Eighteenth Shooting Star - voice/action;

[risingwinds]

[He's been staring at his journal for a while, just trying to find the right words. It's... difficult, in part because he's so surprised and also due to sadness.

When Ven speaks into the journal, he tries to hide his disappointment; as a result, he sounds pretty strained.]

Hey, guys. Looks like it's December now, which means Christmas is right around the corner. I heard about a party over the journals, but does anyone else have something fun planned? If it's anything like last year, we'll probably get a ton of snow. A big snowball fight could be fun. Just an idea.

[He sighs. This isn't working...]

Terra's gone. After all this time, I didn't think he'd... [A beat.]

Does anyone wanna hang out? Or do something? I think I need a distraction right now.

[There, at least he's being honest. And with that, he'll probably check up on his housemates (especially Vanitas) and then head out into the village for a bit. He might be wandering a little aimlessly. He'll be just about everywhere before he returns back to the house.

Care to cheer him up? Or antagonize him? Anything goes!]

Comments

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

Really... I just can't wait to know what.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[Vanitas, your sarcasm does not hurt the derp! He refuses to back down.]

Well, I was just wondering how come you feel everything I do, but I never pick up on your feelings.

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

Because I don't let you.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

You don't let me?

[Well, that does make sense. Hmm...]

But how do you do that? I mean, is there a way I could do the same for you?

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

You don't have the discipline for it.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

So what would it take to get there?

[C'mon, Vanitas. He just wants to help.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

Years of suppressing everything you feel.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Is there really no way I could do it?

[Pleeeease? Too bad Vanitas is blind and can't see those puppy dog eyes.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I doubt it. You're welcome to try, but I refuse to get my hopes up.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

But how can I try if you don't tell me how?

[Like... instructions, man! He needs details.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

I already told you.



It's like this: any time you feel happy, or excited, or friendly , you have to numb it.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

You mean I have to hold it in?

[Is that really the only way? It sounds hard...]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

"Empty creature from Ventus riven, to you the name 'Vanitas' shall be given."

Those were the first words Master ever spoke to me. He was right; I've always been empty.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

But you don't have to be.

[And he doesn't mean that as being all sparkles and friendship, either. An empty life just... doesn't sound right.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

It's what I am. I can play make-believe and pretend like it isn't, but I've accepted it from the beginning.

Why can't you?

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

It's just so... sad to think about.

[He sighs.]

Nobody should have to be "empty".

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

And I think nobody should be as good and pure as you, but you don't see me crying about it.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

But there's still other stuff you can do. You like music, right?

[And that's certainly a better outlet than fighting.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

It's a hobby I guess.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

So maybe what you need is more hobbies.

[Something productive as an outlet! Something better than maiming people.]