[ There's a satisfaction that comes in being proven correct, and that feeling bleeds into Vanitas' expression as the Darkness flows out of him, as his gold eyes dart back up to Riku's face to track his response.
Vanitas has so much Darkness in him, it's all he is; an endless pit from his own make up and the constant negativity all around him. The Unversed he creates and are destroyed. The hold on Riku's throat is a full, firm grip. He can feel Riku's pulse under his fingertips on one side, and the way the muscle contracts under his thumb when he swallows and coughs.
Vanitas doesn't let go. When Riku grabs his bicep, he pushes more magic into him, emboldened by his success. Riku's adam's apple bobs against his palm and Vanitas stares into his face, bleeding Darkness into him the way Rosalind had given Vanitas a transfusion the week before. ]
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Vanitas has so much Darkness in him, it's all he is; an endless pit from his own make up and the constant negativity all around him. The Unversed he creates and are destroyed. The hold on Riku's throat is a full, firm grip. He can feel Riku's pulse under his fingertips on one side, and the way the muscle contracts under his thumb when he swallows and coughs.
Vanitas doesn't let go. When Riku grabs his bicep, he pushes more magic into him, emboldened by his success. Riku's adam's apple bobs against his palm and Vanitas stares into his face, bleeding Darkness into him the way Rosalind had given Vanitas a transfusion the week before. ]