onepassingnight | First Dream

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First Dream

[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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[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.]

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.]

[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?

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

[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?

.. 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.]

[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.]

I am...? [He frowns just a bit now, confused - and with a flicker of fear in his eyes. What is going on here? - Wait. Did he do something that he's not meant to? But it's his dream. He's meant to be safe here.. But - Maybe he'd punishing himself for screwing up training. Yea. Th-That has to be it. ] But - this how I always am. If I dreamed you up... you'd know that...

[But if he was, then why would he dream up a girl? And not Vanitas? gdi, his mind doesn't make any sense right now.]

You didn't dream me. [She says this immediately, almost talking on top of him. She won't compromise when it comes to any hint of her existence depending on someone else's will.]

[Of course Ventus flinches back at that - the tone more than anything. Shitshitshit! He's screwed something up - he knows it.] I- Sorry.

[Even in his dreams, he's just a screw up right now so he's not even going to try with the but it's my dream, no matter how much he wants to.] ... Yea. As you say...

[He's like a pathetic Jadeite without the snark. And probably still with Beryl around.

Mercury's going to walk all over him.]

Just who are you?

Ju-Just someone worth very little. [A smile, but it's so hollow, so lifeless.]

I'll decide that for myself. [The retort comes immediately.] Start with your name, Ok?

Alright. I-It's Ventus. V-Ven for short.

I'm Mercury. Call me by that.

[He brings out an irritating conflict in her; a part of her understands him and almost wants to be sympathetic. But most of her would rather freeze that part and cut it off; it makes him irritating even though he's done nothing wrong.]

If they abandoned you, why were you just sitting here? And if you've decided on making them sorry for it, what will you do?

Alright. Call me Ven, please. [It's a timid smile he offers though.]

... I'm not allowed out of my prison. [And trying to escape by now is a far off dream, something that he's not done in a while - two weeks, actually, not that Ventus knows of course.] And it's not that boring. I have Vanitas for company, and he's... nice.

Then, let's go out.

[She doesn't believe in prisons and being confined. Not for herself, and not for others she can still believe haven't committed crimes to deserve it.]

[Ven's only crime is that he's destined to make the ulitmate weapon - the Ki-blade - with his Darker half, quiet literally by them merging together. And the poor boy's dangerously unaware of that.

Wait - Leaving it -- no nonono. VERY bad idea. On Ven's side.] I- I can't. There's no way out and I'll be thrashed to an inch of my life again.

Then... [She turns her head, and her lips curve into an unpleasant smile.]

Just make sure the one to get hurt is him.

[She's followed her own words.

It didn't end as well as she's acting like it did.]

.... O-of course. [And back to that docile-agree-with-everything tone of voice. If he has an opinion on what she's said, it's unknown, completely.]

Speak properly without stuttering.

[She really can't stand those nervous mannerisms. Why should they bother her so much? ~~It has nothing to do with a quiet, docile teenage girl she's long since denied as part of herself.~~]

[A hastily nod - he's also shrinking back on himself.

This is his dream though, yet he feels even less in-control of it than ever.]

You won't do a thing to stop those thrashings until you can stop yourself shaking like a coward.

I'm sorry... [Dammit dammit dammit. What did he do to annoy her so much? It's not like with Vanitas - he doesn't know how to react to this, how to behave in a way that will get approval - and that, in his mind, is worrying and terrifying. ~~And in some closed off part of his mind, sickening.~~

Because to much disapproval tends to lead into pain one way or the other, or worse if he's really screwed things up.

Can he wake up yet? Ventus would rather take Vanitas in a foul mood over this unknown.]

[She's not even trying to scare him. Some day she'll learn, really.]

Being so frightened all the time, I don't plan to be like that.

Why not just strike back?

[Just like he said he planned to against the ones who abandoned him.]

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I will need to draw this. <3

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

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

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

Poor ami.

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/sobs at muse.

*comfs muse*

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comfs muse

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