A New Beginning ~ From the End

[kamennoshonen]

[ Ever since Atsushi had stolen the black-clad male away, Vanitas couldn't help but feel as if it were nothing but a dream or hallucination at best. It wasn't the other's fault, but given that Xehanort had granted him his lease on life once more, Vanitas had no expectations that he'd find his happiness, and the pain, the ache of not being whole was insurmountable. Even if it was bearable, by virtue of him forcing to get used to it.

Why would he, after going through such pain, after in the end being only someone's darkness - not even worth a person - would he finally be granted release from that? No one can say he deserved that much, or so he thought. He didn't think it before, but now he'd wondered how he had the chance to even be happy before.

To know someone like Atsushi who would dare to love him, even when so many better people had existed was now a mystery to him. And now, he has to face all of this...all of his delusions, because he wanted to be happy, because he wanted the pain to stop.

His thoughts rushing haphazardly through his head finally make Vanitas stop walking, and he removes his helmet, which was somewhat damaged in the fray but not enough to completely shatter. Then, he turns to face Atsushi, golden eyes bright despite their weariness. ]

...It's funny, isn't it? Even after everything, I can't help but think of you, and this place. None of this can be real, can it? Nothing ever goes right, so why would it now...?

[ He laughs, and it's a familiar sharp with a good dosage of unhinged as he drops his helmet, letting it land on the floor, feeling himself become unsteady in his belief that it was all fake. Dark forms even took shape, his negative feelings at an all time high, for the moment. ]

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[scarsnstripes]

[To say Atsushi wasn't anxious about Vanitas would be an utter lie, but it wasn't because he doubted him.

Every time he thought about what Vanitas had been put through, he felt a potent anger boiling in his gut, one that took some effort to tamp down. But in equal measure, balancing that overwhelming feeling out was the worry, the fierce desire to protect, to keep him close and far away from anyone else who would hurt him, to reassure him that he was loved and wanted.

Dazai might tease him about being a surprisingly protective boyfriend, but Atsushi just wanted him to have the chance at happiness he deserved.

Atsushi could see that weariness in his eyes, hear that disbelief, and it made his heart hurt as much as it made him desperately want to ease it.

He understood the sentiment, in a way. He also understood that the only thing that would ease it was time... time, and acceptance.]

It's real, Vanitas.

[What he could do for him right now, though.... he steps close, past the dark forms manifesting around him, reaching down with both hands to grasp one of Vanitas' in his own.]

[kamennoshonen]

[ Some of those shapes are given form to the basic Floods, a Bruiser, and a few Hareraisers. But they don't even so much as attack Atsushi, seeming more to spread out in search of any potential enemies in the area instead.

Indeed it would take time, for Vanitas to one day believe that it was all real, with no danger of fading away. That he was away from all of that, and they'd no longer be separated for so long.

The black-haired male's gaze becomes a little more focused as he looks at the other, stepping close himself so they're a hair away from each other. He raises one hand to rest on top of the ones Atsushi placed on his own. ]

...For how long, until someone comes and takes it all away? If this is supposedly real.

[ He shudders at the thought, even as another laugh escapes him--more bitter than anything. ]

I don't want to be torn away from you again.