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shadowdive) wrote2011-07-14 12:55 am
shadowdive) wrote2011-07-14 12:55 am
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14 // [video;text]
[When the feed first flickers on, the room is a bit dark if it weren't for a small lamp off to the side, but it's dampened as if behind something; it would be hard to tell it's Vanitas looking at the screen if it weren't for his eyes glinting yellow in the faint light. For the longest time, he says nothing, but... his expression does all the talking for him.
It starts off with his gaze pointed off screen, looking downward with his eyebrows drawn together. Lifting his eyes enough to look up and outward, there wasn't a movement in his head until he dropped his eyes again. This time, they were pointed to the left, his expression calming before his lip curled just slightly, brows pressed together again. Breathing in and sitting up slightly, Vanitas started to open his mouth with his expression attempting to calm again, but whatever he was going to say is cut short before he even utters a sound.
Giving a quiet, distinctly frustrated sound, he instead snaps the feed shut without saying anything.
It's a good hour before a text comes up.]
This emotion makes me absolutely sick.
[If anyone swings by to visit Ventus in Ecruteak's Center, they're going to find Vanitas seated in a pulled up chair near the bed, his arms crossed and his chin on his chest, appearing to be asleep. Ven's cast arm is unburied from the blankets though, and there's a start of something written in black ink.. but well, it's just a black line as of now.
No, that isn't a marker near Vanitas' boot >( ugh what do you write on casts anyway-]
It starts off with his gaze pointed off screen, looking downward with his eyebrows drawn together. Lifting his eyes enough to look up and outward, there wasn't a movement in his head until he dropped his eyes again. This time, they were pointed to the left, his expression calming before his lip curled just slightly, brows pressed together again. Breathing in and sitting up slightly, Vanitas started to open his mouth with his expression attempting to calm again, but whatever he was going to say is cut short before he even utters a sound.
Giving a quiet, distinctly frustrated sound, he instead snaps the feed shut without saying anything.
It's a good hour before a text comes up.]
This emotion makes me absolutely sick.
[If anyone swings by to visit Ventus in Ecruteak's Center, they're going to find Vanitas seated in a pulled up chair near the bed, his arms crossed and his chin on his chest, appearing to be asleep. Ven's cast arm is unburied from the blankets though, and there's a start of something written in black ink.. but well, it's just a black line as of now.
No, that isn't a marker near Vanitas' boot >( ugh what do you write on casts anyway-]
[Text]
[He's had it hard-ingrained into him that showing any weakness at all is asking for a butt whippin; he's even had the 'opportunity' to see the whole thing in action with manipulation. It's... difficult, to say the least, to shift this thought process from what he had been taught for years, to the things he's learning here.]
[Text]
Sounds like 'Master' never told you about the part where the ones who are alone are the easiest targets.