[They're both equally stubborn at times, so it's not like Vanitas has any room to talk, but since when did that ever stop him? If anything his own determination to be right compels him to insist upon it. Noé isn't wrong, either, about staying by his side. Fiercely stubborn on that, to the point of pissing him off enough to try threatening him. Not that it had worked, but still.
He's just grateful that that stubborn nature didn't come into play with his blood. That Noé had been polite and restrained enough to not jump him for a taste, and now he has his reward. Vanitas plans on letting him indulge as much as he wants this night, special as it is, even if it leaves him a touch exhausted and drained. A shiver runs through him as he watches the vampire try and fail to clean up his mess.]
Nothing... [Smiling still, he leans in to lick that bit of blood from his nose, then, feeling feisty, he nips at the soft flesh of his nose playfully.]
[He wrinkles his nose, not expecting the other to lick it, let alone nip at it. He hasn't even registered that he hadn't quite cleaned his face as best as he could have until the other leans in. He blinks, but can't exactly pull back, given that he is lying down on the blanket and all.
He doesn't want to completely leave the other too weak, take too much, so he figures that is probably enough for now. Even if his blood was delicious, sweeter and better than he had imagined. There was just something about it. Probably because of the experiments, perhaps? He's not sure. But it was different.]
[There's that playful side that comes out on occasion, like when he enjoys teasing folks and making them squirm. At least he simply kisses his nose after, a subtle apology for the bite such as it is. Then he just buries his face against Noé's neck with a soft hum.
The nice thing is that they can allow him to feed more often from now on, a little here and there without draining him too much. If sharing this with Noé makes him happy, then he'll have one thing to thank Luna for, if nothing else. A small comfort, but one nonetheless. Reaching out for another blanket, he wraps it around them securely, figuring they can get clean in the morning.]
[He scrunches up his nose again instinctively, but seems to calm down more with the kiss. There's a soft hum of contentment as the other nestles in against him like that. As his hand strokes Vanitas's back, he absently draws random patterns on his skin with his fingertips. He's feeling lazily peaceful, lying here with Vanitas as the other pulls the blanket over them. There's a soft smile as the other says that he's warm.]
I do tend to be warmer after feeding. If you're cold, we can get to bed?
[That makes Vanitas smile; he'll have to remember to nibble on him again to see what kind of reactions he can get out of him. Once they settle down though his expression softens into something rarely seen on the human's face: peace. He shivers from Noé's touch, reveling in how nice it is to simply feel another person. Using him for a pillow, he nods, idly stroking his friend's cheek.]
I'd like to stay right here, if that's okay. I'm finally warm...
[Perhaps Luna was right: that so long as he didn't close his heart to everyone, the cold wouldn't bother him one day.]
Hm. Here is fine. I just wanted to be sure that you were warm enough.
[He wants to check in with the other, shifting just slightly to get comfortable and ensure the blanket covers them both, especially Vanitas. It's clear that the other isn't shivering because of the chill. He can tell that the other wasn't feeling cold. Not against him. But he still tries to make sure that the other is covered. He doesn't know what Luna said to Vanitas. How it might apply to him. To them.]
[Those are words than Vanitas may never end up sharing with another, and yet... that's okay. They can be the private hope that he carries around within himself, one of the many secrets of Luna's existence that gives him strength when he needs it. All Noé needs to know is how grateful he is for him, for his kindness. Hence Vanitas pressing a soft kiss over Noé's heart. It's not quite an "I love you", but it's close.]
[Because, given that he is oblivious to Vanitas's conversation with Luna, he doesn't quite get the full significance of those words. The meaning behind it. He was just glad if the other wasn't too cold. Between the blankets and the fire still going, they should be fine for now, though. He gives a small smile as the other kisses him, but he doesn't move otherwise. He's content to remain here. They could wash up in the morning when it's light, along with taking care of the blankets before heading out again.]
[Sometimes with rage, sometimes with annoyance, yet other times with the passion of a thousand suns, as he's discovering. Someday he'll reveal Luna's words to him, explain why it's so important for him to know another's warmth like this. But that's for another time. Once he can say "I love you" to Noé without wanting to flee. Today's not quite that day yet. So instead he merely smiles along with him, tucking his head up under his chin with a content sigh.]
I do? Oh....um. Y-yeah. We can wash up in the morning before we head out again.
[He says, agreeing with a small nod and smile as the other tucks his head under his chin. His arm wraps loosely more around the other's waist as he closes his eyes. Maybe it would be better to wash and get clean sooner after their intimacy, but it's late. And he's sure that feeding from him has tired Vanitas out. So the water is probably not the best idea at the moment. He doesn't take long to doze off after whispering goodnight, ending up hugging Vanitas in his sleep more than he already was.]
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He's just grateful that that stubborn nature didn't come into play with his blood. That Noé had been polite and restrained enough to not jump him for a taste, and now he has his reward. Vanitas plans on letting him indulge as much as he wants this night, special as it is, even if it leaves him a touch exhausted and drained. A shiver runs through him as he watches the vampire try and fail to clean up his mess.]
Nothing... [Smiling still, he leans in to lick that bit of blood from his nose, then, feeling feisty, he nips at the soft flesh of his nose playfully.]
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[He wrinkles his nose, not expecting the other to lick it, let alone nip at it. He hasn't even registered that he hadn't quite cleaned his face as best as he could have until the other leans in. He blinks, but can't exactly pull back, given that he is lying down on the blanket and all.
He doesn't want to completely leave the other too weak, take too much, so he figures that is probably enough for now. Even if his blood was delicious, sweeter and better than he had imagined. There was just something about it. Probably because of the experiments, perhaps? He's not sure. But it was different.]
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[There's that playful side that comes out on occasion, like when he enjoys teasing folks and making them squirm. At least he simply kisses his nose after, a subtle apology for the bite such as it is. Then he just buries his face against Noé's neck with a soft hum.
The nice thing is that they can allow him to feed more often from now on, a little here and there without draining him too much. If sharing this with Noé makes him happy, then he'll have one thing to thank Luna for, if nothing else. A small comfort, but one nonetheless. Reaching out for another blanket, he wraps it around them securely, figuring they can get clean in the morning.]
.....you're warm.
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I do tend to be warmer after feeding. If you're cold, we can get to bed?
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I'd like to stay right here, if that's okay. I'm finally warm...
[Perhaps Luna was right: that so long as he didn't close his heart to everyone, the cold wouldn't bother him one day.]
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[He wants to check in with the other, shifting just slightly to get comfortable and ensure the blanket covers them both, especially Vanitas. It's clear that the other isn't shivering because of the chill. He can tell that the other wasn't feeling cold. Not against him. But he still tries to make sure that the other is covered. He doesn't know what Luna said to Vanitas. How it might apply to him. To them.]
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[Those are words than Vanitas may never end up sharing with another, and yet... that's okay. They can be the private hope that he carries around within himself, one of the many secrets of Luna's existence that gives him strength when he needs it. All Noé needs to know is how grateful he is for him, for his kindness. Hence Vanitas pressing a soft kiss over Noé's heart. It's not quite an "I love you", but it's close.]
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[Because, given that he is oblivious to Vanitas's conversation with Luna, he doesn't quite get the full significance of those words. The meaning behind it. He was just glad if the other wasn't too cold. Between the blankets and the fire still going, they should be fine for now, though. He gives a small smile as the other kisses him, but he doesn't move otherwise. He's content to remain here. They could wash up in the morning when it's light, along with taking care of the blankets before heading out again.]
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[Sometimes with rage, sometimes with annoyance, yet other times with the passion of a thousand suns, as he's discovering. Someday he'll reveal Luna's words to him, explain why it's so important for him to know another's warmth like this. But that's for another time. Once he can say "I love you" to Noé without wanting to flee. Today's not quite that day yet. So instead he merely smiles along with him, tucking his head up under his chin with a content sigh.]
You ready to sleep?
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[He says, agreeing with a small nod and smile as the other tucks his head under his chin. His arm wraps loosely more around the other's waist as he closes his eyes. Maybe it would be better to wash and get clean sooner after their intimacy, but it's late. And he's sure that feeding from him has tired Vanitas out. So the water is probably not the best idea at the moment. He doesn't take long to doze off after whispering goodnight, ending up hugging Vanitas in his sleep more than he already was.]