#vanitas at the helm

It’s fine if the missing pieces aren’t the ones I lost. In fact, I rather like that the Light from my heart walksbesideme, instead of staying insidelike most peoples’.  I just don’t want to be missing any pieces anymore.   Having a real heart that works like it’s supposed to is something you people take for granted. 

…Except for the Nobodies.  I can relate to their problem.  I almost think it would be better to feel nothing at all, than to just feel all the worst that the heart has to offer, and then to have all of it come spilling out of you because your heart looks like a sieve. 

Nobody really asked for this, but here’s a color snapshot of me from that one trip to Halloween Town.  See the previous post for more information. 

Halloween Town. How could I not?  Oh, I seem to be some mix of Gargoyle and Incubus… Heh. Now I can glide, too. 

//Gargoyle because he’s very protective of Ventus at this point, Incubus because he’s a little shit and likes to dominate in general (not necessarily in a bedroom context.)  

Alternatively, it’s fucking magic and made of the same darkness (my darkness) as the rest of the outfit. 

vapidventus:

vainvanitas:

vapidventus:

Some days I wonder that, myself…

Especially yours. 

vapidventus:

Some days I wonder that, myself…

Though he does have a point. You wouldn’t notice the difference.