Falling and No One There to Catch Me [action]

[backhandjustice]

[He's felt fidgety and off for the past few days. He's spent as much time as he can in his room, having dreams that he would rather not speak off, fighting off the urge to smash things to pieces, to scream. It's been like holding in a volcano and he's waiting for it to explode. Food is the thing that drove him from his room, just wanting to get

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[manicuredangel]

[Aziraphale is walking back to his shop from having lunch with a book under arm. He hears the commotion before he sees it. Is that... Ventus's voice? Oh dear... He steps over, a cross look on his face as he assesses the situation.]

Ventus, stand down. These creatures are unarmed.

[backhandjustice]

[The armored figure turns to face him, his fists clenched.]

Stay out of my way, Aziraphale. Or what? Do you think I'm a monster now too?

[manicuredangel]

[His expression softens, almost sad.]

I could never think that of you, my dear boy. Please, I ask that you put away your weapon.

[backhandjustice]

Why? I'm just being what they want me to be!!

[He jerks the blade down and ice screeches into being, swallowing several tables and a portion of the floor, though it misses actual people.]

[manicuredangel]

You're better than this, Ventus.

[He steps closer, reaching to touch his shoulder lightly.]

Is this another side-effect of those drugs you're taking?

[backhandjustice]

[Touching was a bad idea. He let out a cry, jerking and bringing his Keyblade up backhand to strike at the angel]

[manicuredangel]

[The angel is entirely unprepared for the attack, though really he should have. The keyblade catches him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and knocking him on his ass on the floor. He clutched his chest.]

[backhandjustice]

[Ventus leaps, straddling the the other and pressing the blade to his throat, though his heart cannot let him do more than that even if his head is a whirl of anger and despair.]

Am I everything you wanted me to be, Master?

[manicuredangel]

[Ventus's words give him pause. But the proximity, while uncomfortable and threatening, is fortuitous. He reaches up to touch the boy's hand. He would banish the drug from his system once he touches skin.]

Ventus, please...

[backhandjustice]

[Except he has his armor on, so that's a bit harder than it sounds if he needs skin contact. It is full body armor, after all. Even his face is shielded.

He snarls, grabbing his hand and slamming it down.]

Don't be scared, Master. After all, it's not you I'm meant to hurt - RIGHT?!

[manicuredangel]

[Bugger.]

I'm not scared, but I am quite concerned for you, my dear boy. You aren't meant to hurt anyone, not just me.

[He doesn't know why Ventus is calling him "Master", but if it leads to him calming down, he won't argue it.]

[backhandjustice]

That's not what you told me! You said you were going to use me to put out every light in the sky!

[He leaned his head in closer, Azi's face reflected back to him in the mirrored-opaque mask of his helm.]

Suddenly scared I might actually do it?!

[manicuredangel]

[His brows furrowed.]

Remove your helm, Ventus.

[backhandjustice]

[He wants to say no, but something in his brain and heart make him do it. Slowly he reaches up removing the opaque mask.

His face his pale and drawn, his eyes wide, the pupils tiny, tiny little point inside those blue orbs, and tears stain his cheeks.]

Well? Do you like it? The face of the monster you created!!

[manicuredangel]

[He aches to hear those words come from a boy he knew to be kind and sweet. The tear tracks hurt him even more. He reaches up to caress his cheek and hopefully draw out the drug.]

You aren't a monster, Ventus.

[backhandjustice]

Yes I am. Yes, I am.

[He grits his teeth as he is touched, the tears coming unbidden around his grimace, choking as he felt a part of his brain coming back to him.]