[ Vanitas wheezes, the sound wet on every inhale and exhale. It's strange. He's felt this sort of thing before, something like it; when he lost the battle against Ventus and Sora and the very essence of what he was was seeping from him slowly but steadily. But this is more difficult. The struggle to breath, the way he can feel his pulse in his midsection, the steady stream of blood oozing out of his body.
Somehow he almost forgot Riku was there, the shock of it so startling, the need to end the battle too severe. But here he is, pressed up against his front and his arm around his back. The position forces Vanitas' chin up, cheek to cheek with Riku. His arms stay loose at his sides, but...
I can't heal this. Vanitas closes his eyes. It's nice, he thinks a little deliriously. It's not even that painful, the way the white noise increases, the way his body is starting to feel numb. The way he's starting to feel nothing at all. Cradled like this against Riku's chest, it's almost like being held in Sora's heart again. Like being joined with Ventus.
It would be alright to die like this.
Vanitas exhales and blood spittles over his lips, slides down his chin to drip onto Riku's shirt. ]
cw; suicidal ideation
Somehow he almost forgot Riku was there, the shock of it so startling, the need to end the battle too severe. But here he is, pressed up against his front and his arm around his back. The position forces Vanitas' chin up, cheek to cheek with Riku. His arms stay loose at his sides, but...
I can't heal this. Vanitas closes his eyes. It's nice, he thinks a little deliriously. It's not even that painful, the way the white noise increases, the way his body is starting to feel numb. The way he's starting to feel nothing at all. Cradled like this against Riku's chest, it's almost like being held in Sora's heart again. Like being joined with Ventus.
It would be alright to die like this.
Vanitas exhales and blood spittles over his lips, slides down his chin to drip onto Riku's shirt. ]
Didn't ashk for... your help.