Don't Fuck with the Forest Spirits || OTA

[evulsed]

characters: Vanitas (evulsed) + OTA
location: mostly The Church, the Invincible + the Boathouse
date/time: July 19 and the days following
content: just waking-up-after-being-dismembered things
warnings: violence

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[evulsed]

[ He's so startled Vanitas just openly stares. It's crude just by virtue of her youth, but he recognizes the characters. The black void he makes up, spiky hair and all, and her shorter, more colorful self. The obvious markers of blood.

But looking Mary holding it up, it tickles something in the back of his mind. Like some kind of memory that isn't his own. The de ja vu of being in this position with another fair-haired girl who made pictures with colored pencils.

Whatever he was going to say is utterly lost as he stares. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do in this situation. ]

[withsadness]

[Mary giggles as she puts the sketchbook back down and admires her own handiwork. Usually, this is where she'd give it to him as a present, but...well, she doesn't trust he won't rip it up or something.]

I'll keep it safe for now. And I'm going to get even better at playing, so when we play again, you can have it if you win!

[evulsed]

[ She pretty well saves him from having to make the decision, and some kind of uncertain tension goes out of him with the scoff of a laugh that follows. ]

You have your work cut out for you then.

I let you win last time.

[ Not strictly true, it had mostly been accidental, but if Vanitas had been trying she wouldn't really have stood a chance at all. ]

1/3

[withsadness]

No...if I'd really won, you wouldn't have been been able to see my secret. You wouldn't have been moving. So, next time...

[Mary points a finger straight at his chest.]

2/3 cw: violent descriptions

[withsadness]

[Next time, she'll get his secret. She'll pry open his skin with her fingers, crack open his ribs, and revel in the vibrant colors he keeps locked away inside. That's what she wants. He'll be so beautiful, and he won't be able to go anywhere, or do anything that she doesn't like.

The perfect friend.]

Vanitas.

3/3

[withsadness]

[Mary beams.]

I'm going to give you a big, big hug, right there!

[evulsed]

[ He'd seen this part of her in that vision, just as he'd seen a flicker of it when she attacked him with that palette knife, but watching it unfold a second time is like seeing a cocoon split right down the middle to reveal something ghastly from the inside. It's like watching an Unversed bubble up and take shape. Vanitas smiles. It's slow and a little mean and it makes him, finally, feel the most normal since he's woken up. ]

Hold on to that darkness, Mary.

[ He pushes himself up from his seat, and his fingers linger on the table top next to the picture she's drawn of them both. His eyes drop to the dark slash of black, all the red, the two of them side by side. ]

And maybe someday you'll be good enough to do it.