[ see? this is why she felt like she had to handle everything! vanitas is so modest when it comes to l'amour, someone has to take charge.
but he's also so damn cute standing there picking at his clothes. she wouldn't change it. she'll take care of him.
jeanne, with no preamble, rushes forward. takes his face into her hands. maybe she rushes forward a little too fast because they go careening into the wall with vanitas back against it. thunk. ]
I'll take you to that field of flowers, but first... breakfast...
[Modest and shy and silly and just an all-around goober when it comes love and love-making, it's true.
He can't help the gasp that escapes him as she pounces and shoves them both into the wall, eyes fixed on her face and cheek hot with barely concealed need. Yeah, he's got it bad, too...]
O-Okay... If you're sure...
[Dummy, read the room! At least he's quickly shedding his cloak and vest, hanging them up on the chair that got scooted along with them.]
[ yeah, she can tell. when her thigh shoves up between his legs especially.
is it as bad as her, though? if it is, he's much better about hiding it. not that jeanne even TRIES anymore. not after spending all that time in the inn room. ]
If you can't tell I'm sure yet - [ they have other problems. ] I'll just have to prove that I am. Again and again and again.
[ is the door even locked? WHO KNOWS. as for her clothes? they're already pooled on the floor long before he's neatly hung his up, so she's in the sheer slipdress. ]
[That definitely elicits a small noise similar to a squeak from him as he jumps and squirms against her.
Which... is dangerous in itself, really. At least he's not completely stoic? Just slightly more reserved than her.]
Er, just checking... [He's still trying to make up for the stolen kiss when they met.] But okay...
[He's fairly sure it's locked? He's usually paranoid about leaving it so, unless Amelia is coming up with food or something. Finally, though, his hands find her waist and he grips her tight.]
[ look, it's no wonder she's this hungry when he makes those adorable squeaky sounds and he squirms and he's grabbing at her waist.
her eyes widen but it truly only spurs her onward. his touch and how not stoic he is. her thigh bumps higher and she pins him to the wall by using her whole body. a smaller but stronger than his body.
listen. compared to jeanne, EVERYONE is more reserved. ]
Checking if I want you? [ she leans into his ear, her voice low and husky. ] What should I do to have you believe me...?
[He does make for a tantalizing little meal, doesn't he? Maybe there's some urge to hunt in those vampire instincts somewhere, while he he makes for the perfect prey.
Especially when he wiggles and outright moans from her rubbing him with her knee. His hands blindly roam upwards to clutch at her shoulders, about as bold as he can get when she's making him melt against the wall.]
Y-Yeah... [A faint noise escapes him, somewhere between a whimper and a whine.] Whatever you want...
[ made all the more delicate when her poison floods his veins. rendering him immobile and ready for the taking. for her to do whatever she wants with him, just as he tells her.
not once did it cross her mind that vanitas wasn't being manly enough. she enjoys his moans and all the noises he makes way too much to complain. to reward him (or maybe just because she wants to) she kisses at his throat. making her way down to the mark at the space between his neck and shoulder. ]
This mark isn't enough...?
[ now that she accepts it. now that she wants it to be there, to chase everyone else away. her prey. hers. her teeth scrape at it teasingly before her kiss turns a little more sweet and chaste. ]
I can tell everyone that I do. Master Luca, Lady Dominique, Master Ruthven...
[He certainly becomes more docile once she bites him, that's for sure, though half of it's due to arousal. Because how could he ever turn her down when she wants to ravage him body and soul?
It's those insidious self-doubts which are coloring his perception about himself, really. But at least he manages to make his pleasure known through various aroused sounds, especially once her lips find their way to his throat, where a moan slips past his lips. The mark seems to pulse with energy as its master nears, filling him with lustful urges and a growing need to touch himself.]
N..No, that's not it...
[He doesn't want her to feel that she isn't enough. Doesn't want her to be in the same position as himself. So as she kisses him, he squirms happily, hands threading through her hair while her kiss turns gentle.]
I dunno if that's a good idea... Especially Ruthven... But I do like the idea of everyone knowing I'm yours...
[ jeanne notes where he's loudest and focuses there. they've done their shy, first time song and dance in the other thread. or THEY WILL. eventually. in the future. but it was shy!! and fumbling, but sweet.
there a little less care in being careful now from her. even at his mark, her mouth opens over it like a threat before she presses another kiss there.
a little more calm, she lifts her head from his throat and presses her forehead against his. the gold of her eyes is warm like honey and her hands settle at his ~waist~, squeeze at that last word.
hers. ]
That's true. Master Ruthven appears to be weary of you. [ hmm. ] I can shout it from the roofs?
[ jeanne........
well. she makes up for her ridiculousness by reaching for his trousers and kissing his cheek, right? ]
[WEEPS THEY'RE GETTING THERE HAVE MERCY... Thankfully Vanitas is a musical creature, loud and unreserved where voicing his preferences comes in.
He can't help tensing in anticipation at the feel of her jaw opening, preparing him for the bite that never comes. Instead, he's graced with a kiss that leaves him whimpering almost forlornly at the lack of pain.
He finally manages to unscrunch his eyes enough to regard her with his own crystalline gaze, a shiver running through him as she holds him tighter. Firmly for a vampire, which means he isn't going anywhere.]
T-That might be a bit much... You don't want to attract too much unwanted attention.
[That works for him, as it makes all thoughts flee from his head - or at least the one on his shoulders. The other one, however... It much more attentive.]
so many whimpers. you'd think he was a stray dog who has been starved for physical touch and affection for years. with those blue eyes watching her so closely, maybe that isn't too far from the truth. ]
But I want the entire world to know.
[ she frowns, a little put out and pouting that she can't declare to the universe that this human is hers because it'll attract unwanted attention. most attention is unwanted. but if anybody dares to try and lay a finger on him, she'll tear them to pieces.
if he doesn't first fall to pieces in her hands. jeanne unbashedly gropes for him while nudging her forehead against his. ]
Starved alley cat, maybe... Because he certainly seems keen on her touches and adoration, even if it does make him into a bashful mess.]
I just fear for you, you know... I'm not one most vampires want to associate with.
[He would have no problem with her announcing their love to the world on the whole if it weren't for that fact. So he tries to soften the blow with a hand to her cheek and kisses her softly as their foreheads touch.
At least until she fondles him and gets him making an embarrassing squeak, cheeks heating up to a rosy pink.]
[ he fears for her...? her touch softens, as do her eyes, easing off to grab his hip. she does that with one hand, the other reaches up and cups his cheek as she closes her eyes. though she'll never tire of figuring out what kind of noise vanitas will make next, she needs a moment to hold him.
to kiss him back - jeanne's frantic energy slowing and settling. if he's the stray alley cat, she's the jungle cat who is ALSO starved for touch. who rubs her forehead against his and their noses brush. ]
Most vampires want nothing to do with a bourreau. [ an Ex-bourreau thanks to master luca, but she can't forget what she's done. ]
And... this vampire wants to associate with you. Closely. Very closely. [ as close as possible with how she has him pinned to the wall, most of his clothes off and his trousers hanging open. ]
[Somewhat mystified, he regards her as she touches him so tenderly, seemingly trying to puzzle out what thoughts are going on in her head. Is it not obvious that he cares for her? That he would do anything, endure whatever it takes to see her safe? He hopes so, anyway.
Though at least he gets the kiss, soft and sweet. Quite the change from her ferocious go-getter attitude just a minute ago. But he likes both versions of her, honestly. They're both Jeanne, sweet and fierce and definite in her wants. So he smiles against her lips, eyes half closed.]
I suppose that's true... We're alike in that regard. Shunned by everyone. But that's okay, because... [They have each other. They'll have one another for as long as he lives.]
Then I guess I'll just have to let you do so, heh. I want to associate with you, too, you know. [Which should be obvious by the way he's grown hard and needy from their fooling around.]
[ shunned by everyone but the people that matter. it's okay because they have those people. because they have each other. jeanne has been able to make it this far because of the tiny handful of souls she keeps close to her heart. even as a bourreau, she had someone.
they might've stumbled and had a lot of friction at first, she and vanitas, but there isn't a thing she would change between them. ]
I do know. [ SINCE THE BEGINNING. now she says it with some humor laced in her voice, though. pulling back half an inch for her golden eyes to flash at him. ]
Now that I'm actually thinking about it, you... asked to marry me...
[ maybe she forgot because she was so DAZED at the time. now, she's picking up his left hand and drawing it to her mouth to kiss his ring finger. then, at the back of his hand.
then, his forearm. ]
Since we consummated our love, [ CONSUMmATED. LOVE. ] We practically are married now, so you really should just move in with me.
[It's true they don't need the world to accept them when they have a small but faithful group of friends that support them. And each other, of course. Despite sometimes feeling that it's impossible, Vanitas has come to accept that there are those who care enough to stick by him.
He's even beginning to come to terms with the concept of someone actually loving him, as unbelievable as that is.]
Ah, I did, didn't I... Even though at the time I knew you'd reject me completely. [It was a safe move since she'd never agree to something so absurd and shallow.
His blush only grows with ever move her lips make on him, working her way up towards his body. It makes him tingle pleasantly, overriding that faint, fluttery nervous feeling that's a remnant of his fears and self-loathing.]
Y-Yeah... I mean-- Maybe I ought to. I suppose living out of a hotel is kind of impractical in the long run. [And really, if this is going to become a regular thing, being closer with private quarters would help immensely.]
[ there are two things that stop jeanne in her tracks. one: vanitas' admittance that he only asked her to marry him because she would reject him.
two: he is agreeing to living with her in the castle. a castle that isn't her castle, but the oriflamme's. luca's family. luca who MISLIKES vanitas for some reason.
that's thinking too far ahead. he agreed. she can smuggle him in later and nobody will be the wiser if she hides him away in her room. ]
If you asked me now... [ she leans back and her expression that of, well, not a horny vampire but a concerned friend. whom brushes some hair behind his ear. ] I-I'd say yes.
[It's a rough thing to admit, that he was only fucking with her because he knew it was a safe thing to do. At the same time, though, he's also now agreeing to live together under the same roof. In a castle!! Madness, really.
He's not thinking about the logistics of it, however, even if he should be. Since getting her in trouble is the last thing he wants to do. But no, he's just pondering the possibility of more time together. Sexy times.]
Y-You would...? [That face on her is so... so... beautiful, really. It highlights all her best features, from the softness of her cheeks to the sparkle in her eyes. Meanwhile he sits, stunned, all but gawking at her.] I... I don't know that I'm marriage material, really...
this is probably hitting a little too close to telling him that she loves him, but she can't take her words back. if she even wanted to. she doesn't. she would.
however, her face goes a bit blank. ]
You just need to be married to be marriage material, right?
[She would suck him dry like a succubus, probably! It's half the reason he doesn't say anything. The other half is embarrassment.
Vanitas the all-day buffet... Mmmm...
It really is all but her saying she loves him, but that's okay because she hasn't uttered that particular word just yet. Although her cute expression and misinterpretation of what he says is adorable. And kind of on point, if baffling. It leaves him at a loss for a moment, until he (sorta) recovers.]
M..Maybe so... I've never done it before, except for faking it with you, so I don't know...
[ keeping him chained to her bed until the maids come in to clean her room. they try to report the a kidnapped human, but jeanne is standing down the hallway looking very menacing... even with a tray of food for vanitas in her hands.
distracted now, she muses. raising her hand to her mouth and a finger pressing to her lip in thought. ]
That makes the most sense to me! My mother and father were married and I don't remember her saying anything about my father being marriage material. She just wanted him, and I feel the same way. I just want you.
[That's certainly one way to make sure he lives longer: don't let him use his book any and keep him for a pet... Part of him wouldn't even mind.
Cute... Idly, he takes her hand and kisses the tip of that finger, before returning it to her in a sort of kiss transfer.]
Jeanne... [That... is actually really sweet, if naive?] I just don't want you being saddled with me if I turn out to be awful for you... Or causing problems with Ruthven and Luca. Although maybe they would just sit and take it if we did get married. [He smiles a bit wryly.] That would be funny.
[ he would be a most spoiled, most loved pet. she'd take him into the yard for outside time, too.
as much as she'd love a normal kiss, that indirect one warms her face in an instant. it's worth it not to rush headlong if this is the treatment she gets. a soft, affectionate vanitas who makes her heart race like it's their first date all over again. ]
Hmmmm. Master Luca is always saying things like he doesn't like it when I'm sad... if he saw how happy I was to be married to you, I think he would accept it. Master Ruthven, too.
[ naive. sweet. pure. that's jeanne. one side of jeanne. that is to say, she's ignoring him saying he would be awful for her. there's just no way he could be in her head. ]
[Even better! As nice as a castle bed is, there's no substitute for fresh air and sunlight. Though she might have to deal with panic attacks at being restrained, because oops experimentation trauma!
He can't help being a little silly now and then, with a touch of romance to go with it. That's just who he is. Mr. Flamboyant Performer. Though afterwards he hugs her 'round the waist, tugging her just that little bit closer.]
Ah, I suppose that's true. Luca would probably do anything to make you happy, and Ruthven... Well, he'd likely see it as an easy means of keeping me leashed.
[She truly is blissfully naive and sweet at times like this. And he can barely bear to break her her heart with words that might contradict her vision.]
[ if he can help her trauma, she can and will help him with his. make being chained up to the bed a good experience. where she dotes and coddles him and, though he's the one bound up, he's telling her what to do.
not expecting a hug, she makes a surprised noise in her throat. it's not long after that she's putting her arms around his shoulders and just... holds him again. physical touch is a rarity. the most she gets from luca is a head pat or him holding her hand. embracing so closely? feeling the warmth of another body?
as such she's only half-listening to what he's saying, smiling to herself and nuzzling against him with a happy sigh. ]
See? It'll be just fine. I don't need a ring, either. Just knowing I'm married to you is enough. But I can get you a ring. I can find a jewel in the mines. Something blue...
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AND A VANITAS WINKY FACELKJdlsg
but he's also so damn cute standing there picking at his clothes. she wouldn't change it. she'll take care of him.
jeanne, with no preamble, rushes forward. takes his face into her hands. maybe she rushes forward a little too fast because they go careening into the wall with vanitas back against it. thunk. ]
I'll take you to that field of flowers, but first... breakfast...
[ not talking about blood. that other thing. ]
https://v2.dreamwidth.org/18017542/4240500
He can't help the gasp that escapes him as she pounces and shoves them both into the wall, eyes fixed on her face and cheek hot with barely concealed need. Yeah, he's got it bad, too...]
O-Okay... If you're sure...
[Dummy, read the room! At least he's quickly shedding his cloak and vest, hanging them up on the chair that got scooted along with them.]
LMFALKFJDKLG THERE HE iS!!!!!!!
is it as bad as her, though? if it is, he's much better about hiding it. not that jeanne even TRIES anymore. not after spending all that time in the inn room. ]
If you can't tell I'm sure yet - [ they have other problems. ] I'll just have to prove that I am. Again and again and again.
[ is the door even locked? WHO KNOWS. as for her clothes? they're already pooled on the floor long before he's neatly hung his up, so she's in the sheer slipdress. ]
MR. WINKWONK ;D
Which... is dangerous in itself, really. At least he's not completely stoic? Just slightly more reserved than her.]
Er, just checking... [He's still trying to make up for the stolen kiss when they met.] But okay...
[He's fairly sure it's locked? He's usually paranoid about leaving it so, unless Amelia is coming up with food or something. Finally, though, his hands find her waist and he grips her tight.]
MR LITTLE SHIT >:3c
her eyes widen but it truly only spurs her onward. his touch and how not stoic he is. her thigh bumps higher and she pins him to the wall by using her whole body. a smaller but stronger than his body.
listen. compared to jeanne, EVERYONE is more reserved. ]
Checking if I want you? [ she leans into his ear, her voice low and husky. ] What should I do to have you believe me...?
That's him! Mr. Nyahaha >:3c
Especially when he wiggles and outright moans from her rubbing him with her knee. His hands blindly roam upwards to clutch at her shoulders, about as bold as he can get when she's making him melt against the wall.]
Y-Yeah... [A faint noise escapes him, somewhere between a whimper and a whine.] Whatever you want...
mr BWAAAAH OuO
not once did it cross her mind that vanitas wasn't being manly enough. she enjoys his moans and all the noises he makes way too much to complain. to reward him (or maybe just because she wants to) she kisses at his throat. making her way down to the mark at the space between his neck and shoulder. ]
This mark isn't enough...?
[ now that she accepts it. now that she wants it to be there, to chase everyone else away. her prey. hers. her teeth scrape at it teasingly before her kiss turns a little more sweet and chaste. ]
I can tell everyone that I do. Master Luca, Lady Dominique, Master Ruthven...
CRIES YES;;;
It's those insidious self-doubts which are coloring his perception about himself, really. But at least he manages to make his pleasure known through various aroused sounds, especially once her lips find their way to his throat, where a moan slips past his lips. The mark seems to pulse with energy as its master nears, filling him with lustful urges and a growing need to touch himself.]
N..No, that's not it...
[He doesn't want her to feel that she isn't enough. Doesn't want her to be in the same position as himself. So as she kisses him, he squirms happily, hands threading through her hair while her kiss turns gentle.]
I dunno if that's a good idea... Especially Ruthven... But I do like the idea of everyone knowing I'm yours...
he so funny.... he so..... horny
there a little less care in being careful now from her. even at his mark, her mouth opens over it like a threat before she presses another kiss there.
a little more calm, she lifts her head from his throat and presses her forehead against his. the gold of her eyes is warm like honey and her hands settle at his ~waist~, squeeze at that last word.
hers. ]
That's true. Master Ruthven appears to be weary of you. [ hmm. ] I can shout it from the roofs?
[ jeanne........
well. she makes up for her ridiculousness by reaching for his trousers and kissing his cheek, right? ]
horny like a brass band
He can't help tensing in anticipation at the feel of her jaw opening, preparing him for the bite that never comes. Instead, he's graced with a kiss that leaves him whimpering almost forlornly at the lack of pain.
He finally manages to unscrunch his eyes enough to regard her with his own crystalline gaze, a shiver running through him as she holds him tighter. Firmly for a vampire, which means he isn't going anywhere.]
T-That might be a bit much... You don't want to attract too much unwanted attention.
[That works for him, as it makes all thoughts flee from his head - or at least the one on his shoulders. The other one, however... It much more attentive.]
that's a lot of hornY!!!!
so many whimpers. you'd think he was a stray dog who has been starved for physical touch and affection for years. with those blue eyes watching her so closely, maybe that isn't too far from the truth. ]
But I want the entire world to know.
[ she frowns, a little put out and pouting that she can't declare to the universe that this human is hers because it'll attract unwanted attention. most attention is unwanted. but if anybody dares to try and lay a finger on him, she'll tear them to pieces.
if he doesn't first fall to pieces in her hands. jeanne unbashedly gropes for him while nudging her forehead against his. ]
Be mine, Vanitas...
📯
Starved alley cat, maybe... Because he certainly seems keen on her touches and adoration, even if it does make him into a bashful mess.]
I just fear for you, you know... I'm not one most vampires want to associate with.
[He would have no problem with her announcing their love to the world on the whole if it weren't for that fact. So he tries to soften the blow with a hand to her cheek and kisses her softly as their foreheads touch.
At least until she fondles him and gets him making an embarrassing squeak, cheeks heating up to a rosy pink.]
I'm all yours, Jeanne...
the angles blaring their horns
to kiss him back - jeanne's frantic energy slowing and settling. if he's the stray alley cat, she's the jungle cat who is ALSO starved for touch. who rubs her forehead against his and their noses brush. ]
Most vampires want nothing to do with a bourreau. [ an Ex-bourreau thanks to master luca, but she can't forget what she's done. ]
And... this vampire wants to associate with you. Closely. Very closely. [ as close as possible with how she has him pinned to the wall, most of his clothes off and his trousers hanging open. ]
acute angles descending from heaven
Though at least he gets the kiss, soft and sweet. Quite the change from her ferocious go-getter attitude just a minute ago. But he likes both versions of her, honestly. They're both Jeanne, sweet and fierce and definite in her wants. So he smiles against her lips, eyes half closed.]
I suppose that's true... We're alike in that regard. Shunned by everyone. But that's okay, because... [They have each other. They'll have one another for as long as he lives.]
Then I guess I'll just have to let you do so, heh. I want to associate with you, too, you know. [Which should be obvious by the way he's grown hard and needy from their fooling around.]
so sharp so appealingljgkls
they might've stumbled and had a lot of friction at first, she and vanitas, but there isn't a thing she would change between them. ]
I do know. [ SINCE THE BEGINNING. now she says it with some humor laced in her voice, though. pulling back half an inch for her golden eyes to flash at him. ]
Now that I'm actually thinking about it, you... asked to marry me...
[ maybe she forgot because she was so DAZED at the time. now, she's picking up his left hand and drawing it to her mouth to kiss his ring finger. then, at the back of his hand.
then, his forearm. ]
Since we consummated our love, [ CONSUMmATED. LOVE. ] We practically are married now, so you really should just move in with me.
pointy and delicious.... hahasdklf
He's even beginning to come to terms with the concept of someone actually loving him, as unbelievable as that is.]
Ah, I did, didn't I... Even though at the time I knew you'd reject me completely. [It was a safe move since she'd never agree to something so absurd and shallow.
His blush only grows with ever move her lips make on him, working her way up towards his body. It makes him tingle pleasantly, overriding that faint, fluttery nervous feeling that's a remnant of his fears and self-loathing.]
Y-Yeah... I mean-- Maybe I ought to. I suppose living out of a hotel is kind of impractical in the long run. [And really, if this is going to become a regular thing, being closer with private quarters would help immensely.]
like a pastry
two: he is agreeing to living with her in the castle. a castle that isn't her castle, but the oriflamme's. luca's family. luca who MISLIKES vanitas for some reason.
that's thinking too far ahead. he agreed. she can smuggle him in later and nobody will be the wiser if she hides him away in her room. ]
If you asked me now... [ she leans back and her expression that of, well, not a horny vampire but a concerned friend. whom brushes some hair behind his ear. ] I-I'd say yes.
fruity filling mmm
He's not thinking about the logistics of it, however, even if he should be. Since getting her in trouble is the last thing he wants to do. But no, he's just pondering the possibility of more time together. Sexy times.]
Y-You would...? [That face on her is so... so... beautiful, really. It highlights all her best features, from the softness of her cheeks to the sparkle in her eyes. Meanwhile he sits, stunned, all but gawking at her.] I... I don't know that I'm marriage material, really...
strawberry yuummmmmmmmmm
breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. morning, noon, night, midnight.
this is probably hitting a little too close to telling him that she loves him, but she can't take her words back. if she even wanted to. she doesn't. she would.
however, her face goes a bit blank. ]
You just need to be married to be marriage material, right?
it's berry delicious! 🍓
Vanitas the all-day buffet... Mmmm...
It really is all but her saying she loves him, but that's okay because she hasn't uttered that particular word just yet. Although her cute expression and misinterpretation of what he says is adorable. And kind of on point, if baffling. It leaves him at a loss for a moment, until he (sorta) recovers.]
M..Maybe so... I've never done it before, except for faking it with you, so I don't know...
berry sweet!! 😊
distracted now, she muses. raising her hand to her mouth and a finger pressing to her lip in thought. ]
That makes the most sense to me! My mother and father were married and I don't remember her saying anything about my father being marriage material. She just wanted him, and I feel the same way. I just want you.
unberryably so!! 😊
Cute... Idly, he takes her hand and kisses the tip of that finger, before returning it to her in a sort of kiss transfer.]
Jeanne... [That... is actually really sweet, if naive?] I just don't want you being saddled with me if I turn out to be awful for you... Or causing problems with Ruthven and Luca. Although maybe they would just sit and take it if we did get married. [He smiles a bit wryly.] That would be funny.
u were rdy with these BERRY PUNS
as much as she'd love a normal kiss, that indirect one warms her face in an instant. it's worth it not to rush headlong if this is the treatment she gets. a soft, affectionate vanitas who makes her heart race like it's their first date all over again. ]
Hmmmm. Master Luca is always saying things like he doesn't like it when I'm sad... if he saw how happy I was to be married to you, I think he would accept it. Master Ruthven, too.
[ naive. sweet. pure. that's jeanne. one side of jeanne. that is to say, she's ignoring him saying he would be awful for her. there's just no way he could be in her head. ]
they came fresh from the fruity farm LOL
He can't help being a little silly now and then, with a touch of romance to go with it. That's just who he is. Mr. Flamboyant Performer. Though afterwards he hugs her 'round the waist, tugging her just that little bit closer.]
Ah, I suppose that's true. Luca would probably do anything to make you happy, and Ruthven... Well, he'd likely see it as an easy means of keeping me leashed.
[She truly is blissfully naive and sweet at times like this. And he can barely bear to break her her heart with words that might contradict her vision.]
IS THAT WHERE VANITAS IS FROM jk omg
not expecting a hug, she makes a surprised noise in her throat. it's not long after that she's putting her arms around his shoulders and just... holds him again. physical touch is a rarity. the most she gets from luca is a head pat or him holding her hand. embracing so closely? feeling the warmth of another body?
as such she's only half-listening to what he's saying, smiling to herself and nuzzling against him with a happy sigh. ]
See? It'll be just fine. I don't need a ring, either. Just knowing I'm married to you is enough. But I can get you a ring. I can find a jewel in the mines. Something blue...
HE WOULD FIT RIGHT IN LMAOOOO
A BLUEBERRY.......
https://x.com/imavivere/status/2037918738528268603 Tutti Frutti
holy shit that is accurate LOL
he blueberry 🫐
he bwuebewwy!!
bleudeberry!!! 💧
!!!!!! perfection
ehehehe
they're perfect......
they are.... i love them
my heart is all melty
melty like chocolate and bleudeberry pastries mmm
i forgot to say I AM HUNGRY NOW!!!
*gives u a cupcake* 🧁
shoves it into my face
om nom nom~
frosting all over mah faec
kisses it off >3<
kyaaaaaaaaaaaa 😚😚
chuchu baby chuchu 😚😚
i've been chuchuuu'd 👁️🫦👁️
asdfgh the face returns
it never left 😈
WEEPS
it's been waiting.... IN THE CORNERs
LURKING IN THE SHADOWS
"PSPSPSPSPS LOOK OVER HERE"
https://bleude.dreamwidth.org/file/36557.png LOL
LMFAo THE DIFFERENCE WITH THE ICON
crazy ain't it hahaha
what's crazy is i got BASKETBALL CAPTCHA
LMAOOO that's just silly
WHAT ARE THESE NEW CAPTCHAS!!! I'M OLD
HAHA... VINTAGE CAPTCHAS PLZ.......
I MISS THE MATH
NO MATH 4 U
BWEASE
WATCH THEM GIVE ME THE MATH ONES SOB
NOOOOOOOOOOO MEEeee
YOU CAN HAVE THEM I DON'T WANT EM
WE CAN TRADE U GET BASKETBALL
YAAAAY SPORTS :V
SPORTSBAWL
BETTER THAN A SPORTBRA??
NO THOSE ARE USEFUL
TRU DAT
honestly should've saved this convo for game but HHH THEy