Last day of October, needed to get something out for INKITOBER haha
Witch Namine and cat Vanitas!
Even have a little story to go with it brewing in the brain!
-“Vanitas is natural born trickster, with a knack for getting into mischief.
One prank placed on the wrong magician, Vanitas finds himself institutionalized in a Witch academy where he will be assigned into servitude to a witch for the next thousand years. (Albeit exaggerated by the overly upset magician)
Reduced to a broomstick mascot, and compared to his ‘peers’ he can now only perform mere party tricks, he finds himself paired up with the young and very promising witch, Namine, in which the Court of Devines hope he will be able to be reformed.
"Well,” Vanitas chalked with mirth, “We’ll just see about that.”-
My fic contribution to the @kh-worldsconnected PLEASE go visit my collab partner, @roxasthatisastick and give them props to an ever so lovely watercolor illustration!
it’s a couple days late, but my partner and I had some technical difficulties, but in the end we persevered!
Forgive the writing, I haven’t written anything in so long, and I had major artblock, Especially on this theme. ha.
Unbalanced. He was too far ahead. He was falling behind. It didn’t matter how long he walked. Darkness surrounded him. His pathway only illuminated by memories not his own, crafted into stainglass floors. The light pulsing with the rhythm of a heartbeat.
He knew his physical being was fast asleep, in a safe, protected room. She had told him so. She never lied. In fact, if he figured right, he chose that place. But he couldn’t be sure anymore. That had been so long ago.
The rhythm jumbled. He glanced down to the glass tiles he had been treading along. Images blurred and obscure. Faint, dim light flickered. Familiar. He was getting closer. They, were getting closer. That’s right. He wasn’t alone. How could he forget? The silent shadow following in his wake paced slower than himself.
He had to remind himself to stop and wait every so often, for his other half was falling behind. And he wasn’t about to leave him behind again. There was no way he would, since he had worked so hard to get them on the same side. To cease the fighting that had erupted in the beginning.
Call it a truce. He didn’t know for sure. But the other had not spoken a word since their, “arrangement." Just silently following. Would he bound for the Dark Master’s side as soon as they were to awaken? Or, would the coin have flipped to the other side? Will he remember the trek they have taken together in this dark void of broken memories? What will happen when he too steps onto the familiar path of memories. Their memories. And not of the boy’s whom gave refuge within his heart.
Halting, along with his thoughts, he turned to the shadow of himself, far behind in the fading lit path of memory lane. In a face so much like the boy that ferried them, held so much emotion. Something inside, eating at his mind. He wanted to call out to him, but wasn’t sure words would do him justice. The desire for home tempting him to turn back and abandon the past’s nightmare.
Instead, he walked back, for the second time. The first, to ask his other to join him in this Dive of Heart. Stopping just at the edge of their memories, the barrier of where glass and heart cracked and intertwined. Fragile and waning as he simply waited for the darkness to catch up.
Eternally instant, they barred eyes at one another, now mere steps away. Taking in each other’s existence.
Without a word, he reached out his hand, offering it to his darker half. A reassuring, genuine smile wedged its way to his lips. His other looked up with his eyes as his head and brow remained in a sullen gesture.
Broken and unsure. He had come all this way, having to look and live a another’s life, without the living. Share memories and feelings. If he just walks a little further, he can have his own again. The only difference, it’s a lot darker on the other side. He had grown used to this light that had blindsided him. He wondered, if he could truly leave it now, return with his original self.
The different rhythm of heartbeats was disorienting, one beat so brightly and with vigor, the other, like a soft whisper in the wind at night, or a tiny clock on the wall. Only as bright as a single star, whereas the prior was the sun.
Amber and turquoise stared never-ending. The warm light tempted him to stay put. But the outstretched hand. The hand that was once his as well, held an inclination he could not ignore. Reaching out, painstakingly slow. His better half, he could admit now, patiently waited. Still smiling a beam of pureness. His hand finally rested, fingers clasped together. An a ever so gentle tug pulled him out of his rooted position, and brought him over the the threshold of doubt and weariness.
A brilliant light flashed and broke them away from the sanctum heart. No need for return. He had finally filled the void. The cogs begin to turn again, as the gear sets into place. In the end, he wasn’t missing a part of himself. He, was this missing piece.
To be honest, this started out as a doodle based from an idea I had for a fanfic… I got carried away~ (I shouldn’t be left to my own devices… look what I do to these characters! By the way, feet are hard to draw…)
Wolfie eared Vanitas and Wolf incarnate Xehanort!
Here’s a… preview…?
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Emerald fire blazed through the once prosperous village. The residents thought they were safe. They believed their loyalty pact with Sage of Hollow Bastion would ensure their safety, have protection from the darkness.
But as the ebony dragon blazed her flame and called her song of chaos, hoards of creatures of darkness ravaged the town bare. The screams of its people echoing in the remnant silence. Death would have been far better a fate for the souls and hearts that were now lost in the void of darkness’ bane.
Alas, there was one last beating heart. Laggard as the the black mist sears the skin of the body. A young boy, breathing faintly, eyes grey and dull, framed with ashen hair, waiting for the sweet solace of death if he was granted such a luxury. They watched the billowing smoke and mist rise from his home, suffocating his young lungs, laying in the rubble of the remainders of what once was a shelter.
Cold and burning.
Incinerated and frozen.
An endless cycle of torture.
And then a chill claimed his whole being. He felt as if his heart had come to a halt and throat collapsed shut. Upon his chest, a small creature of the shadows dug into him. Scratching and digging to retrieve its prize.
In his mind he cried out, calling out for anyone, or anything to appease him from this. Fear clouded every judgment, any rational thought as he prayed from whatever was left of his heart to bring it all to an end.
His answer came to him when his vision caught glimpse of the moon. Sapphire blended into scenery. Flames dispersed, and smoke cleared as the night sky became clear, like a wave of stars splashed across the horizon.
A sharp inhale of icy air penetrated his lungs like glass. New found, unexplained strength allowed him to bolt up into a sitting position, hand over the wound upon his heart, only to stop short, and stare into the eye of darkness itself.
Piercing blue, like as the moon now, acquainted with two amber orbs, glowing eerily within the shadowy form a mighty beast.
But, he felt no fear. The presence of this being calmed his aching heart. A surprisingly steady hand reached out for the creature’s face, resting upon its warm muzzle.
“I have heard your beck and call." A voice resonated throughout his mind. That of a man, wise beyond years of meager existence. There was no question of it. He simply understood with no explanation.
The beast continued, "I have eased you of your strife, and saved your heart. But now, I ask of you in return, to become my vessel in the realm of light. Your form, in part, shall be reborn in our images combined. I shall become your shadow. Accept my terms, and you will have all my knowledge, strength, and power.”
A nod with no hesitation, and no sooner did they become one. The moon cast shadows of the beast and boys melded to together. With a leap, the creature tore into the hole in his chest left by that small shadow being, now seeming so small and insignificant, as his majestic savior evaporated into his heart.
His skin cured itself of all scars and blemishes, a milky snow white tone, bare in the moonlight. Ears transformed with his midnight hair, standing tall upon his head with new sounds to hear as fur filtered the worlds vibrations. A new appendage swayed behind him in delight as glowing golden irises stupendously improved his vision.
He stood and glanced over himself, admiring everything, even up to the tips of his toughened nails. Glancing around his pondered over the overbearing, yet vacant presence lingering within him. Since every relationship has an introduction, he finally spoke, even from his child body, in a wiser tone.
"I’m Vanitas… who, are you?“ He prepared himself for no answer, but waited in anticipation for an answer from his mysterious savior, whom he can only imagine what he’ll learn from.
From within his mind, yet almost hearing with his ears, and a visual of the beast’s eyes in his shadow, his reply, "I am called, Xehanort.”
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What Do you think? Snazzy eeeeh? Wonder if I should continue… XD
My doodles from my DS dont transfer very well lol
But, I still wanted to share!
Tis a challenge to draw on a 2 by 3" surface lol
I like how it turned out!
I downloaded a sketchbook app for my phone. It’s fun!
And since Vanitas controls my mind, he became my experimental victim.
… I made myself a little sad with this doodle… (don’t…. look too much into his anatomy… Learn from me… Don’t draw on your phone, with your finger… When you’re really tired…)
