ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛ;; {naminé&vanitas}

fantasias-embrace:

“That’s a really nice face you’ve just made.” His index finger pushed up from her chin to meet his eyes. Although they didn’t move, he picked at her. ‘Picked’. It was the best word to use. He mentally played, he broke, he smashed, cracked, twisted, gutted, beheaded, crushed, eviscerated, vivisected, and…..he almost cared.

                                       A l m o s t

“Don’t you trust the answer I gave you? Figures. I might not be able to trick you, be it mind, body or….what was that other one?" 

       [Pause]

                     ”No, you don’t have that one, do you?”

Getting exceptionally close, Vanitas whispered a little, and then followed by a chuckle, he turned. “You’re her’s, so why don’t we talk a little? It’s been a while, so I’ll be a little rusty. It’s not like you have a choice.” He jumped a little.

                     —-{Vanitas. V-a-n-i-t-a-s. Remember it, okay?”

         _{Frightened. She was frightened, and undoubtedly so, stared stiff and unsure what to do with herself. With no weapons or no abilities of her own, there was nothing that she could do against this strange boy who had suddenly appeared and had a face that was painfully familiar. Yet his fingers grasped her chin and his eyes bore into hers and there was no true warmth inside of them, and she trembled.}

         _{There was no way to trust those eyes, to ignore those words. To filter them out of her head, in one ear and out the other, because they stayed and lingered and echoed. That face was close to hers, incredibly close, and she did not dare to breathe. With dilated pupils she stared, the exhale she gave was stuttering.}

                                    _{No. She did not have a heart.}

                                             _{Did he?}

                                                      _{V a n i t a s.}

         _{It took her long moments, long slow moments to breathe in once more and open her mouth to speak, and her eyes darted around his face as she tried to find words. There was no mistaking it, that face… it was his face.}

                           _{”I’m her’s…?”}

                  _{The voice that came out was weak and unsteady, as if it were the first time that she had ever spoken again, all of those months ago. And still she could not tear her eyes away from his face, unable to look away even if she wanted to.}