callmeven: (169)
ventus ([personal profile] callmeven) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-02-02 02:53 am

not too far from home | open

Who: Keyblade House & YOU
When: Throughout February
Where: Keyblade House aka Fancy House #3 ( info including aesthetic pics )
What: a catch all mingle log for those who live in the house and anyone who wants to stop by or hang out
Warnings: general language, talk of the previous event, talk and mention of past torture



[lots of new arrivals this month! with the end of last month's event and everyone else trying to recover and heal sometimes it's nice to just hang out at home.

post a toplevel or tag around if your character is in the area.]
twilightskey: (What are friends for?)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-04 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Roxas, meanwhile, walks over and kneels down next to Ventus, taking some of that snow.]

Oh yeah? I haven't seen much snow in Twilight Town either. I still have to go visit your world sometime.

[Maybe when they get back.]
twilightskey: (Fond memories)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-05 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods.]

Yeah, that's my home. It's a quiet world, but it has a great sunset.

[It's a little weird, hearing Ven talk about going back and experiencing things he hasn't done yet. It's not a bad thing, the gap in their time, but it does take some getting used to.]

[Roxas spends some time trying to mold the snow in his hand into the proper shape for a bunny. As he does, he speaks.]


Hey, Ven? How are you doing?
twilightskey: (Is any of this for real? Or not?)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-05 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, definitely.

[He notices Ven slow down, and is careful with how he says his next few words.]

That's good.

...I went to see the trials, by the way.
twilightskey: (Just tell me that)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
No. I didn’t need to see that.

[Roxas keeps his own gaze down as well, but casts a few glances at Ven as he talks.]

...is that where you got those scars?
twilightskey: (I've got some business to settle)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-05 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
..!

[Roxas's eyes widen, and he gasps softly as Ven explains. Silver burns turnskins... and Ven had to wear silver for so long? He's visibly stunned by this news.]

Ven...

[After a couple of seconds, the shock, surprisingly, gives way to anger. It's a familiar emotion for Roxas, but it's more prominent and burns stronger than normal, paired with a strong desire to make sure this doesn't happen again. He knows that the culprits were caught and would face judgment, but this sudden flare of protectiveness makes him wonder if that's enough of a punishment.]

That's not going to happen again.

[His voice is low, steady, and dangerous. The snow in his hand, which had been formed into a lump like Ven's, gets crushed under his grip.]
twilightskey: (Just tell me that)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's not okay.

[He turns to look at Ven, and something in the way Ven looks at him dispels some of that anger. Enough to make him realize that he had felt such an unusual urge of protectiveness. He blinks in visible confusion, looking down at the snow in his hands.]

[Roxas was upset, sure, but... why did he react so strongly?]

[He shakes his head, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at Ven.]


I mean... no one should have to go through what you did. What you all did. And if I can help stop it from happening again, I want to.
twilightskey: (There's a place I'd like to be)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-11 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'd be more upset if people didn't care.

[Because really, what kind of world would this be otherwise?]

[He looks down at the snow that's placed in his hands, then turns to Ven and offers a small smile.]


But... you're okay now, right?
twilightskey: (Thanks)

[personal profile] twilightskey 2020-02-20 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Roxas watches Ven mold a snow bunny, before nodding, slowly doing the same.]

Yeah. I'll be careful. Promise.