[ Wasting no time, Vincent sweeps his hand up to grasp Vanitas by the neck. Closing the door behind him all too calmly, he slams the other’s body up against it.
Facing him, noses only inches apart, mismatched eyes leer into blue for a long moment. By touch alone, he can already feel his tension begin to dissipate- and, somehow, that just angers him all the more. ]
What it is that you want?
[ Somehow, his tone is still even in its elegance. ]
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Facing him, noses only inches apart, mismatched eyes leer into blue for a long moment. By touch alone, he can already feel his tension begin to dissipate- and, somehow, that just angers him all the more. ]
What it is that you want?
[ Somehow, his tone is still even in its elegance. ]