- AU where Vanitas is a pawn in the vampire and humans' political shenanigans and gets betrothed to one of them as a bargaining chip.
[In the guest wing at the de Sade estate stands one very unhappy human. Locked in the fancy rooms without any sort of weapon or means of escape, Vanitas stares out over the garden, frowning. It's beautiful to be sure, but a gilded cage is a prison all the same, and he a captive. Because of his unique status as something not fully human yet not a vampire, he was captured and forced into being humanity's "representative" - which was just a fancy name for political bargaining chip, he muses.
Scowling, he paces back and forth before the expansive window, briefly wondering if throwing himself at it might not break it enough for him to escape... Yet he knows that the guards below are waiting for him to try something. Even if he busts through and makes it below without injuring himself too badly, he'll likely still be caught before he can make it far.
Damn vampires...
So he heaves another sigh - the dozenth in half an hour, how disgraceful - and moves to sit on the edge of the four-poster bed. He's to be betrothed to the Comte de Saint Germain's student, that much he knows. Yet they hadn't even deigned to tell him the name of who he was promised to, not that it would make a lick of difference to him. A vampire is a damn vampire!
Thus when he hears the door being unlocked, he hurries to hide behind it, lying in wait to see who it is that's come for him. He may lack the strength necessary to subdue one of them, but he could still threaten to snap their neck. He has skill enough for that...]
[He doesn't particularly understand the details of what was going on. Just that he was supposed to help the human's representative? And something about marriage? It isn't like he was actually paying all that much attention. Mostly because he figured it was probably to do with Domi and her status more than himself.
He pauses at the door, wondering how this might go. But his grandparents, who had taken him in, weren't that bad. So he shouldn't just assume that all humans were awful, right? He takes a deep breath, fidgeting and attempting to ensure his clothes are presentable. Dominique had chosen the outfit, of course. He hopes it looks alright. He steels himself, pursing his lips briefly before he opens the door, hesitant as he peers inside. He doesn't immediately see anyone, though? He glances around the room, confused as Murr enters, curious.]
[That's one thing Vanitas hadn't been counting on: a cat. He remains motionless behind the door as Murr parades in first, heralding his owner's arrival right after. Just as the cat spots him, Vanitas springs forward, arm going around the taller man's neck to hook him in the crook of his elbow. Using his weight, he pulls Noé down backwards a bit, digging a knee into his back to help off balance him as he puts the squeeze on his captive. His voice is low and, he hopes, threatening as he whispers in one ear. Meanwhile, Murr has decided to hiss at the goings on.]
Don't move, you, or I'll snap your neck. Don't call for help, either.
[If Noé was hoping for friendly like his grandparents, he's in for one hell of a disappointment.]
[He had been about to tell the cat to wait, unsure if the human might be allergic or something. It was an issue with some people, right? He doesn't get the chance to, however, as Vanitas grabs him. There's a quiet noise of surprise, but he otherwise doesn't immediately call out for anyone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the immediate vicinity. When Vanitas digs a knee into his back and he lowers, his foot knocks the door shut again. Which is probably for the better, if Vanitas didn't want this to be found out so quickly.
He knows he probably could easily deal with this mortal. But he's also aware that he probably shouldn't try anything, lest he hurt Vanitas. Humans were far more fragile, after all. So he remains still once he's kneeling with Vanitas's arm around his neck.]
This isn't exactly the greeting I was expecting...
[As if that needed to be said. But then, he'd always been rather idealistic. Naive and hopeful in his interactions with others. So it's hardly a surprise that he's likely rather unlike what Vanitas might have expected. Murr might get frustrated and exasperated at his idiot owner, but that doesn't mean he approves of this either. He bristles, hissing at Vanitas.]
[If anything, Vanitas would say he's allergic to vampires and their ilk. But for now he merely huffs quietly, happy the door closed so no random passerby might cop onto what he's doing. It should be some time before anyone else comes, so he's got a while to figure out what it is he wants to do. Although now that he's got the vampire on his knees and in a chokehold, he finds himself at something of a loss. The bastard is far taller than he anticipated, which means that trying to threaten him why walking might not work. Dammit...
Clicking his tongue, he gives a faint squeeze to show he's serious, then glares at Murr for hissing up a storm. Yet another problem he's not sure how to deal with.]
Oh? And just what were you expecting, hmm? Some docile little human to be your pet?! Well, I'll have you know I'm no one's plaything--! Not yours or the humans or any other vampires--!
[Though he is a touched surprised this guy is just rolling with it... Is he actually worried though, or is he screwing with him? It's damn impossible to tell.]
- AU where Vanitas remains a Chasseur and hunts vampires.
[Another autumn night in Paris, another report of a vampire on the loose. This one powerful enough to thwart an entire group of trainee Chasseurs. Hence why Vanitas was called in. Although not a Paladin, he's risen in the ranks to become one of their top junior officers, allowed to act freely on his own without the burden of being Vice-Captain. Though he finds it interesting that despite the apparent trouble the others have been having with this latest target, none have been killed or even seriously harmed. Almost like the vampire is a pacifist. Laughable.
A cool wind blows through his bangs and ponytail, whipping them around as he stalks towards the last known whereabouts of his prey. It's enough to make him scowl, shivering and cursing the weather under his breath. He's itching for a fight to warm up if nothing else. That's why he feels a thrill when he spots an unusual person in the alleyway: light-haired with piercing eyes and the kind of stance that indicates they're used to fighting.
Drawing his knives, he quietly approaches, only the echoing taps of his footsteps for noise in the night. Some distance away he stops, head canted to one side as he sizes up his opponent before speaking.]
So... Are you the troublemaker that's been roughing up my fellows, hmm, vampire?
I wouldn't need to if they'd just leave me alone! And I have a name....!
[He hadn't intended on attracting this much attention. But the Chasseaurs seem rather persistent. There had been no intention of ending up fighting with them when he had left to head out in the evening. But it seemed they just kept finding him. Somehow. Just when he thought he had dealt with the last one that had come after him, Vanitas shows up. He turns, glancing at the latest of the Chasseurs to try and kill him, his eyes wide, tensing as he sees the knives as he turns when he hears the footsteps.
Evidently, it was too much to hope that he could be done with the Chasseurs for one evening. He steps back, swallowing as he raises his gloved hands.]
Do you now... I suppose politeness should have me asking for it. ...so I can carve it on the plaque beneath your skull once I take it!
[It's then that he lunges forward, swiftly closing the distance between them in order to take a swipe at the vampire's throat with his knife. Fully expecting him to dodge that one, he cuts cross-wise the other way with his second weapon, aiming lower, more towards the gut. All the while his feet tread lightly across the cobblestones, like an elegant if deadly dance. Laughing with unbridled glee in the thrill of the fight, Vanitas' eyes shine in the dark, brimming over with excitement.]
[Whatever he had been about to say cuts off as he gasps and moves to dodge the initial strike. While he is quick, that doesn't mean he is able to move so instantly, and he winces as the second knife grazes his stomach, ripping his waistcoat and shirt underneath and staining them red. One hand lowers to attempt to put pressure on his stomach as he tries to step back and get some distance. Only to find himself backed against the wall. He probably should be more mindful of his surroundings. He'd just figured that the side and back streets were safer. Would attract less attention and notice if he had wanted to avoid the Chasseurs. Evidently, that had not exactly worked out as he had hoped.]
Tell me yours, and maybe I'll give mine.
[As if he really had any semblance of the upper hand here. Holding himself back. Domi had always said he was far too soft. Maybe she had a point. That even in such a situation, he still wouldn't entirely go all out and kill someone attacking him. Aiming to kill him. Noé really should probably do more to at least defend himself. But he's always been more motivated when it comes to protecting others more than himself. Which is why he doesn't try to make for the main street. He doesn't want anyone else getting caught up in this. It's his problem. He has to deal with this somehow.]
["Moreau is back." Those words were all it took for Vanitas' blood to run cold, though it was like being plunged into a frozen lake when Dante told him that Noé had been seen in the company of the doctor's minions. He couldn't understand why his lover would even entertain them and not beat the stuffing out of them immediately. He could fairly easily do so with his ability to rewrite the world formula to enhance his strength. So why...?
Why had he gone with them instead of fighting? What the hell was going on?!
Those thoughts race through Vanitas' mind as he runs through the caverns where Moreau has his new base just outside of Paris. On occasion he comes across a guard - one of Moreau's enhanced humans. Although they're faster and stronger, Vanitas isn't playing games; he has both knives out and buries them into the bodies of any who stand in his way. No mercy for them.
Eventually he makes his way to the laboratory, kicking in the door with a blow that would do Noé proud. There he finds his lover-- strapped to a medical table with several IV cables running to him. It looks like Moreau is siphoning him for blood, much to Vanitas' disgust. As for the man himself, he seems to have gotten an early alarm system this time, as he's already retreated, leaving several of his enhanced humans to do his dirty work. It takes Vanitas several minutes to dispatch them all, and once he does, he makes his way over to Noé, exhausted and breathing hard, splattered with blood.
Without a word, he starts unhooking Noé from the machines, pulling out a handkerchief to staunch the blood flowing from his arm. Only then does he manage to actually look at his lover, with fear, love, and fury in his expression all at once. When he speaks, it's low, dangerously so.]
Noé.....
blanket cw...everything regarding experimentation i think
[ Noé probably could have beaten the stuffing out of them, sure, but Moreau had promised – promised that if any harm came to him or his lackeys, he would, without fail, retrieve Vanitas, and make sure that he suffered because of Noé's noncompliance. Noé couldn't bear the thought of any sort of cruelty being brought to Vanitas again, and perhaps against his better judgment, he hastily agreed to allowing Moreau to do whatever he pleased. The vampire told himself he'd be able to handle it. He'd endure anything if it kept Vanitas safe.
But what he wasn't expecting was the sheer level of cruelty, despite having experienced it all through Vanitas' eyes. It's one thing to feel it through a human's point a view. For a vampire, though, it'd been different. The tests were different, harsher due to Noé's endurance and stamina. Vanitas and Mikhail may have died if they were put through the same things as the vampire, and by the time Vanitas finds him, he's utterly drained.
The circles under his eyes are dark. He looks like he hasn't been properly fed in a few days, only just enough to keep him able to do the tests. Truth be told, he'd only been in this lab for a full day, but it was a day that Moreau certainly made the most of and left Noé in shambles.
He looks like he's passed out on the table, but when Vanitas starts unhooking him, he rouses and looks at Vanitas with haggard eyes. ]
...Vani...tas...?
[ The realization hits. Vanitas is here. His eyes widen considerably, but his voice isn't quite as powerful as it should be, given everything. ]
You...you need to leave. He promised...he'd make you suffer otherwise...
[It has only been a day, but it was long enough for Vanitas to start worrying once Noé had failed to show up after his work shift. Then Dante and his crew had came with the news of what had happened and all hell broke loose. Namely upon Moreau: a hell named Vanitas. Covered in blood and with eyes as piercing as the moon itself, he hacks through Noé's restraints with his knives, not wasting a second in getting his lover freed. He doesn't even care that he could simply undo the straps. That'd take too long. Every second he has to see Noé like this, is a second his rage threatens to boil over again.
Hearing his name weakly come from those lips he's kissed so many times now makes him seethe, teeth grit and grinding as he hurries to sit Noé upright, carefully.]
You absolute idiot--!
[It's fury that comes from him, more than anything else, like molten lava ready to burn everything in its wake. He wants to slap the shit out of Noé for being such a damn fool, but he's clearly suffered enough. Enough that it makes Vanitas sick. He's only glad that Moreau didn't take a limb or eye or something.]
I'll make him suffer if he comes within my sight ever again--!
[ Noé sits upright and hears the fury that leaks through Vanitas' lips. He feels something in his chest hurt when he sees how his lover is soaked in blood, how much hell he unleashed to get here – and he looks utterly exhausted. He's cut up in a bunch of places, burned here and there and bruised in quite a few places. It's a good thing he's got incredible regenerative properties.
Noé looks up at Vanitas with an unreadable expression. He's relieved to see his companion, but he's already anticipating the fallout that'll happen from this and that's going to hurt much more than any of the experiments, he's sure. He's tired, but in his mind, it was worth it to keep Vanitas safe. ]
...I don't think he's here right now... We should go.
[Verso draws in a shaky breath. This is... new. The wings are annoying — white's harder to maintain than black. Chest, large as ever, so at least he doesn't have to alter his clothes. Again. Silver linings.
His tail flicks. New tail, too. Long. Also white.] Need more dye. [It has to go.
But that isn't the distressing part of his new soul.
The distressing part, that part, is why he takes Vanitas' hand as he lets himself into his apartment and pulls him to his chest.]
[Honestly, by now Vanitas is getting used to their souls changing things up on occasion, or developing further the longer time goes on. So seeing Verso with some altered aspects doesn't bother him. Clearly, though, something is bothering him. Hence his visit. To check on him and see if he can help in any way.
Still, it takes him by surprise, being hauled in so thoroughly, without much in the way of fanfare, and he gasps slightly as he peers up at the older man's face, curiosity written in his expression.]
Fine. [His wings flare, the red even more obvious against white. A frustrated sound emanates from the back of his throat, and he leans in to at least take the one sliver of comfort he's found in this place, kissing down Vanitas' neck. Only after he does that does he murmur against his skin.] More corruption.
You're not though... [He gently brushes a hand over one of those wings, not sounding mad or anything, just concerned. Though it turns to something much more sensual as he's graced with a smattering of kisses, leading to him clutching desperately at Verso's sides.] Hnn... I'm sorry... Can I help in any way?
[Verso grows just as hard, clear even through the phone as his breathing changes. His own hand strays to touch himself. Lounging back on his bed, he imagines his hand is Vanitas', working carefully with his claws as he rolls his balls between his fingers.] Plan to get them messy?
[By now Vanitas knows that ragged breathing well; he can tell Verso's getting worked up as much as he is, if not more, and that in turn makes Vanitas moan just a little bit louder.] If you want me to... [He doesn't have any qualms about keeping them on, not when they feel so nice and help turn him on. With his teeth he plucks one glove off then the other so he can properly grasp his own length with enough force to get him hissing low.]
Yes. [Vanitas had barely finished the question before Verso said the word.] Lets me picture you. [An excuse, of course, a flimsy reason to cover the simple fact of the matter which is that Verso thinks Vanitas is hot in lingerie.
Each sound Vanitas makes is more tantalising than the last, spurring Verso on in touching himself. With Vanitas at the other end of the phone, unable to see him, as one hand strokes up his cock, the other strays to his breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers and prompting a sharp, breathy sound that Vanitas won't have heard before.]
Hehe, okay. [He has a feeling that it's simple lust driving that answer, but it's not as if he minds. That's the name of the game, after all.] What are you doing right now, hmm...? [He wants to be able to picture Verso too, naturally. It's only fair that they both get to properly jerk off to one another.
That sound, though... It makes him let out a keening whine of his own as he thumbs the tip of his head, smearing the precum around and lubricating his hand before giving himself a couple solid jerks. The act of which makes his hips rise and his breath catch, slipping out into a whimper of need.]
Well, you see... We signed it when were both drunk and making awful decisions >:) !! And now it's morning and I'm back in my hotel room, away from my new husband :(
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Betrothed AU
[In the guest wing at the de Sade estate stands one very unhappy human. Locked in the fancy rooms without any sort of weapon or means of escape, Vanitas stares out over the garden, frowning. It's beautiful to be sure, but a gilded cage is a prison all the same, and he a captive. Because of his unique status as something not fully human yet not a vampire, he was captured and forced into being humanity's "representative" - which was just a fancy name for political bargaining chip, he muses.
Scowling, he paces back and forth before the expansive window, briefly wondering if throwing himself at it might not break it enough for him to escape... Yet he knows that the guards below are waiting for him to try something. Even if he busts through and makes it below without injuring himself too badly, he'll likely still be caught before he can make it far.
Damn vampires...
So he heaves another sigh - the dozenth in half an hour, how disgraceful - and moves to sit on the edge of the four-poster bed. He's to be betrothed to the Comte de Saint Germain's student, that much he knows. Yet they hadn't even deigned to tell him the name of who he was promised to, not that it would make a lick of difference to him. A vampire is a damn vampire!
Thus when he hears the door being unlocked, he hurries to hide behind it, lying in wait to see who it is that's come for him. He may lack the strength necessary to subdue one of them, but he could still threaten to snap their neck. He has skill enough for that...]
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He pauses at the door, wondering how this might go. But his grandparents, who had taken him in, weren't that bad. So he shouldn't just assume that all humans were awful, right? He takes a deep breath, fidgeting and attempting to ensure his clothes are presentable. Dominique had chosen the outfit, of course. He hopes it looks alright. He steels himself, pursing his lips briefly before he opens the door, hesitant as he peers inside. He doesn't immediately see anyone, though? He glances around the room, confused as Murr enters, curious.]
Hello?
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Don't move, you, or I'll snap your neck. Don't call for help, either.
[If Noé was hoping for friendly like his grandparents, he's in for one hell of a disappointment.]
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[He had been about to tell the cat to wait, unsure if the human might be allergic or something. It was an issue with some people, right? He doesn't get the chance to, however, as Vanitas grabs him. There's a quiet noise of surprise, but he otherwise doesn't immediately call out for anyone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the immediate vicinity. When Vanitas digs a knee into his back and he lowers, his foot knocks the door shut again. Which is probably for the better, if Vanitas didn't want this to be found out so quickly.
He knows he probably could easily deal with this mortal. But he's also aware that he probably shouldn't try anything, lest he hurt Vanitas. Humans were far more fragile, after all. So he remains still once he's kneeling with Vanitas's arm around his neck.]
This isn't exactly the greeting I was expecting...
[As if that needed to be said. But then, he'd always been rather idealistic. Naive and hopeful in his interactions with others. So it's hardly a surprise that he's likely rather unlike what Vanitas might have expected. Murr might get frustrated and exasperated at his idiot owner, but that doesn't mean he approves of this either. He bristles, hissing at Vanitas.]
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Clicking his tongue, he gives a faint squeeze to show he's serious, then glares at Murr for hissing up a storm. Yet another problem he's not sure how to deal with.]
Oh? And just what were you expecting, hmm? Some docile little human to be your pet?! Well, I'll have you know I'm no one's plaything--! Not yours or the humans or any other vampires--!
[Though he is a touched surprised this guy is just rolling with it... Is he actually worried though, or is he screwing with him? It's damn impossible to tell.]
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Chasseur AU
[Another autumn night in Paris, another report of a vampire on the loose. This one powerful enough to thwart an entire group of trainee Chasseurs. Hence why Vanitas was called in. Although not a Paladin, he's risen in the ranks to become one of their top junior officers, allowed to act freely on his own without the burden of being Vice-Captain. Though he finds it interesting that despite the apparent trouble the others have been having with this latest target, none have been killed or even seriously harmed. Almost like the vampire is a pacifist. Laughable.
A cool wind blows through his bangs and ponytail, whipping them around as he stalks towards the last known whereabouts of his prey. It's enough to make him scowl, shivering and cursing the weather under his breath. He's itching for a fight to warm up if nothing else. That's why he feels a thrill when he spots an unusual person in the alleyway: light-haired with piercing eyes and the kind of stance that indicates they're used to fighting.
Drawing his knives, he quietly approaches, only the echoing taps of his footsteps for noise in the night. Some distance away he stops, head canted to one side as he sizes up his opponent before speaking.]
So... Are you the troublemaker that's been roughing up my fellows, hmm, vampire?
Re: Chasseur AU
[He hadn't intended on attracting this much attention. But the Chasseaurs seem rather persistent. There had been no intention of ending up fighting with them when he had left to head out in the evening. But it seemed they just kept finding him. Somehow. Just when he thought he had dealt with the last one that had come after him, Vanitas shows up. He turns, glancing at the latest of the Chasseurs to try and kill him, his eyes wide, tensing as he sees the knives as he turns when he hears the footsteps.
Evidently, it was too much to hope that he could be done with the Chasseurs for one evening. He steps back, swallowing as he raises his gloved hands.]
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[It's then that he lunges forward, swiftly closing the distance between them in order to take a swipe at the vampire's throat with his knife. Fully expecting him to dodge that one, he cuts cross-wise the other way with his second weapon, aiming lower, more towards the gut. All the while his feet tread lightly across the cobblestones, like an elegant if deadly dance. Laughing with unbridled glee in the thrill of the fight, Vanitas' eyes shine in the dark, brimming over with excitement.]
Come, then, vampire! Tell me your name!
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[Whatever he had been about to say cuts off as he gasps and moves to dodge the initial strike. While he is quick, that doesn't mean he is able to move so instantly, and he winces as the second knife grazes his stomach, ripping his waistcoat and shirt underneath and staining them red. One hand lowers to attempt to put pressure on his stomach as he tries to step back and get some distance. Only to find himself backed against the wall. He probably should be more mindful of his surroundings. He'd just figured that the side and back streets were safer. Would attract less attention and notice if he had wanted to avoid the Chasseurs. Evidently, that had not exactly worked out as he had hoped.]
Tell me yours, and maybe I'll give mine.
[As if he really had any semblance of the upper hand here. Holding himself back. Domi had always said he was far too soft. Maybe she had a point. That even in such a situation, he still wouldn't entirely go all out and kill someone attacking him. Aiming to kill him. Noé really should probably do more to at least defend himself. But he's always been more motivated when it comes to protecting others more than himself. Which is why he doesn't try to make for the main street. He doesn't want anyone else getting caught up in this. It's his problem. He has to deal with this somehow.]
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Closed to murrmoire
Why had he gone with them instead of fighting? What the hell was going on?!
Those thoughts race through Vanitas' mind as he runs through the caverns where Moreau has his new base just outside of Paris. On occasion he comes across a guard - one of Moreau's enhanced humans. Although they're faster and stronger, Vanitas isn't playing games; he has both knives out and buries them into the bodies of any who stand in his way. No mercy for them.
Eventually he makes his way to the laboratory, kicking in the door with a blow that would do Noé proud. There he finds his lover-- strapped to a medical table with several IV cables running to him. It looks like Moreau is siphoning him for blood, much to Vanitas' disgust. As for the man himself, he seems to have gotten an early alarm system this time, as he's already retreated, leaving several of his enhanced humans to do his dirty work. It takes Vanitas several minutes to dispatch them all, and once he does, he makes his way over to Noé, exhausted and breathing hard, splattered with blood.
Without a word, he starts unhooking Noé from the machines, pulling out a handkerchief to staunch the blood flowing from his arm. Only then does he manage to actually look at his lover, with fear, love, and fury in his expression all at once. When he speaks, it's low, dangerously so.]
Noé.....
blanket cw...everything regarding experimentation i think
But what he wasn't expecting was the sheer level of cruelty, despite having experienced it all through Vanitas' eyes. It's one thing to feel it through a human's point a view. For a vampire, though, it'd been different. The tests were different, harsher due to Noé's endurance and stamina. Vanitas and Mikhail may have died if they were put through the same things as the vampire, and by the time Vanitas finds him, he's utterly drained.
The circles under his eyes are dark. He looks like he hasn't been properly fed in a few days, only just enough to keep him able to do the tests. Truth be told, he'd only been in this lab for a full day, but it was a day that Moreau certainly made the most of and left Noé in shambles.
He looks like he's passed out on the table, but when Vanitas starts unhooking him, he rouses and looks at Vanitas with haggard eyes. ]
...Vani...tas...?
[ The realization hits. Vanitas is here. His eyes widen considerably, but his voice isn't quite as powerful as it should be, given everything. ]
You...you need to leave. He promised...he'd make you suffer otherwise...
don't like, don't read!!!
Hearing his name weakly come from those lips he's kissed so many times now makes him seethe, teeth grit and grinding as he hurries to sit Noé upright, carefully.]
You absolute idiot--!
[It's fury that comes from him, more than anything else, like molten lava ready to burn everything in its wake. He wants to slap the shit out of Noé for being such a damn fool, but he's clearly suffered enough. Enough that it makes Vanitas sick. He's only glad that Moreau didn't take a limb or eye or something.]
I'll make him suffer if he comes within my sight ever again--!
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Noé looks up at Vanitas with an unreadable expression. He's relieved to see his companion, but he's already anticipating the fallout that'll happen from this and that's going to hurt much more than any of the experiments, he's sure. He's tired, but in his mind, it was worth it to keep Vanitas safe. ]
...I don't think he's here right now... We should go.
[ He moves shakily to get up on his feet. ]
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His tail flicks. New tail, too. Long. Also white.] Need more dye. [It has to go.
But that isn't the distressing part of his new soul.
The distressing part, that part, is why he takes Vanitas' hand as he lets himself into his apartment and pulls him to his chest.]
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Still, it takes him by surprise, being hauled in so thoroughly, without much in the way of fanfare, and he gasps slightly as he peers up at the older man's face, curiosity written in his expression.]
Verso...? You okay?
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[Verso grows just as hard, clear even through the phone as his breathing changes. His own hand strays to touch himself. Lounging back on his bed, he imagines his hand is Vanitas', working carefully with his claws as he rolls his balls between his fingers.] Plan to get them messy?
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Each sound Vanitas makes is more tantalising than the last, spurring Verso on in touching himself. With Vanitas at the other end of the phone, unable to see him, as one hand strokes up his cock, the other strays to his breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers and prompting a sharp, breathy sound that Vanitas won't have heard before.]
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That sound, though... It makes him let out a keening whine of his own as he thumbs the tip of his head, smearing the precum around and lubricating his hand before giving himself a couple solid jerks. The act of which makes his hips rise and his breath catch, slipping out into a whimper of need.]
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(i am blending two of them, 1 and 4 LOL) ]
Well, you see...
We signed it when were both drunk and making awful decisions >:) !!
And now it's morning and I'm back in my hotel room, away from my new husband :(
[ (HELLO, SOL, MEET MY DISASTER) ]
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H
Husband? Me?! I'm not marriageable material, though...! I'm awful! Miserable! A horrific nightmare of a person!
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Oh
What did you say your name was again
[ This...may be pertinent information......... ]
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Vanitas.
Guess you might as well remind me of what yours is, too.
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