onepassingnight | 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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[It's not that he's dead set on it, it's simply been his life - literally all that he's known for the last four months. And he's been isolated to the point of co-dependency on one person for his survival, so he's - to say that he's forgotten how to deal with people is a lie - but he is unsure of himself and to be questioned like, this challenged and have his own opinions demanded out of him... Ven's not even sure his mind isn't playing tricks on him That this isn't a test and it's not really Vanitas talking to him in his sleep.] ....

[A small shrug. It's not that he wants to die, but... He can't see the light. Can't see past his own hurt - his own little cocoon that's been created as a safeguard against more hurt, against more pain, The part of him that's hidden his light down, down and safe where what remains of tattered hope and tattered friendship is safe and untouchable... Even to himself most days.] And yet fighting back only made it worse. And - he's not that bad. Only when I mess up. And, he is helping me get stronger and he cares, in his own way.

[If only for his own gain, not that Ventus is even remotely aware of this.] Hmmm. Maybe, but they left me. I cried and wished for them, but they never came. I don't want them as friends.

... D-Do you still have that trinket? [Odd question, but Ventus wants to get away from the subject of his friends right now.]

[Kamina takes a moment to mentally grumble about the kind of response that the boy gives in reply. It's also about now that he notes that if this Vanitas guy shows up anywhere around here, he'd have to beat the ever-loving-crap out of him. Seeing people in the state Ven was in bugged the daylights out of him. Part of it was a matter of just decency or his own modestly warped sense of compassion. The other part of it was just that he just couldn't wrap his own thoughts around people that lived like that -it just wasn't right by his standards in any way shape or form.

While he had no intent of leaving this dream until he'd at least made some progress on the matter, he figured that for the moment anyway, he could oblige the kid. He did just punch him in the face pretty hard, so it was a modest kinda of recompensation. So he fishes around in his pocket for a moment before retrieving the broken trinket again.]

Yeah, I got it right here. [He gives it another look, remembering from the blond's story of how Aqua crafted it for him.] Last thing ya have to remember 'em by, right? So why'd you toss it

First Dream

Good. Between him and Ami, Ventus should hopefully get back to himself in dream land. Hopefully. >__

A New Anti-Tragic Pan-Fandom KH Trio? Least anti-tragic while Kamina's there.