[ to trick her? to do what? to drink his blood? she doesn't get it. she would've done that anyway.
and does it matter? she's happy and she hopes that vanitas is, too. she's so happy to be in love. to have these beautiful, warm feelings for another person. that simply rubbing their noses together puts her on cloud nine. back into babel.
a small, gentle smile tugs at her lips and she exhales a slow breath but it slowly fades as his words sink in. vanitas would want to die too if he ever became less of himself. ]
Is it... what you hide beneath your glove? You didn't want me to take it off.
[Trying to fool her into hating him, actually, but yeah. Backfired spectacularly, didn't it?
But... in the end it worked out. They grew closer, and he started falling for her for real, too. Now they're both hopeless idiots in love. He doesn't know how to handle it, honestly - he's doing a pretty miserable job in his own eyes - but... he doesn't hate it anymore. It's... nice, actually, feeling loved and loving someone in return.
At her question, he looks away, suddenly becoming distant. He can't help clutching at his arm, flinching a bit as it seems to throb almost. But finally he nods slightly.]
...it'll take over me one day. I won't be myself anymore. I want someone to kill me before that happens.
[ backfired into a explosion in the other direction.
and now? that's what he meant by understanding more than she realized. while he's looking away, clutching at his arm, spiralling into what his grim future holds, she wraps her arms tight around him. holding him like he did with her while she cried fearful and miserable tears on his chest.
she would offer to kill him but, unlike him, she's not sure if she could do it. she couldn't do it with chloé. instead, she makes a promise to herself.
for as long as he's alive, she'll love him with her whole being. she'll make sure that he'll never feel alone.
a darker thought passes through her mind, too. she hopes he kills her before she has to watch vanitas die. ]
He jolts at the feel of her arms around him, almost wanting to fight her off, but then the warmth of her her embrace comes through, and he realizes just how good it feels to be held in such a way again. Like he hasn't since he killed Luna. It leaves him trembling both from nerves and enjoyment.
He doesn't expect her to fulfill that request for him, doesn't want to place that burden on her. Not when she's already had to carry the weight of so many lives with her.
He would just be happy to see her smiling face before he dies, honestly. That would help bring him some measure of peace.]
[ jeanne mutters his name into his shoulder and closes her eyes. it would be hard but, yes, she could entrust that heavy burden with him. just as she confided vanitas' safety while she saved lady dominique.
what worries her is if noé has killed anybody at all. he would be weighted with the guilt of killing someone he treausured. like she did for chloé for so long.
if she's unfortunate enough (and she just might be) to be around when vanitas dies, then... she holds him to her closer, burying how close she is to tears into his neck. ]
[It's a concern they both have, not only for Noé, but for Vanitas himself. If Noé can't manage it, then it might fall to Jeanne, and she may be unable to bring herself to do the job of ending his life. What then? Will he become a mindless monster? Or a malnomen himself like Queen Faustina?
It's a fate he doesn't want to think about, becoming something that would hurt others to such a degree. He has to believe that between his two dear friends, they could get the job done.
He sighs in relief at her words, hugging her back and nuzzling against the crook of her neck.]
...thank you.
honestly should've saved this convo for game but HHH THEy
[ if it ends up being her, she will just have to tell herself (over and over and over and over) it's what vanitas wants. even if it's not what she wants. unlike with chloé, she won't hesitate. she won't make the same mistakes. she won't let vanitas become the monster.
just as he wouldn't allow it of her.
it's his gratitude that makes the tears spill over and her bottom lip to quiver. for her to hold him to near painful levels, sorry. squeeeeeeeze.
she lets go soon enough, reaching up to wipe at her face. what depressing talk when they were on the course to have sex. ]
... Huh? Where is Noé? [ ... ] I-I-I didn't even check to make sure he wasn't in the room before I - I - ! AUGH.
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[ to trick her? to do what? to drink his blood? she doesn't get it. she would've done that anyway.
and does it matter? she's happy and she hopes that vanitas is, too. she's so happy to be in love. to have these beautiful, warm feelings for another person. that simply rubbing their noses together puts her on cloud nine. back into babel.
a small, gentle smile tugs at her lips and she exhales a slow breath but it slowly fades as his words sink in. vanitas would want to die too if he ever became less of himself. ]
Is it... what you hide beneath your glove? You didn't want me to take it off.
YAAAAY SPORTS :V
But... in the end it worked out. They grew closer, and he started falling for her for real, too. Now they're both hopeless idiots in love. He doesn't know how to handle it, honestly - he's doing a pretty miserable job in his own eyes - but... he doesn't hate it anymore. It's... nice, actually, feeling loved and loving someone in return.
At her question, he looks away, suddenly becoming distant. He can't help clutching at his arm, flinching a bit as it seems to throb almost. But finally he nods slightly.]
...it'll take over me one day. I won't be myself anymore. I want someone to kill me before that happens.
SPORTSBAWL
and now? that's what he meant by understanding more than she realized. while he's looking away, clutching at his arm, spiralling into what his grim future holds, she wraps her arms tight around him. holding him like he did with her while she cried fearful and miserable tears on his chest.
she would offer to kill him but, unlike him, she's not sure if she could do it. she couldn't do it with chloé. instead, she makes a promise to herself.
for as long as he's alive, she'll love him with her whole being. she'll make sure that he'll never feel alone.
a darker thought passes through her mind, too. she hopes he kills her before she has to watch vanitas die. ]
Who do you think will do it...?
BETTER THAN A SPORTBRA??
He jolts at the feel of her arms around him, almost wanting to fight her off, but then the warmth of her her embrace comes through, and he realizes just how good it feels to be held in such a way again. Like he hasn't since he killed Luna. It leaves him trembling both from nerves and enjoyment.
He doesn't expect her to fulfill that request for him, doesn't want to place that burden on her. Not when she's already had to carry the weight of so many lives with her.
He would just be happy to see her smiling face before he dies, honestly. That would help bring him some measure of peace.]
...probably Noé, if I'm lucky.
NO THOSE ARE USEFUL
[ jeanne mutters his name into his shoulder and closes her eyes. it would be hard but, yes, she could entrust that heavy burden with him. just as she confided vanitas' safety while she saved lady dominique.
what worries her is if noé has killed anybody at all. he would be weighted with the guilt of killing someone he treausured. like she did for chloé for so long.
if she's unfortunate enough (and she just might be) to be around when vanitas dies, then... she holds him to her closer, burying how close she is to tears into his neck. ]
I'll make sure it's him, Vanitas.
TRU DAT
[It's a concern they both have, not only for Noé, but for Vanitas himself. If Noé can't manage it, then it might fall to Jeanne, and she may be unable to bring herself to do the job of ending his life. What then? Will he become a mindless monster? Or a malnomen himself like Queen Faustina?
It's a fate he doesn't want to think about, becoming something that would hurt others to such a degree. He has to believe that between his two dear friends, they could get the job done.
He sighs in relief at her words, hugging her back and nuzzling against the crook of her neck.]
...thank you.
honestly should've saved this convo for game but HHH THEy
just as he wouldn't allow it of her.
it's his gratitude that makes the tears spill over and her bottom lip to quiver. for her to hold him to near painful levels, sorry. squeeeeeeeze.
she lets go soon enough, reaching up to wipe at her face. what depressing talk when they were on the course to have sex. ]
... Huh? Where is Noé? [ ... ] I-I-I didn't even check to make sure he wasn't in the room before I - I - ! AUGH.