“Vanitas hated it when she did that; when she would surround herself with light and soar towards the sky, painting white stripes on blue canvas.

It frustrated Aqua when he would cloak himself in darkness and rush at her, ribbons of pure shadow trailing behind him like rips in the horizon.

In that way, they would fight, all white and black lines, weaving in and out and between each other, the contrast so sharp that it burned even their own eyes. But despite the difference, and beneath their wrath, they shared one thought; wishing that the other would change colors.”

Hahaha :P Poor Vanitas…