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(🌹… a confession.)
"Okay...early last spring, something awful and embarrassing happened to me, but I've decided that it no longer bothers me, so I'm going to talk about it,"
"I won't go into deep detail on the hows or whys, but technically what happened is that this plant body betrayed me and ALL OF MY PETALS FELL OUT, I was essentially bald and I was miserable for a few weeks until I eventually grew new bigger and better petals,"
Flowey: "I handled it so poorly that I didn't want anyone to see me, but to show that I no longer care about the whole thing, I asked Frisk to draw this picture to show you guys, and if anyone has anything bad to say about their art, I will personally dox you,"
Frisk: "No he won't,"
Flowey: "Yes I will,"
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I wish you would write Ven (Dandelion Seeds-adjacent) reuniting with Lauriam and Subject X Skuld in the present time. I think it would be kind of heartbreaking, since I feel like they sent him and themselves off in the hopes they would be safe and all of them (Ven like three different times over) just landed in a different tragedy
(For this)
HEY ANON, HOW'D YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN ROTATING THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR FOREVER--
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“What if they don’t like me?”
It felt like such a silly, childish thing to ask, and it didn’t even remotely encompass everything Ven wanted to say. But at the end of the day, he wasn’t the same kid the two of them had known; that boy had died, somewhere between trapping Darkness inside him and being torn apart, and he had been left to pick up the scattered memories of who he used to be.
“Then they don’t know what they’re missing,” Aqua informed him.
“And we can always drop paint on them—ow.” Terra lifted his hands in a placating manner, warding off getting elbowed again.
Ven smiled, despite himself, and laughed quietly. “Thanks, guys.”
Skuld and Lauriam were…waiting for him. Just outside the castle doors. He flexed his fingers and released a shaky breath. He didn’t know much about what they’d be like, either, he realized—he knew a little about what had happened, from Lea and Isa and Namine and Sora, but he didn’t know what that meant for any of them. That felt almost as frightening as the thought of rejection.
Still. He wasn’t that same terrified kid who didn’t feel qualified to be a Union Leader anymore. He was almost a Master in his own right. He’d made it through several wars, apparently, and fought Heartless and Unversed, and braved the afterlife to save his friend. He could face trying to reconnect with these people a part of him once knew.
…Probably.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Ven pushed open the castle doors and strode into the courtyard.
Two pairs of eyes snapped towards him immediately, quiet conversation cut short. He’d known what Lauriam would look like, from his vague memories of seeing Marluxia on the battlefield, but it was still jarring to compare to the skinnier, softer-faced boy from his memories. Skuld—he hadn’t been sure what his image of an older Skuld was, but this felt almost right; too lean, maybe, from travel or from whatever Xehanort had put her through, her expression still a little too guarded, but the clothes weren’t all that different from what she used to wear, patch-marked with trinkets from the worlds she’d visited, hair long and braided, a familiar warmth in her eyes that life hadn’t quite managed to crush out of her.
Lauriam mouthed something that Ven thought might’ve been his name; he started towards him, then stopped almost as abruptly, hand lifted like he’d wanted to reach out to him but couldn’t.
Ven swallowed tightly. Echoes of conversations flitted through his head:
(“You’ll grow into it. Just give it time.”)
(“I love you too, you know. You’re like my little brother, and I don’t want you to be distressed, either.”)
(“The rest of us love you, Ven, and that doesn’t hinge on what you do or don’t do. We care about you. Okay?”)
This had been his brother, once; he’d been terrified of how Lauriam might react to him (this wasn’t the first time you took his sibling away), but he suddenly realized that maybe Lauriam had similar fears. Maybe we’re just all a little broken, and we’ll have to make something new from the pieces.
Ven flashed Lauriam a tremulous smile and opened his arms for a hug. “Hey, Lauriam.”
Lauriam made a pained noise that didn’t sound entirely voluntary and cross the distance, nearly bowling Ven over. Ven laughed, giddy and relieved. “No fair; you weren’t supposed to get so much bigger than me.”
Lauriam laughed, the sound wet, hug so tight Ven could barely breathe. “You had a lot of catching up to do.”
“Hey!”
Lauriam snorted, and then sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “I missed you.”
Ven’s eyes stung. “Missed you, too.” He wriggled away from Lauriam enough to extend an arm towards Skuld.
Skuld hesitated, looking almost lost, then shook her head with a soft smile. “It’s not you,” she promised, apparently catching Ven’s crestfallen look. “Things just…happened.”
“That…feels like an understatement,” Ven admitted.
Skuld crossed the distance to join them; after a hesitant moment she reached out a hand, placing it cautiously against Ven’s cheek. Something in her expression relaxed, the wariness fading away. “You grew a lot, too,” she said, voice bittersweet.
“Not enough, apparently,” Ven grumbled, giving Lauriam a pointed look.
“That just means that you can make Lauriam reach for things.”
Lauriam sighed.
Footsteps came, quiet, from behind them; Skuld shifted, all wariness again, positioning herself just slightly so that she was in front of Ven and Lauriam. Ven had half a moment to worry before looking to see Terra and Aqua, approaching slowly. “Don’t worry. Those are my friends. Come on, I’ll take you to meet them.” He paused, and then added, “And then…maybe we can catch up. Find out what we’ve all been doing since…you know.”
Lauriam’s expression turned pained; Skuld’s just looked sad. “It isn’t a nice story, Ven,” Skuld murmured. With a glance towards Lauriam, she added, “Either of ours.”
Ven could feel his expression softening. “I know. Mine isn’t either, in some ways. But…I want to know, anyways.”
Skuld’s expression softened. “I…don’t think Lauriam’s planning on letting you go anytime soon.”
Lauriam looked sheepish, but he didn’t deny it.
Ven laughed, then grabbed Lauriam’s hand and dragged him towards his friends, Skuld keeping pace. Their relationship might not be the same as it was, maybe—but they could start rebuilding it, and maybe make something new.
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