[ next time on vanijeanne: jeanne keeps vanitas tied to her bed for a month and treats him like a king. or a queen. both.
as a vampire, but as one especially tuned to vanitas, she catches that spike after she mentions it. against her chest and in her ears. practically on her tongue, too, tasting the pulse of his blood in the air.
slowly, she leans back from his face with her face gone slack in shock. this isn't... how she expected it to go. from what domnique told her or from her past experiences. he's being genuine about all of it. ]
P-pink... sounds nice.
[ she fidgets with her hands, rubbing her ring finger on her left hand. as if she's imagining a little piece of jewelry there. ]
But! I-I'd be happy with anything! I've never gotten jewelry before...
https://x.com/imavivere/status/2037918738528268603 Tutti Frutti
[Her spoiled little princess, that's him, hahaha... Kept in a castle tower and loved and treasured into submission.
It's funny how just talking about these things can get his heart going a mile a minute, yet the more he does it, the less frightening a prospect it sounds. He's still terrified of course, but... he trusts Jeanne. And feels something so strongly for her - a feeling he called love. And maybe it really is.
He regards her with tender eyes, smile slowly spreading across his face despite the blush. She'd look cute with a ring, it's true. Hell, one that matches his outfit might also be nice. Even if it means being bound to someone. Because if there was anyone he'd want to be with, it's her.]
Never, huh? Well, I can be your first, then... Just like you were my first.
[While not his first vampire, certainly his first lover. It's his turn to push some hair back behind her ear, to run his hand through her hair.]
[ turns out jeanne is not the prince, but the dragon hoarding her treasure.
and looks like those get her heart stuttering, too. she could believe it. she could believe that he truly does love her like she loves him when he looks at her like that. when he touches her so gently and warmly.
a tremble travels through her and something possesses her to touch his smiling lips, tracing the curve of his smile. she stops as she gets to one corner, brow furrowing in confusion. ]
[Good thing then that Vanitas is unconventional anyways and would definitely fuck a dragon if they were hot enough hahaha....
Whether he does or is even able to love is something they'll have to see in the upcoming days. But... they can always exchange rings without getting married. He doubts that would trouble Jeanne unduly.
His lips merely curve upwards more as she follows the line of them, gently puckering to kiss her as she passes over the middle. Though her words give him pause, and he blushes again, glancing away.]
[ does 19th century paris have a Bad Dragon equivalent? GOOD DRAGON.
oh. you can bet your euros that, by tomorrow, jeanne will have a handmade ring ready for him. the second she sees him, she'll get down on one knee. heck, she's tempted to do it now without a ring in hand. feeling and watching his smile tug higher against her sensitive fingertip.
when he kisses it again.
and his blushes...
that's three for three. will it be four if she follows the spread of his blush with her thumb? one cheek, over his nose, to the other cheek. ]
He might take a little longer, because he's picky and has to go through more channels. But undoubtedly, there's a pink ring in her future, too. Just so they can be disgusting and match. He might not get down on his knees - that could be a bridge too far - but maybe he'll surprise her in bed after they've done the deed again.
He flusters all the more still as she trails her thumb across his cheeks, highlighting the warmth that's in them that's spreading further and making him look more cherry than blueberry.]
[ only a matter of time until the vampires are up to some shit. probably marquis, HONESTLY.
there will be many opportunities to surprise her after they've done the deed in his future, then. so very many. but, like him, her thoughts are reduced down to cute and adorable and all it's equivalents when vanitas is doing his cherry impressions. ]
Whaaat? Tell me.
[ she might be messing with him a bit because her smile spreads and she bumps her forehead against his. ]
[If not her, then the de Sades will figure something out, surely!
Especially if she decides to chain him up and keep him for her pretty pretty princess pet. Thankfully there's terminal cherriness that he can reach before he can cherry no further. Otherwise all the blood would be in his head. (Wrong one.)]
S-Sex.... That's all.
[Even if she's screwing with him, he doesn't mind. Her playfulness is so sweet and wonderful to see after getting to know how she thought she couldn't wish for anything of desire her own happiness. So for now, he simply casts his gaze down, nosing at her a bit.]
listen. it's a near thing, it is. after this, she might just whisk him away for awhile. they can test the limits of max cherriness. the cherry will cherry so much he will blueberry. ]
Ah. That. [ "AH. THAT" !!! ] There's a difference between first sex and first jewelry though, don't you think?
[ she laughs softly at his bashfulness when it comes to sex (with her) and at his nosing. at how endearing he truly is. if this is the real vanitas, there isn't one thing awful about him as far as she can tell. she'd be a perfectly happy wife. ]
Just so long as it's not his cherries bursting but his blueberries. Hahahahaha~]
Y-Yeah. That. [He regards her with a bewildered stare, then can't help laughing lightly.] Yeah, there is. Not sure which is more intimate, though.
[It's true that he can be sweet and kind, but it's also true he's a manipulative bastard. He doesn't think anyone should get involved with him for that reason alone, not to mention all his other issues. Still, he'll take what he can get by bumping foreheads with her, sighing happily.]
butterflies flit in her stomach. it isn't until very recently that she's been able to fully enjoy his laughter. to let it surround her and fill her heart. to let it pull a smile from her when she hears a sigh that rings like he's shedding his troubles and doubts. ]
Huh? It's sex, isn't it? I mean... you're inside me. And moving... [ her eyes take on a faraway look, remembering it. ] There's nothing closer than that, is there?
[ it says a lot that vanitas considers sharing rings just as intimate as sex. not only that, can you truly manipulate someone who is already more than eager to do what you want anyway? ]
But aaaaaaaaahhhhhh there she goes actually describing them having sex!!! It's so embarrassing and hot, he can't help but fluster and flail and bury his face in his hands, muttering gibberish to himself before finally peeking out at her from between his fingers.]
W-Well, yeah, that's true. Guess when you put it that way, it's no contest. [He's also remembering it, and unfortunately getting a similar reaction to it, making him shift his legs in the vain hope of some satisfaction.] B-But still... there's something about exchanging rings... about getting m..m-married, that's more permanent than just sex.
[You probably can't manipulate someone who's that keen, it's true, but that won't stop him from thinking he's a miserable sack of shit anyway.]
there is so much flailing and flustering coming from him that she has to lean back, bewildered. it quickly thaws into adoration as it surges in her chest. no, how could she ever feel anything but love and affection for this silly human now?
she's smiling when he finds the courage to peek at her again, blithe and free. just a touch of heat to her cheeks from describing it. reminiscing about it and desire claws at her like a hungry beast. more convincing than her curse. ]
Sex is also permanent for me, Vanitas. I can't imagine someone else being inside me, making me feel the way you made me felt. The idea of someone else doing it disgusts me.
Silly human indeed. Behind all that bluster and posing is a vulnerable and sad little man, one who thinks himself unlovable and irredeemable. Hence it's little wonder that he reacts with shock and sometimes horror when shown love and affection.
The way she keeps saying inside her earns a squeak from him, followed by a soft, needy moan as he sinks against the wall, hands dragging down his face. Does she even realize what she does to him? Is she doing it on purpose just to tease him? ...no, probably not. She's so sweetly naive.]
Jeanne... You haven't had the chance to meet a lot of potential lovers, though. You might find someone better than me. Someone more... worthy.
you've done it now, vanitas. when both hands slam beside his head, they cause some small cracks to spiderweb out from the point of contact. all on accident. stupid brute strength.
if dominique calls her captivating and jeanne responds with calling her babel-class captivating, how do you think she's going to respond to vanitas saying she'll find someone better than him? like this, ]
Better? Worthy? What are those? They don't matter. I don't care. You make me happy! The happiest I've ever been. I feel like myself again. You're the reason I'm trying to love at all. You loved me first.
[ deep. breaths. then, she huffs and crosses her arms. ]
That's enough to get him jumping and staring at her in bewilderment and shock, even though by now he really ought to be used to her vehement reactions to his self-deprecation. Yet somehow it still always takes him by surprise that she's so passionate about extolling his virtues.]
What you deserve...?
[It honestly seems so obvious to him, like she should be able to see what a worthless being he is, and how she could do so much better with some nice vampire gentleman who's kind and selfless and thoughtful. Everything he's not.
When she says that she feels like herself again, he wilts somewhat, giving in to her insistence. Faintly, he smiles, laughing at her huffiness.]
My fault, huh? I guess that means I need to take responsibility for it...
only when he laughs, a bit breathless sounding, does she finally glance at him from the corner of her eye. the tight fold of her arms loosening like the downturn of her frown eases. ]
You do.
[ how quickly he caves is unexpected but not unwelcome. but she's trying not to give in so quickly, herself. to not cozy up to him again like they were before. ]
I would've have continued to live on, believing I didn't deserve love... if it weren't for you.
[ nope. she's already caving, fidgeting in place and shuffling just a centimeter closer. ]
Again, he can't help reaching out to comb his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face. She's so pretty when she's pouty, but her smile is always even more radiant.]
Well, we couldn't have that, now could we? You're worthy of that and so much more, Jeanne.
[It's only because it's her that he folds so quickly; he can't bear to see her upset. It hurts whatever little, bitter, shriveled up piece of his heart remains.]
I said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you, and I'll make all your dreams come true.
[Even if it means challenging his own beliefs and self-perceptions. So he welcomes her back with open arms, tugging her close to brush his lips over hers.]
that feels so nice. if she were actually some sort of jungle cat, she would be purring and nudging at his hand for more. they'll have to settle for jeanne's eyes closing in contentment and leaning into it with a soft smile tugging at her mouth. gone is pouting jeanne.
they talked about this in the little town before the beach and her belief in it remains the same. if vanitas thinks she - a murderer and a monster - is worthy of it, she's inclined to believe vanitas is even more worthy.
more than that, it's always his "I love you"s that make her stumble the most. that fill her face with surprise before a blush is quick to follow. it's not fair that he can say it and she can't without scaring him off. maybe she can get around it. what's similar...?
it's said against his mouth, with her body leaned into his, when she finds it: ]
[Cute as pouting Jeanne is, he's much more pleased to see happy Jeanne back in full force. She deserves this, even if she doesn't deserve to be saddled with him. But that's apparently only his opinion, so he'll just have to reconcile his own thoughts and feelings with hers.
This time, though, he won't protest his own worth. Because he knows she would only get enraged and upset.
He blinks a bit at her admission, but finally smiles, eyes warm and clearly touched by her consideration of his feelings, dumb as his hangups are. His hand rubs up her spine, hoping to be soothing.]
That's... actually really nice to hear.
[It doesn't frighten him so much, doesn't make his skin crawl and him want to panic out of horror. Adoration is something different. Even if he knows she loves him, too. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the deed together.]
[ such a reaction is the best case scenario!? anything besides him being horrified and running off. or giving her that look of contempt and disgust as he did when she was only faking being in love with him.
it's "nice to hear." might be the best response, actually.
after this, she'll have to find a book with every word that is as close to "love" as she can get. right now, she can only think of a few. the soothing motion of his hand is reassuring, yet jeanne she presses on in the hopes of truly expressing herself. ]
I cherish you. Um. Um. You're dear to me.
[ anything to keep that warm, darling, practically content expression on his face. anything so he can know, without a doubt, that she holds very special feelings for him. as if he didn't already know from what they've done. or the things she's already said. vanitas isn't stupid. he can read between the lines.
[He's growing and changing, little by little, bit by bit. While he may not yet really believe he's worth her love or anything, at least he's accepting her words of affection. That's progress, however slight.
He blinks a bit at her insistence on conveying her feelings in even more words, but finds it simply charming rather that off-putting. Maybe he's just been conditioned to loathe the word "love" due to the heavy connotations and associations that come with it.]
Jeanne... Do you... just want to say it?
[He knows she's tap dancing around it, out of respect for him. But if saying that would make her happy, then maybe... just maybe he can handle it. For her sake. So he leans in, eyes fixed on her and lips closing in to brush lightly over hers, teasing the promise of something more.]
[ that is better than nothing. better than vanitas saying that the reason he loves her is because she'll never love him in return. the bar was on the ground. ]
...
[ YES, SHE WANTS TO. more than that however, she doesn't want to ruin this!! she doesn't want him to stop kissing her because she said "I love you" with all of her heart and soul. those blue eyes are so close to her undoing, so she closes hers tight. ]
N-no. I-I don't know what you're talking about. [ bad liar. it's said with some strain until his kiss makes the tension bleed out of her. then, she's the one doing the happy sighing into his mouth. ]
[Hell, he dug low to place the bar, honestly. But now it's being raised, inch by inch, to a more acceptable level.
At her refusal to admit as much, his brows raise, eyes widening slightly. He would've thought she'd take any opportunity to say those three little words, given how affectionate she's being. Does she not want to...? Is that not what she feels...? It's baffling to say the least.
But at the same time, he doesn't want to pressure her into saying something she might regret, so instead he merely hums softly, eyes drifting downwards as he leans in a little more.]
Alright then... If you say so. [So he'll just focus on kissing her sweetly for the time being. Maybe that will get her to feel comfortable enough to be honest with not only him, but herself as well.]
[ normally, yes. she'd say those three little words without any hesitation. it's obvious to the deaf and the blind that jeanne is madly in love with him.
it's something else entirely. that something else being her fear he'll pull away from her once he figures out the truth. just like she was told. dominique warned her if vanitas ever found out about her feelings, it wouldn't end well. a man like that is twisted and hopeless.
the only way she'd regret saying she loved him is if vanitas hated her for it.
since her eyes are closed, the only way she realizes he's getting closer is the louder beat of his pulse. the proximity of his hum and the warmth of his breath on her lips, moments before he kisses her.
... or she would regret not telling him at all. he's so understanding, so gentle, and it drives her crazy. it'd be easier not to tell him if he was demanding and rough, but he hasn't been in a long time. like he is making up for their first meeting. ]
I-I do. I-I say so. Nothing else. [ said against his mouth. between each kiss. every word revealing that her resolve is falling apart, piece by piece. ] Just that... I adore you, so much...
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A BLUEBERRY.......
as a vampire, but as one especially tuned to vanitas, she catches that spike after she mentions it. against her chest and in her ears. practically on her tongue, too, tasting the pulse of his blood in the air.
slowly, she leans back from his face with her face gone slack in shock. this isn't... how she expected it to go. from what domnique told her or from her past experiences. he's being genuine about all of it. ]
P-pink... sounds nice.
[ she fidgets with her hands, rubbing her ring finger on her left hand. as if she's imagining a little piece of jewelry there. ]
But! I-I'd be happy with anything! I've never gotten jewelry before...
https://x.com/imavivere/status/2037918738528268603 Tutti Frutti
It's funny how just talking about these things can get his heart going a mile a minute, yet the more he does it, the less frightening a prospect it sounds. He's still terrified of course, but... he trusts Jeanne. And feels something so strongly for her - a feeling he called love. And maybe it really is.
He regards her with tender eyes, smile slowly spreading across his face despite the blush. She'd look cute with a ring, it's true. Hell, one that matches his outfit might also be nice. Even if it means being bound to someone. Because if there was anyone he'd want to be with, it's her.]
Never, huh? Well, I can be your first, then... Just like you were my first.
[While not his first vampire, certainly his first lover. It's his turn to push some hair back behind her ear, to run his hand through her hair.]
holy shit that is accurate LOL
and looks like those get her heart stuttering, too. she could believe it. she could believe that he truly does love her like she loves him when he looks at her like that. when he touches her so gently and warmly.
a tremble travels through her and something possesses her to touch his smiling lips, tracing the curve of his smile. she stops as she gets to one corner, brow furrowing in confusion. ]
Eh-? I didn't give you jewelry. Not yet...
he blueberry 🫐
Whether he does or is even able to love is something they'll have to see in the upcoming days. But... they can always exchange rings without getting married. He doubts that would trouble Jeanne unduly.
His lips merely curve upwards more as she follows the line of them, gently puckering to kiss her as she passes over the middle. Though her words give him pause, and he blushes again, glancing away.]
N-Not what I mean...
he bwuebewwy!!
GOOD DRAGON.oh. you can bet your euros that, by tomorrow, jeanne will have a handmade ring ready for him. the second she sees him, she'll get down on one knee. heck, she's tempted to do it now without a ring in hand. feeling and watching his smile tug higher against her sensitive fingertip.
when he kisses it again.
and his blushes...
that's three for three. will it be four if she follows the spread of his blush with her thumb? one cheek, over his nose, to the other cheek. ]
What did you mean?
bleudeberry!!! 💧
LMAOOOOHe might take a little longer, because he's picky and has to go through more channels. But undoubtedly, there's a pink ring in her future, too. Just so they can be disgusting and match. He might not get down on his knees - that could be a bridge too far - but maybe he'll surprise her in bed after they've done the deed again.
He flusters all the more still as she trails her thumb across his cheeks, highlighting the warmth that's in them that's spreading further and making him look more cherry than blueberry.]
N-Nothing. Never mind. It's fine.
!!!!!! perfection
there will be many opportunities to surprise her after they've done the deed in his future, then. so very many. but, like him, her thoughts are reduced down to cute and adorable and all it's equivalents when vanitas is doing his cherry impressions. ]
Whaaat? Tell me.
[ she might be messing with him a bit because her smile spreads and she bumps her forehead against his. ]
ehehehe
Especially if she decides to chain him up and keep him for her pretty pretty princess pet. Thankfully there's terminal cherriness that he can reach before he can cherry no further. Otherwise all the blood would be in his head. (Wrong one.)]
S-Sex.... That's all.
[Even if she's screwing with him, he doesn't mind. Her playfulness is so sweet and wonderful to see after getting to know how she thought she couldn't wish for anything of desire her own happiness. So for now, he simply casts his gaze down, nosing at her a bit.]
they're perfect......
listen. it's a near thing, it is. after this, she might just whisk him away for awhile. they can test the limits of max cherriness. the cherry will cherry so much he will blueberry. ]
Ah. That. [ "AH. THAT" !!! ] There's a difference between first sex and first jewelry though, don't you think?
[ she laughs softly at his bashfulness when it comes to sex (with her) and at his nosing. at how endearing he truly is. if this is the real vanitas, there isn't one thing awful about him as far as she can tell. she'd be a perfectly happy wife. ]
they are.... i love them
Just so long as it's not his cherries bursting but his blueberries. Hahahahaha~]
Y-Yeah. That. [He regards her with a bewildered stare, then can't help laughing lightly.] Yeah, there is. Not sure which is more intimate, though.
[It's true that he can be sweet and kind, but it's also true he's a manipulative bastard. He doesn't think anyone should get involved with him for that reason alone, not to mention all his other issues. Still, he'll take what he can get by bumping foreheads with her, sighing happily.]
my heart is all melty
butterflies flit in her stomach. it isn't until very recently that she's been able to fully enjoy his laughter. to let it surround her and fill her heart. to let it pull a smile from her when she hears a sigh that rings like he's shedding his troubles and doubts. ]
Huh? It's sex, isn't it? I mean... you're inside me. And moving... [ her eyes take on a faraway look, remembering it. ] There's nothing closer than that, is there?
[ it says a lot that vanitas considers sharing rings just as intimate as sex. not only that, can you truly manipulate someone who is already more than eager to do what you want anyway? ]
melty like chocolate and bleudeberry pastries mmm
But aaaaaaaaahhhhhh there she goes actually describing them having sex!!! It's so embarrassing
and hot, he can't help but fluster and flail and bury his face in his hands, muttering gibberish to himself before finally peeking out at her from between his fingers.]W-Well, yeah, that's true. Guess when you put it that way, it's no contest. [He's also remembering it, and unfortunately getting a similar reaction to it, making him shift his legs in the vain hope of some satisfaction.] B-But still... there's something about exchanging rings... about getting m..m-married, that's more permanent than just sex.
[You probably can't manipulate someone who's that keen, it's true, but that won't stop him from thinking he's a miserable sack of shit anyway.]
i forgot to say I AM HUNGRY NOW!!!
there is so much flailing and flustering coming from him that she has to lean back, bewildered. it quickly thaws into adoration as it surges in her chest. no, how could she ever feel anything but love and affection for this silly human now?
she's smiling when he finds the courage to peek at her again, blithe and free. just a touch of heat to her cheeks from describing it. reminiscing about it and desire claws at her like a hungry beast. more convincing than her curse. ]
Sex is also permanent for me, Vanitas. I can't imagine someone else being inside me, making me feel the way you made me felt. The idea of someone else doing it disgusts me.
[ LOYAL. ]
*gives u a cupcake* 🧁
Silly human indeed. Behind all that bluster and posing is a vulnerable and sad little man, one who thinks himself unlovable and irredeemable. Hence it's little wonder that he reacts with shock and sometimes horror when shown love and affection.
The way she keeps saying inside her earns a squeak from him, followed by a soft, needy moan as he sinks against the wall, hands dragging down his face. Does she even realize what she does to him? Is she doing it on purpose just to tease him? ...no, probably not. She's so sweetly naive.]
Jeanne... You haven't had the chance to meet a lot of potential lovers, though. You might find someone better than me. Someone more... worthy.
[Meanwhile, over here, PATHETIC.]
shoves it into my face
you've done it now, vanitas. when both hands slam beside his head, they cause some small cracks to spiderweb out from the point of contact. all on accident. stupid brute strength.
if dominique calls her captivating and jeanne responds with calling her babel-class captivating, how do you think she's going to respond to vanitas saying she'll find someone better than him? like this, ]
Better? Worthy? What are those? They don't matter. I don't care. You make me happy! The happiest I've ever been. I feel like myself again. You're the reason I'm trying to love at all. You loved me first.
[ deep. breaths. then, she huffs and crosses her arms. ]
Honestly, it's your fault I'm like this.
om nom nom~
That's enough to get him jumping and staring at her in bewilderment and shock, even though by now he really ought to be used to her vehement reactions to his self-deprecation. Yet somehow it still always takes him by surprise that she's so passionate about extolling his virtues.]
What you deserve...?
[It honestly seems so obvious to him, like she should be able to see what a worthless being he is, and how she could do so much better with some nice vampire gentleman who's kind and selfless and thoughtful. Everything he's not.
When she says that she feels like herself again, he wilts somewhat, giving in to her insistence. Faintly, he smiles, laughing at her huffiness.]
My fault, huh? I guess that means I need to take responsibility for it...
frosting all over mah faec
only when he laughs, a bit breathless sounding, does she finally glance at him from the corner of her eye. the tight fold of her arms loosening like the downturn of her frown eases. ]
You do.
[ how quickly he caves is unexpected but not unwelcome. but she's trying not to give in so quickly, herself. to not cozy up to him again like they were before. ]
I would've have continued to live on, believing I didn't deserve love... if it weren't for you.
[ nope. she's already caving, fidgeting in place and shuffling just a centimeter closer. ]
kisses it off >3<
Again, he can't help reaching out to comb his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face. She's so pretty when she's pouty, but her smile is always even more radiant.]
Well, we couldn't have that, now could we? You're worthy of that and so much more, Jeanne.
[It's only because it's her that he folds so quickly; he can't bear to see her upset. It hurts whatever little, bitter, shriveled up piece of his heart remains.]
I said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you, and I'll make all your dreams come true.
[Even if it means challenging his own beliefs and self-perceptions. So he welcomes her back with open arms, tugging her close to brush his lips over hers.]
kyaaaaaaaaaaaa 😚😚
that feels so nice. if she were actually some sort of jungle cat, she would be purring and nudging at his hand for more. they'll have to settle for jeanne's eyes closing in contentment and leaning into it with a soft smile tugging at her mouth. gone is pouting jeanne.
they talked about this in the little town before the beach and her belief in it remains the same. if vanitas thinks she - a murderer and a monster - is worthy of it, she's inclined to believe vanitas is even more worthy.
more than that, it's always his "I love you"s that make her stumble the most. that fill her face with surprise before a blush is quick to follow. it's not fair that he can say it and she can't without scaring him off. maybe she can get around it. what's similar...?
it's said against his mouth, with her body leaned into his, when she finds it: ]
I... adore you.
chuchu baby chuchu 😚😚
This time, though, he won't protest his own worth. Because he knows she would only get enraged and upset.
He blinks a bit at her admission, but finally smiles, eyes warm and clearly touched by her consideration of his feelings, dumb as his hangups are. His hand rubs up her spine, hoping to be soothing.]
That's... actually really nice to hear.
[It doesn't frighten him so much, doesn't make his skin crawl and him want to panic out of horror. Adoration is something different. Even if he knows she loves him, too. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the deed together.]
i've been chuchuuu'd 👁️🫦👁️
it's "nice to hear." might be the best response, actually.
after this, she'll have to find a book with every word that is as close to "love" as she can get. right now, she can only think of a few. the soothing motion of his hand is reassuring, yet jeanne she presses on in the hopes of truly expressing herself. ]
I cherish you. Um. Um. You're dear to me.
[ anything to keep that warm, darling, practically content expression on his face. anything so he can know, without a doubt, that she holds very special feelings for him. as if he didn't already know from what they've done. or the things she's already said. vanitas isn't stupid. he can read between the lines.
the problem lay in believing it. ]
asdfgh the face returns
He blinks a bit at her insistence on conveying her feelings in even more words, but finds it simply charming rather that off-putting. Maybe he's just been conditioned to loathe the word "love" due to the heavy connotations and associations that come with it.]
Jeanne... Do you... just want to say it?
[He knows she's tap dancing around it, out of respect for him. But if saying that would make her happy, then maybe... just maybe he can handle it. For her sake. So he leans in, eyes fixed on her and lips closing in to brush lightly over hers, teasing the promise of something more.]
it never left 😈
...
[ YES, SHE WANTS TO. more than that however, she doesn't want to ruin this!! she doesn't want him to stop kissing her because she said "I love you" with all of her heart and soul. those blue eyes are so close to her undoing, so she closes hers tight. ]
N-no. I-I don't know what you're talking about. [ bad liar. it's said with some strain until his kiss makes the tension bleed out of her. then, she's the one doing the happy sighing into his mouth. ]
WEEPS
At her refusal to admit as much, his brows raise, eyes widening slightly. He would've thought she'd take any opportunity to say those three little words, given how affectionate she's being. Does she not want to...? Is that not what she feels...? It's baffling to say the least.
But at the same time, he doesn't want to pressure her into saying something she might regret, so instead he merely hums softly, eyes drifting downwards as he leans in a little more.]
Alright then... If you say so. [So he'll just focus on kissing her sweetly for the time being. Maybe that will get her to feel comfortable enough to be honest with not only him, but herself as well.]
it's been waiting.... IN THE CORNERs
it's something else entirely. that something else being her fear he'll pull away from her once he figures out the truth. just like she was told. dominique warned her if vanitas ever found out about her feelings, it wouldn't end well. a man like that is twisted and hopeless.
the only way she'd regret saying she loved him is if vanitas hated her for it.
since her eyes are closed, the only way she realizes he's getting closer is the louder beat of his pulse. the proximity of his hum and the warmth of his breath on her lips, moments before he kisses her.
... or she would regret not telling him at all. he's so understanding, so gentle, and it drives her crazy. it'd be easier not to tell him if he was demanding and rough, but he hasn't been in a long time. like he is making up for their first meeting. ]
I-I do. I-I say so. Nothing else. [ said against his mouth. between each kiss. every word revealing that her resolve is falling apart, piece by piece. ] Just that... I adore you, so much...
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