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[bleude]

[Truly a shame. Maybe he can point them out the next time they show up.]

I think they must have thought my scars were proof of weakness.

Not alcohol. I can't hold the stuff. Merely sparkling cider.

[feude]

[ yes, she's ready to fuckin throw down

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.

[bleude]

[He may not be able to see her face, but he can certainly imagine it. He remembers (vaguely) his last encounter with the drink.

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?

[feude]

[ be thankful someone stopped her ]

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.

[bleude]

[She probably would've had her way with him, haha...

But wow, she sure knows how to make him FEEL things.]

Jeanne...

Do they really not bother you?

[feude]

[ but she would've asked first!! ]

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. ]

[bleude]

[Unlike him, haha~]

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.]

[feude]

[ 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. ]

Would they? I wonder.

[bleude]

[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.

[feude]

[ vanitas is the first that has seen who jeanne truly is in many, many years. ]

Even the side of me that was a bourreau?

[bleude]

[It's an honor he's so grateful to have been given.]

Even that. You did as you had to. There's no shame in that.

[feude]

There is no honor in it either.

[bleude]

Perhaps not. But we're all capable of doing dishonorable things. What matters is that we learn and grow from it.

[Take their first meeting, for example.]

[feude]

[ well that was

that happened ]

Learn? Grow?

I didn't have that choice. I don't have that choice.

[bleude]

[yEAH... It kinda did.]

You do. You're able to now, even if you weren't before. And if you feel you can't yet, then I'll continue being by your side until you're able to.

[feude]

[ speaking of FEELING THINGS!!!!!! ]

Do you promise?

[bleude]

[CAN'T HOLD ALL THESE FEELS!!!]

Of course. Anything for you.

[feude]

[ sometimes, it truly does feel like that.

vanitas would do anything for her. nobody has ever. ]

Yes. I want you at my side.

[bleude]

[It's rare for him to put himself out there for other people, and yet

for her, he would. Readily. Again and again.]

Then you shall have me. I promise not to leave you, Jeanne.

[feude]

I believe you, Vanitas.

[ how could she not? ]

[bleude]

Good. Because I'd hate to you to think I was lying.

[He lies about some things, yes, but not this.]

[feude]

You'd never lie to me.

[ wrong ]

[bleude]

[Sorry, Jeanne...]

Of course not, you don't deserve that.

[feude]

You weren't lying about loving me either.

[bleude]

N
No way!

Though I did fool myself...