[Seeing Vanitas like this--Still very much like the last time Ventus saw him makes something inside of him jump. Is it fear? No, not quite. It isn't anxiety either.
It's excitement.
Ventus bristles instinctively when Vanitas comes closer to him, recognizing the feeling of the Unversed spreading under him. It's been so long--his fingers flex, circling inwards almost as if about to call for Wayward Wind. Not yet, even if the red eyes underneath peeks out.
His jaw clenches.]
You never did answer my question. What was the last thing you remember?
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[Seeing Vanitas like this--Still very much like the last time Ventus saw him makes something inside of him jump. Is it fear? No, not quite. It isn't anxiety either.
It's excitement.
Ventus bristles instinctively when Vanitas comes closer to him, recognizing the feeling of the Unversed spreading under him. It's been so long--his fingers flex, circling inwards almost as if about to call for Wayward Wind. Not yet, even if the red eyes underneath peeks out.
His jaw clenches.]
You never did answer my question. What was the last thing you remember?