bleude | Open Prompt Post & Closed Starters

[ Noé sleeps on Vanitas just like that for a while, resting soundly as he drifts off. That's where the bad things begin, though.

His mind is quiet for a while until the sounds of drilling come into play. He dreams of one being placed right over his eye, tauntingly, and then above his hands, feet, as if the person behind it doesn't know where to start. He feels frozen, stuck in place and unable to do a thing, even as he feels something awful begin to dig into his arm, severing it from his body.

This is not what happened in the lab, of course, but man did he come close to it. It's why he starts clinging to Vanitas in his sleep, as if the man is a beacon that will keep more nightmares from coming in. ]

[Even as Vanitas himself starts to drift off from tiredness too, he feels Noé latch onto him, recognizing the clinging for what it probably is: a nightmare. He doesn't know what horrors are plaguing his lover, of course, but he gets both arms tight around Noé in order to rub comforting circles on his back, remaining silent for now in the hopes that his presence will sooth the dreams and make the nightmares go away. If not though, he's here, ready to provide greater comfort once his companion awakens.]

[ The comforting circles on his back do a lot to slow the nightmares down and make his dreams feel fuzzier, but it doesn't stop one that he fears the most. Something awful, something sickening – the sight of his lover before him, mangled and almost unrecognizable as the result of experimentation, all while he's getting parts of himself burned off of him as samples. That part is unfortunately true and exactly what had caused those burn marks around his body.

He ends up trembling in his sleep and tears start forming at the corners of his life. ]

...Leave...him alone...

[ He mumbles under his breath. In his mind, he's begging for Moreau to leave his partner alone. ]

[It hurts to hear Noé struggling through what he himself had to endure, knowing full well the extent of the mental anguish it can cause, and understanding that it might be even worse for Noé given his attachment to him. It was the same with Mikhail. How he couldn't stand to hear the younger boy being tormented and possibly killed for the sake of Moreau's filthy experiments.

So when he hears Noé's murmurs about what must be him, he gently hugs the vampire tighter, whispering softly to try and get his attention without fully disturbing his sleep just yet. Hoping to influence his dreams in a positive manner. Even if all he can do is let Noé know that he's here. He's safe.]

It's okay, Noé. I'm fine. I'm right here... Shhh... You're alright. We're safe...

[ He's still fast asleep, even as Vanitas consoles him. It does reach him, because at some point his shoulders relax and the tears that had started to pour from his eyes finally cease. It's unclear what he's dreaming about now, and he likely won't even remember everything after dreaming about that lab, but he at least seems to have settled down.

He's sleeping soundly again, the heavy sleeper he is. Not once, though, does he let go of Vanitas, and it's a few hours until he finally rouses from his slumber. ]

...Vani...

[ He's still here, right? ]

[It's a relief to Vanitas that his efforts aren't in vain, making him smile faintly as Noé settles back down into a more peaceful rest. Seeing those tears hurts, but he knows from experience that sometimes it's necessary, even in one's sleep. It helps to process everything.

By the time Noé stirs for real, Vanitas' shoulders have gone stiff from sitting up like that, but he doesn't mind. Doesn't care so long as Noé is managing to get rest. He pets at the vampire's hair, smiling softly.]

Hey, sleepyhead. Did you rest well?

[Still right where he was.]

[ Something about hearing Vanitas' voice triggers something in him, something that gets him to move forward and pull his lover into a tight embrace. The confirmation that his lover is alive and well gets him to tear up again. He's so glad it was all just a dream, in the end. ]

I...I did.

[ He's not quite voicing what he experienced, but he's grateful that Vanitas stayed put all the same. Don't mind his shoulders hitching as he cries again. ]

[Between that ridiculously strong hug and the tears, he doesn't believe Noé's words for a moment, knowing full well just how rough he had it during his sleep. So he sighs, holding him in return. His hand pats at the vampire's back, stroking him first before switching to small circles.]

It's alright if you didn't. I don't expect you to. Not after that...

[He just wishes he knew what all Moreau did to him so he'd know how to help. But asking that so soon might backfire if he's not careful. So he avoids the question. Seeing Noé cry, makes his blood boil and triggers his protective instincts, forcing him to hold his lover close.]

...I'll kill that man the next time I see him.

[ He hugs Vanitas close and hears the malice in his voice. He can't and doesn't want to refute it, either. He understands Vanitas' anger and even shares it. But right now, Moreau is the last person he wants to think about, so he ends up nuzzling his lover's neck instead. Not wanting to bite or anything, just wanting to be close. ]

I don't know how you survived any of that... It was...brutal.

[Realizing his mistake, Vanitas sighs and pets at Noé's hair, trying to soothe him in the only way he knows how. His arms tighten protectively around his lover, trying to shield him from all the horrid memories and physical sensations he must have endured. Having been there, he knows how the phantom pains can last. It's not a pleasant experience, naturally.]

...truthfully, I don't know either. Perhaps it was simple spite and the desire for revenge that kept me living. Maybe it was a curse. I'm not sure. All I know is I'm starting to regret it. [He pauses, breathing through his nose a moment.] If it weren't for me, then you never--

[He grits his teeth, hugging Noé tight against himself as curse after curse falls from his lips.]

Weren't for...

[ Noé shakes his head and hugs Vanitas tighter in response. ]

No, no! Don't regret it, please don't say that. [ He clings to Vanitas' shirt, because he never wants Vanitas to regret being alive, let alone because of his mistakes. ] Vanitas...my life is so much better having known you. I didn't have many friends before I met you. All I had was Domi...

[ Which he has no issues with, but Vanitas opened him up to so many things, both good and bad. And yet – ]

You want us to face everything together, right? That includes things like this, too. Please don't blame yourself.

[That hug helps soothe Vanitas' anger, although he still trembles with rage.]

Noé... I'm sorry. [He breathes out the apology, closing his eyes to try and focus on calming down so that he won't continue berating himself and hating his own existence. Although what the apology is for is up for debate. Possibly multiple things.] I'm sure you would've made more eventually... Without me...

[He can't help the regret, knowing Moreau only targeted Noé because of him. Because he knew they were connected. Suddenly, he grasps Noé's hand in his own, thumb playing over the other's ring.]

You're right, of course... Even still, it's difficult to not consider this my fault.

I don't care for hypotheticals. [ He pulls back so he can look at Vanitas head-on. A hand comes up to gently cup the doctor's cheek. ] It wouldn't change the fact that meeting you has made my life so much better.

[ He squeezes Vanitas' hand, trying to help the other relax and soothe some of his pain. ]

So...please believe me when I say I don't blame you for anything. It was my foolishness that got me into this mess, not yours.

No, I suppose not. They do no good, anyway. [He lets out an unsteady breath at the contact, leaning into it for warmth and comfort.] And you mine. Even if I seem ungrateful most of the time.

[Because he knows how he comes off usually. Cold and condescending. Feeling Noé trying to reassure him, he shakes his head.]

Why are you comforting me? You're the one who went through hell. How selfish of me. If anything, I should be reassuring you...

Just because I went through hell doesn't mean I can't worry about you, too.

[ He brushes his thumb over Vanitas' cheek repeatedly, hoping to help him relax a little more. He's not a fan of the self-deprecating spirals that Vanitas gets into, but that makes him all the more motivated to want to help his lover through them. ]

And like I've said...I'd like for us to face this together. That includes being here for you when you need it, too.

...that is true. I won't try to deny you that.

[It's such a simple gesture yet one that does indeed help calm him, leaving him breathing somewhat more steadily as he nestles up again Noé. Now if only he could stop hating himself for a while...]

...very well. I, too, wish for us to work together to overcome it. But I'm fine, honestly. It's you I'm worried about... What he did to you... I know it's painful. That it's frightening.

Thank you.

[ Said with sincerity, because he'd rather not get into that argument with Vanitas right now. They can worry about each other, and he'll call it even there. ]

...And it is. I thought I was going to lose my arm again, to put it bluntly. [ And more. Probably more. But Moreau wouldn't have killed him because of all of the potential for more research that Noé could have provided him. ] I'll spare you the details if you wish...but if you want to hear them, I can tell you.

[For his part, he holds Noé tighter, expressing his agreement that way. This is no time for petty bickering or arguments between them.]

That would not have surprised me. He can find uses for all manner of body parts. Frankly it's a wonder he only took skin and blood samples from me. [Although it clearly enrages him despite Vanitas' calm voice. It's a little too even, too calculated to be normal.] ...tell me. So that might know best how to pay him back.

Right, well...

[ Ah, geez. Where does he even begin. ]

He meant it when he said he was going to take samples. He burned parts of my skin...and cut some parts, too, that regenerated quickly due to a tube he had in my arm that accelerated regeneration. Many of these bruises were from his subordinates trying to subdue me. There were a lot of shocks involved...and cutting me in various places for blood samples.

[ It's a lot. It's a lot to do to someone in one day. Moreau...got pretty excited. ]

Yes... That sounds like him. He likes to get all the data he can first before beginning. Hair, blood, saliva, skin, the works. That he has some way of accelerating your healing though... That must be new. Though it seems like I'll have to find a source of electricity for when we decide to visit him again.

[He breathes out heavily through his nose, hand shaking with rage.]

Don't worry, Noé. Whatever he visited upon you, I'll deliver back to him tenfold. That's my promise to you.

[ He takes that hand that's shaking and holds it in his own. This time it's not to calm Vanitas, but to say one thing and drive his point home: ]

Let me get a hit in, too.

[ Yep. They're going to kill Moreau together. ]

[On instinct, he clutches at Noé hard, blue eyes meeting his violet ones. Though his smile may be even, there's fire in his expression.]

Of course, ma moitié. I'll let you get the first blow in, then you can hold him while I deliver my justice.

[Honestly, by the time they get done with the man, he'll be wishing he died in the original attack on his lab.]

[ He doesn't like the idea of killing someone, but Moreau needs to be stopped. The man has no remorse, no sense of empathy for anyone, and the more he's allowed to continue this the worse things will get. So he doesn't bother trying to stop this. If anything, he kind of supports it...

But he leans in to kiss Vanitas. It's a little abrupt, but he pulls away and touches their foreheads together. ]

I'm glad we're both alive...and thank you for comforting me as I slept.

[That Noé is so opposed to taking lives yet is willing to forego that in order to stop Moreau is a sign of just how bad the man is. When not even his kind and softhearted partner sees hope for someone, that just goes to show what a reprehensible individual they are.

The kiss takes Vanitas by surprise, but he accepts it gladly, and pets Noé's hair as their foreheads touch.]

You're welcome. I am, too. It means we get to be here, together.

[ Noé leans into Vanitas' touch easily. He presses his lips to his partner's one more time, moving in more slowly this time to give Vanitas a bit of a heads up. When he kisses his partner, he softly cradles his face in his hands. ]

Together... I'm starting to really like that word.

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