First Dream
[As far as the eye can see there's only a field of grass with a light wind blowing. It's freezing cold, but the boy laying back to look at the stars doesn't seem to notice. Or, if he does, he's used to it. He's been here for a while, slowly watching them blink out of existence one by one. Each time they do he reaches up, sadness written on his face - in the air around him. He can't stop it, he knows that, but he reaches anyway, trying as hard as he can. As if that will help. It doesn't and as each one slowly winks out, he seems to curl up on himself - bitter, hurt - lonely. It seems like hours, but soon, there's only a handful left.
Ventus shivers, rolling over and curling up - He's alone. He shouldn't have tried. How does he reach the light anyway? He can't. Sitting up, he pulls out the pieces of his wayfinder, face an open book of abandonment and betrayal. Hurt and anger.] ....I wish...
[And flings it away as far and hard as he can, uncaring where they fall.
Overhead, several more stars wink out, the rest shining just that much fainter.] I've never known you if you were just going to abandon me.
{{OOC: Tags returned when I wake up. }}
Ventus shivers, rolling over and curling up - He's alone. He shouldn't have tried. How does he reach the light anyway? He can't. Sitting up, he pulls out the pieces of his wayfinder, face an open book of abandonment and betrayal. Hurt and anger.] ....I wish...
[And flings it away as far and hard as he can, uncaring where they fall.
Overhead, several more stars wink out, the rest shining just that much fainter.] I've never known you if you were just going to abandon me.
{{OOC: Tags returned when I wake up. }}