[Said with a strong blush upon his cheeks. It very well may be the first time he's outright admitted to being worried for Noé rather than simply doing something to show it. It seems to surprise himself that he says as much too, because he ends up gritting his teeth, like he's betrayed himself by allowing such a vulnerability to show. Bad enough he has to reveal his scars in order to keep his clothes clean, otherwise he would've simply kept them on.
Once Noé's hand presses to his cheek, his eyes go wide and then wider still at his words. Dumbfounded, his lips part, allowing a shallow breath to pass them but not much else. Until he clenches his fists against the dark skin of his abs and grits his teeth.]
[It isn’t like he intends to break down Vanitas’ walls. Smash through his defences. He just does. By being himself. He just wants Vanitas to know that he is important. That the vampire doesn’t mind the scars. The main thing that concerns him, if anything, is the mark on Vanitas’ arm.
His expression softens, his hand tracing through Vanitas’ hair. He made his choice a good while ago. To stay. To support Vanitas. That hadn’t changed. He’s sure it will take time for Vanitas to accept that.]
But I say so. Even if you don’t think so. Haven’t I proven that by now?
[He does it so damn easily, too. That honesty and kindness shatters every barrier he's worked so hard to construct in the last however many years. He hates it. Hates Noé for doing it so blithely. And yet he can deny craving what's on offer, like a starved orphan. Or test subject as the case may be.
That look which once disgusted him now leaves him feeling warm, too much so as Noé's fingers run through his strands. It feels nice, brings back memories of Luna he wishes to forget, stirs up the complex vortex of emotions that always come with them. Yet he doesn't stop any of it.]
...you have. I can't understand why, but you--
[He leans down to kiss him again, shifting his hips to grind against him in a bid to distract the vampire.]
[It has never taken much to excite or distract him. So it’s likely no surprise that Vanitas does so now. So easily by leaning down to kiss him again. He closes his eyes, his hand shifting to Vanitas’ neck to cradle the back of his head. The other hand raises to his shoulder, not to push him back but merely to hold him. There’s a little noise of surprise at the grinding, but not in protest. He just hadn’t anticipated it. His movements might be clumsy, but he raises his hips to try to tell Vanitas that it’s okay. To continue.]
[Bless his short attention span sometimes. At least it has its uses. Besides, it does indeed feel good to kiss him, over and over again until Vanitas is breathless and panting against his lips. He likes feeling secure in Noé's arms, like he's protected from the world. But what he wants more lies lower than that...
Hands fumble with his pants and he has to kneel in order to make room to slide them down, exposing all of Noé before doing the same for himself. Then he's leaning in, allowing their hips to meet again, this time pale flesh against dark flesh. Against his lips he murmurs.]
[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
Eh? [Why is there talk of punching right now??? Still, he is sufficiently distracted by the kissing. The way Vanitas nibbles his lower lip really doesn’t help him to focus on anything else, and he’s already hardly quiet, but it is not like there’s anyone else around to hear him except Vanitas.
His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
[SO. OBLIVIOUS. It'd be cute if it weren't so frustrating! ...okay, it's still cute. Dammit. He presses in for a deeper kiss briefly, intending to SMOTHER THE IDIOT with affection, cutting off those delicious noises for a few long seconds before breaking away. Panting, he freezes at the question, worry suddenly gnawing away at him.
Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
Ah, it’s fine. I just guess I wasn’t really thinking about the next time yet.
[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
[ none that mar her body but scars all the same - deeply embedded in her conscious. scars that vanitas is helping her heal from, as a matter of fact. ]
[ and yet he was the first person she ever felt like she can freely have an opinion on. free to hate him. find him repulsive. to slowly warm up to him over time as he showed her his true colors. as he promised and made her feel like
like herself again. like jeanne. not the bourreau. not even the chevalier. not the hellfire witch. ]
[Even should she decide to hate him with the burning passion of a thousand suns, he would rather see that than watch her become someone she isn't by suppressing her own feelings.
That initial hatred and then her steadily growing affection for him only served to make him more aroused emotionally. Her honest feelings is all he wants.]
I think so. They're a part of you, for better and worse. Everything that makes up who you are is a treasure, Jeanne.
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Of course, idiot.
[Said with a strong blush upon his cheeks. It very well may be the first time he's outright admitted to being worried for Noé rather than simply doing something to show it. It seems to surprise himself that he says as much too, because he ends up gritting his teeth, like he's betrayed himself by allowing such a vulnerability to show. Bad enough he has to reveal his scars in order to keep his clothes clean, otherwise he would've simply kept them on.
Once Noé's hand presses to his cheek, his eyes go wide and then wider still at his words. Dumbfounded, his lips part, allowing a shallow breath to pass them but not much else. Until he clenches his fists against the dark skin of his abs and grits his teeth.]
No, I wouldn't. Don't say such stupid things...
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His expression softens, his hand tracing through Vanitas’ hair. He made his choice a good while ago. To stay. To support Vanitas. That hadn’t changed. He’s sure it will take time for Vanitas to accept that.]
But I say so. Even if you don’t think so. Haven’t I proven that by now?
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That look which once disgusted him now leaves him feeling warm, too much so as Noé's fingers run through his strands. It feels nice, brings back memories of Luna he wishes to forget, stirs up the complex vortex of emotions that always come with them. Yet he doesn't stop any of it.]
...you have. I can't understand why, but you--
[He leans down to kiss him again, shifting his hips to grind against him in a bid to distract the vampire.]
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[It has never taken much to excite or distract him. So it’s likely no surprise that Vanitas does so now. So easily by leaning down to kiss him again. He closes his eyes, his hand shifting to Vanitas’ neck to cradle the back of his head. The other hand raises to his shoulder, not to push him back but merely to hold him. There’s a little noise of surprise at the grinding, but not in protest. He just hadn’t anticipated it. His movements might be clumsy, but he raises his hips to try to tell Vanitas that it’s okay. To continue.]
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Hands fumble with his pants and he has to kneel in order to make room to slide them down, exposing all of Noé before doing the same for himself. Then he's leaning in, allowing their hips to meet again, this time pale flesh against dark flesh. Against his lips he murmurs.]
How do you want to do this...?
[Please don't be oblivious this time, dammit...!]
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[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
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[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
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His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
Next time?
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Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
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[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
You riding me is fine.
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[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
...you ready?
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[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
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[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
Ah... Damn...
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I appreciate that, though I didn't get any of their names. They were simply barflies looking for easy prey.
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And they approached you thinking so?
[ .... ]
Were you drinking?
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I think they must have thought my scars were proof of weakness.
Not alcohol. I can't hold the stuff. Merely sparkling cider.
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he won't see her relieved face. the last time vanitas had alcohol he was so
so
defenseless and cute. she wanted to take him home......... ]
How preposterous to think them a sign of weakness.
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It wasn't pleasant, except he dreamed she was carrying him. That part was nice.
Little does he know that she almost Vanitasnapped him!]
Can you blame them? Claw marks, cuts, and surgical scars... What fool allows himself to get so injured?
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They are a mark of struggle and resilience. Each one holds a story of your character and your history.
Some carry guilt.
But signs of weakness they are not.
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But wow, she sure knows how to make him FEEL things.]
Jeanne...
Do they really not bother you?
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They don't.
After all, I have scars too.
[ none that mar her body but scars all the same - deeply embedded in her conscious. scars that vanitas is helping her heal from, as a matter of fact. ]
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I see.
It's true that whatever scars you possess only serve to make you more fascinating.
[He's just grateful he didn't add to hers by being a cad when they first met.]
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like herself again. like jeanne. not the bourreau. not even the chevalier. not the hellfire witch. ]
Would they? I wonder.
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That initial hatred and then her steadily growing affection for him only served to make him more aroused emotionally. Her honest feelings is all he wants.]
I think so. They're a part of you, for better and worse. Everything that makes up who you are is a treasure, Jeanne.
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Even the side of me that was a bourreau?
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