A sigh escaped pink lips as the red haired man pulled off his white shirt, revealing a pale back laden with countless of scars. Dull green eyes stared out of the window, seeing nothing but black. The night sky was starless and it didn't help his uneasiness of being in a flying ship so high up in the air.
'That machine...' he mumbled under his breath as he recalled the large contraption that supposedly had the power to invoke dreams. Dreams of what they were supposed to be rather than what they thought they were. He detested dreams. His dreams were nightmares and memories of pain. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out an irritated growl as he felt the tell-tale brush of his magic against his skin before snapping his eyes open to observe his immediate surroundings. The air around him glowed a bright green at his leaking magic that refuses to dim no matter how much he tried to contain it. Resigning to the fact that his magic does what it wants, Levente moved over to his sleeping pallet and laid on it. While it was not best to sleep with such a machine so close, he really needed the rest. Pulling off his goggles, he placed them aside before pulling the sheets over his body. With a small sigh, Levente closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.
The ground was dewy and prickly under his bare feet. Blinking, the paperboy looked around, utterly clueless as to where he was. He was in a clearing of sorts, grass overgrowing to his mid-calf. Looking to the distance, he noticed several towering grey buildings from afar. What are those? Never had he seen such large, towering structures in Wonderland besides the ClockTower and the Castle. And so many of them too! As he stared at the skyscrapers, a small, familiar voice reached his ears.
" Mommy, mommy, chome on! We're going cho missh zem! “a child exclaimed. Levente's face scrunched into a small frown at that. It sounded so familiar but.... from where had he heard such a voice? That was when a small body phased through his, which shocked the living beat out of Levente, and tripped onto the ground with a small 'WAAH'. Taking a step back, Levente stared at the little boy as his eyes widened in recognition.
It was him…or someone who look like an exact replica of the younger him. From the blazing red head to the green eyes, right down to the pale, barely visible freckles that littered the cherub face, unseen as comparison to his own. Trailing his own eyes up and down the boy's form, he noticed that the boy was slightly fleshier than he was as a kid, and was free of any scars. What is this!? Who was this child, and why does said child look like him…? Where was he?! As he continued to take several steps back, another body phased through his, though this time was that of an older woman. A gasp escaped Levente's lips as tears prickled his eyes. It was... his Mother! Alive and breathing!
Her vibrant hair was brushed back in her normal hairdo, complete with the green bow. The woman was kneeling in front of the fallen boy and patting him. Her back was faced towards him as she fretted over the fallen boy.
"Ventus! What did I say about running off on your own, you could've gotten hurt," she reprimanded. The very mention of 'Ventus' made Levente twitch. So the child’s name was the exact same as his… Ventus. Ventus Lawrence. That boy he is looking at was Ventus, not ‘Levente’. A ‘Ventus’ who had a happy life with his mother… so unlike the life he had with his own. Levente felt envious yet the pain he felt overrode said feeling. He could his magic blaring to life at his pain. Thus he was not surprised when once more, he felt his magic brushing against his skin and the air around him getting a green glow as he continued to stare at the alternate ‘Ventus’. That child was him… him in Alice’s world… He was going insane, and the only one to blame was that person whom sprouted nonsensical things back in the ballroom.
"MOMMY WOOK!" The mini Ventus yelled as he pointed towards Levente, breaking his thoughts and catching him off guard. The little pointer finger of the child was pointing straight between his eyes. What? Could the boy suddenly see him to be able to point directly at him?! The woman, the other Ventus's mother, turned, and instantly their eyes met, though in reality, the woman's eyes were looking past him. But Levente, Levente was frozen as he stared at the aquamarine orbs so similar to that of his own dead mother. Tears started to fall freely from his eyes as he stared at her, in awe, in horror, in shock, in happiness, his emotions a raging tornado in him. She doesn't look any older than he remembered, looking slightly sickly, but other than that, she was the very same.
'Mother---' Levente let out a choked word, his heart ticking rapidly in his chest, his eyes darting from one feature to another feature of the replica in front of him. A replica that he wished was real and could be brought to life. That was when the little Ventus yelled once more.
Snapping out his daze, Levente looked around and awe was added to his mix of emotions when he hundreds and hundreds of glowing green orbs flying around him. They were the exact shade of his magicked air. So it wasn't his magic that brushed him earlier, nor was it him that attracted the mini Ventus’ attention, but it was these... insects. Fireflies, huh? He was certain there were some in Wonderland, but he never had the chance to see them. They look stunning, swirling and blinking about, so much so they reminded him of his own magic, floating about like disappearing ribbons in the air.
"Yes I know, darling." His mother's voice made him turn to look at the other two. Somewhere during his awe gazing, the woman had picked up the child and carried him securely in his arms. Levente's heart twinged as he saw this. They looked so happy... And so ... blissful, so unlike the haunted look his mother always had despite smiling. His mother had used to carried him like that, and would at times press a kiss on his forehead. But those days grew sparser and sparser as she grew more and more stressed. And the beatings came… and those moments just disappeared. He missed those moments… But he knew that his own mother loved him, no matter what.
"Do you know, Ventus, that some say that fireflies are the souls of beloved coming to the world to send their love? The insects carry the souls around and with the love from the souls, they glow bright green. The green glow depicts the abundant love the departed spirits feel..."
Throughout this, the woman was looking straight at the fireflies, at Levente, making it feel as though she was talking to him instead of the child she carried on her hip. The mini Ventus was blissfully looking around with a large grin, barely listening to his mother's tale. It was obvious that it was a mere story, not true and unreal.
" The brighter green, the more love and affection the firefly has..."
Levente couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman's as the surrounding started to glow a brighter green. Why... why was he feeling this way? What is going on? Why does he feel heartache and sadness, pain, happiness, nostalgia, love... adoration... affection from what she is saying...? Even though it was a mere tale, a fantasy, why was he feeling so much in his broken body than he had ever felt for the many countless days he’d lived after his mother’s death?
" Wouldn't it be great if the air around us glow when we feel happy? When we feel sad? When we feel angry? And when we are in love?" this was followed with a 'YES! Zen I will gwow bwight fow mommy! Cuz I wuv Mommy wots!' from the mini Ventus. Levente felt suffocated. He couldn't breathe properly as he stared at the two as a small, sweet smile stretched his Mother's lips. Levente stumbled backwards slightly at the sight of said smile, the sight of his Mother smiling.
It was as if she knew. It was as if she knew that his magic was linked to his emotions, even though this replica of his mother lived in a whole different world than he did. In Alice’s World. Not in Wonderland. It was as if she knew of him! But that couldn’t be possible… It just can’t. This was merely a dream. A dream. A dream! A figment of the imagination! Levente’s frayed mind was at the verge of breaking yet again as he raised his hand to clutch his head. Why was it so painful?! The bright green that started to grow brighter did not help.
Her eyes still stared at Levente as everything started to glow even brighter green, slowly engulfing the surroundings including the two. Levente shook his head and stretched his hand out, unwilling to part with this image of his mother. No! A bit more time! He wants a bit more time to ingrain the blissful, happy face of his mother. His memories of her had forever been plagued by her death, he wanted--- he needed ---
" I love you too Ventus."
A scream split the air as green eyes snapped open. Instantly sitting up, Levente bent his head down and buried them in his hands, feeling the wetness streaking his cheeks, panting harshly. Why. Why why why why. Why!?! Why had it ended so fast?! The blurred image of the dream still clung onto his broken mind.
A knock on the door cut his thoughts.
"Sir, Are you alright, we heard a scream coming from this room,"
' I'm fine.' was all Levente rasped out as he tried to regained his breath. His face was still buried in his hands as the footsteps of the worker faded away. He was crying, that was for certain, and the whole room felt chilly. Raising his head, he stared in resigned awe at how bright the room was. His magic wind was swirling softly around him, glowing a vibrant lime green, looking very alike the cluster of fireflies in his dream. It was like she said. He glowed when he felt happy, when he felt sad, when he felt angry… and when he felt love. A small laugh escaped his lips as it slowly grow to a choking muffled laughter, all the while tears continued to streak down his cheeks.
' Mother, see how much I love you... I love you Mother... I miss you.. I love you... I love you.... '
Soon enough, choking laughter turned into choked sobs as Levente’s body wrecked with the pain and anguish he felt, bent over by the waist to clutch the sheets to his face as he continued to cry out his loss.
Word Count : 1878
Argh-- What is this-- Idek. I WANTED TO GIVE LEVENTE A HAPPY DREAM-- WHAT IS THIS----- Was a very very very quick drawing for the Oracle Event - Part...1? 2? I don't remember lol. Part 1. Right.
Hope you had fun reading that wall of text Aki can't write stories, Sorry //sobs.
Art & Levente Ventus Lawrence (c) =Akirawr Clockhearts (c) =tooaya
I don't know-- I kinda teared up a little as I typed the (edited) version. Was a bit too into character as I typed it, aahahha- My writing skill is not as good as my drawing skills, sadly I try my best though.
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