[defiantstand.livejournal.com]

[Kamina takes a moment to fish around in his pocket for the pieces of whatever the trinket was that he'd found earlier. Once he was sure he had them all, he holds them out in his hand to the blond as he poses a question.]

You know what the hell this is? I damn near missed it in the grass while walkin' around here.

<3 It's ok! I've been rather scatter brained of late myself!

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

... Ju-just a useless trinket. [He shakes his head. He doesn't want them - just a reminder of what he's lost - of those who abandoned him. Of the light that he can't have again, no matter how much he's starved for it.

overhead, another star winks out, a few more growing dimmer. Ventus doesn't even seem to care that his world's just that much darker.] ...Did I dream you up as well..?

Ah, cool then.

[defiantstand.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow at the comment like that. Between the way this scene seems to be slowly plunging into complete darkness and how the boy seemed to stutter that reply, something just doesn't add up.

Either way, this kid is clearly having one of those down times and if it's really influencing the world around the two of them, Kamina's curious to know what happened... so he can snap him out of it. Really, people shouldn't be this down in the dumps. It's a pain in the ass to everyone around them... especially if it's easily fixable.]

Not unless ya dream up guys that hit ya over the head to knock some sense into ya.

[While he grins at the boy and has a seat next to him, cape fluttering in the wind. The demeanor of this guy says that if he thought it might help things in the slightest, he would punch the boy in the face.]

^__^;; <3 for Kamina though. Orz for the emo Ventus.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

[And the winds starting to get colder, too. Something's not right this one, but Kamina would have to come to the waking world to fix it - if he could. But Ventus won't ever say that. Because who'd care for him? His friends left him after all....]

... I-- I deserve it then. [Ven's... to much of a doormat to really protest that statement, and besides, if he dreamed anyone up, it's because yes, he does deserve what his mind throws at him. He messed up badly today, after all.]

...b-bu-but you-you know that, right?

/latest ever to all your posts X(

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Buffy just sort of appears right next to him. She does that. And though her tone is blase, her expression as she looks up at the dying stars is empathetic, like she knows exactly what he means.]

It's a lie, you know. That the hurting is better than the nothing. The nothing is much, much worse. [She curls in on herself a bit, wrapping her arms around her knees; still not making eye contact.]

/pet pet, I backtag a lot in games like this.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

How so? [Ven blinks at her like an owl, yawning a little. soonish (Like another hour) he'll wake, but not just yet. He'll know when it happens - because normally dream turns into reality abruptly.

He doesn't offer a smile, but hey, company's nice. It's not often that his mind gives him something like this.]

good, backtags are love :3

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

At least when you hurt, you know you're alive. That it's real. [her tone peters off, barely a whisper by the end.]

Re: good, backtags are love :3

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

... Maybe.

[He shrugs.] I don't need betrayers though.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Ouch. That only hit .. extremely close to home.]

No one needs betrayers. They tend to show up uninvited.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

[A nod.] Yea. Like Aqua and Terra.

But it's ok. I'm happy now. [A lie. He's not, but it's a lie he's told himself so many times.]