Meant to be, huh... I always thought I was meant to be alone...
[Though Noé's words seem to strike a chord within him, causing Vanitas to go still and silent as he considers that concept. It's a new revelation, not needing to deserve something like another's affections. He'd always focused on how little or much he did deserve everything he got or didn't. How could he not, when he was responsible for both his parents' deaths?]
I see... If that's how you feel, then... I'll accept it.
[ He says says a little cheekily, and he gives Vanitas a light, playful nudge. He won't accept a universe in which Vanitas is meant to be alone. That promise to never set him free will span across lives, he's sure. He'll always find his way back to his partner and make sure he'll never be alone ever again. ]
So don't worry about needing to earn my love, Vanitas. You've already got it.
[At that, he gently returns the gesture, careful not to press anywhere it might hurt. It's so strange, having someone fighting for him, for his well-being, his happiness. He doesn't know quite what to do with it, all this love, but he gladly accepts it as best he can, tucking his head under Noé's chin.]
.....you sappy, sentimental fool.
[It's said with no small amount of affection as he struggles to discreetly wipe at his eyes.]
[ He smiles wider once Vanitas tucks his head under him and calls him a fool. Noé has learned by now that these are his partner's way of expressing his affection, and he holds him tighter and catches a glimpse of Vanitas wiping his tears.
Noé gently pulls back, just slightly, and tucks some hair behind the other's ear. He can't help but brush away a stray tear that he sees. It's always sweet when Vanitas is so overcome with emotion like this, but Noé doesn't want to embarrass him too much, so he doesn't say anything. He just gently cups the other's cheek and looks at him fondly, in a quiet display of understanding and emotion. ]
[In this case it's very much a show of care and affection, as Vanitas now considers Noé his idiot. Just like he's welcome to think of Vanitas himself as his jerk. Though he might shove him if he remarks on him trying to wipe away any signs of crying.
Yet somehow the act of Noé actually physically acknowledging his tears isn't as bad. He can accept that and does, letting out a shaky sigh. That Noé continues to touch him so tenderly, with such care, and regards him with what can only be described as love, makes his heart pound fiercely. It's wonderful to be so understood, despite him feeling unworthy of it.]
[ The look on Vanitas' face makes Noé feel more tender in comparison, relaxed and at ease knowing that they have a solid mutual understanding of one another. He leans in to kiss Vanitas' forehead before tucking his head under his chin again. He's so in tune with what the other needs now and he's willing to provide it. ]
Should we get some proper rest? We've had a long day.
[ He'll cling to Vanitas again, he's sure, but having his lover here makes dealing with the bad dreams so much more bearable. ]
[Once again Vanitas is reminded how lucky he is, how blessed, to be loved by someone so sweet and understanding. A person who truly completes him in every sense that matters. With Noé nestled against him, he sighs happily, wishing that speaking his mind and heart came easier to him.]
Yes, I think so. You can rest easy; I won't be going anywhere.
[Just in case Noé was worried that he might wander off to go roof-sitting again. He might get the urge, but this time he'll ignore it in favor of staying with his lover.]
[That's... probably not entirely true. All too often he remains up late, thinking too much, dwelling on things. But he doesn't believe Noé knows that, given how early the vampire usually sleeps.]
Don't be afraid to hug me, if you need to. I've noticed how you cling to your pillow.
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[Though Noé's words seem to strike a chord within him, causing Vanitas to go still and silent as he considers that concept. It's a new revelation, not needing to deserve something like another's affections. He'd always focused on how little or much he did deserve everything he got or didn't. How could he not, when he was responsible for both his parents' deaths?]
I see... If that's how you feel, then... I'll accept it.
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[ He says says a little cheekily, and he gives Vanitas a light, playful nudge. He won't accept a universe in which Vanitas is meant to be alone. That promise to never set him free will span across lives, he's sure. He'll always find his way back to his partner and make sure he'll never be alone ever again. ]
So don't worry about needing to earn my love, Vanitas. You've already got it.
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[At that, he gently returns the gesture, careful not to press anywhere it might hurt. It's so strange, having someone fighting for him, for his well-being, his happiness. He doesn't know quite what to do with it, all this love, but he gladly accepts it as best he can, tucking his head under Noé's chin.]
.....you sappy, sentimental fool.
[It's said with no small amount of affection as he struggles to discreetly wipe at his eyes.]
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Noé gently pulls back, just slightly, and tucks some hair behind the other's ear. He can't help but brush away a stray tear that he sees. It's always sweet when Vanitas is so overcome with emotion like this, but Noé doesn't want to embarrass him too much, so he doesn't say anything. He just gently cups the other's cheek and looks at him fondly, in a quiet display of understanding and emotion. ]
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Yet somehow the act of Noé actually physically acknowledging his tears isn't as bad. He can accept that and does, letting out a shaky sigh. That Noé continues to touch him so tenderly, with such care, and regards him with what can only be described as love, makes his heart pound fiercely. It's wonderful to be so understood, despite him feeling unworthy of it.]
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Should we get some proper rest? We've had a long day.
[ He'll cling to Vanitas again, he's sure, but having his lover here makes dealing with the bad dreams so much more bearable. ]
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Yes, I think so. You can rest easy; I won't be going anywhere.
[Just in case Noé was worried that he might wander off to go roof-sitting again. He might get the urge, but this time he'll ignore it in favor of staying with his lover.]
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[ And he means that. He'll be content – as much as he can be – as long as Vanitas is here tonight. On that note, however... ]
...You'll get sleep, too, right?
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[That's... probably not entirely true. All too often he remains up late, thinking too much, dwelling on things. But he doesn't believe Noé knows that, given how early the vampire usually sleeps.]
Don't be afraid to hug me, if you need to. I've noticed how you cling to your pillow.
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[ He is blissfully unaware of Vanitas' poor sleeping habits, but he will take him up on that offer to cling to him, thank you very much. ]
I think I'll do just that, so don't be surprised, okay?
[ He settles in a little more before pulling up the blankets so they're over both of them. He holds Vanitas close and tangles their legs together. ]
Good night, Vani.
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[Once again not worrying about himself... How can he, when Noé so clearly needs him?]
I won't. I won't mind, either. Just don't squish me with your vampiric strength, okay?
[He teases, happy to be so ensconced with his lover and finally feeling warm.]
Good night, Noé.