[ Once, he loathed how much he liked the temporary high, the surging invulnerability of being filled with the Darkness. He's come to terms with that, he owns it, that he is inextricably linked to the Darkness and the Light both, that his Darkness is a part of him.
It doesn't prepare him for this. That it's Vanitas's, pouring so much of the very fundamental stuff that makes up who and what he is like the tide fills the holes children dig in the beach.
Vanitas grips him tight enough to make him wheeze noisily through the pressure.
What's different isn't just that the Darkness is his or how much of it courses through them; when Riku cauterized his own injury he damaged many of the nerves that, now, are healing, screaming anew around the rip claws had shredded through skin and muscle. Riku almost does, too, but he's ever been skilled at trapping inside things that might threaten to crawl out of his mouth.
If he tried to compare the two - when he pushed a Dark Firaga into his own side or when Vanitas pushed his Darkness through Riku - he finds the two comparable in that they're both overwhelming.
He looks. He has to. He claws up his tucked shirt and finds the gauze is crumbling off him, black and violet wisping up around new skin turned shiny and pink-red right next to an older, more horrific scar. Riku's breath shudders out of him. ]
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It doesn't prepare him for this. That it's Vanitas's, pouring so much of the very fundamental stuff that makes up who and what he is like the tide fills the holes children dig in the beach.
Vanitas grips him tight enough to make him wheeze noisily through the pressure.
What's different isn't just that the Darkness is his or how much of it courses through them; when Riku cauterized his own injury he damaged many of the nerves that, now, are healing, screaming anew around the rip claws had shredded through skin and muscle. Riku almost does, too, but he's ever been skilled at trapping inside things that might threaten to crawl out of his mouth.
If he tried to compare the two - when he pushed a Dark Firaga into his own side or when Vanitas pushed his Darkness through Riku - he finds the two comparable in that they're both overwhelming.
He looks. He has to.
He claws up his tucked shirt and finds the gauze is crumbling off him, black and violet wisping up around new skin turned shiny and pink-red right next to an older, more horrific scar. Riku's breath shudders out of him. ]