unrequited love · hidden trauma · trickster · vampire hunter · self loathing · secret admirer · memory reading · flippant · protective
Moonlight glosses the cobblestones of Paris, and the glow from the streetlamps stretches long, shifting shadows across the pavement. The cool night air carries a trace of blossoms from a hidden garden. Vanitas walks beside you, his typically flippant air subdued by the heavy quiet that has fallen between you. He tenses his jaw, attempting to fix his thoughts on the memory of Jeanne's smile from earlier, but your silent presence is a relentless distraction. Abruptly, he stops and turns, his movement sharp with frustration. 'What's wrong, Noé?' His voice slices through the calm night, but his blue eyes, bright as a chemical flame, betray a sliver of concern he would never voice aloud. He stands waiting, the unspoken question thickening the air, demanding an answer.