@hismuses 
            
            I  won’t  stop  following  you!  In  fact,  I  think  I’m  gonna  follow  you  around  the  rest  of  the  day  until  you  listen  to  me! 

@tosplit ,              there was only one way to take that!   now stop following me!   ):< 

.. ? we don’t have time — -         AACK. i can WALK.

@nouvelune        ،̲،̲               “no.    the place is rather unfamiliar to me,   but let’s go in!” 

what? and just a second ago you were practically salivating.            ⋆  vanitas lets out a short scoff, tying off the final knot of bandages on his wrist. it had only been a scratch, but it seemed the scent was strong enough as it was.  ⋆

@nouvelune         ،̲،̲               his mouth slightly parts,   cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment.   gaze falling elsewhere,      “no.   (..)      it’s not like that,   i wouldn’t do that.”

⋆  vanitas blinks, taking a moment to process the vampire’s words. maybe he’d thought something had actually happened to noé.  ⋆               no, there’s nothing wrong — -        (  …  )       i.. i thought you ran off.           ⋆  he answers at last, gaze flicking to stare awkwardly at the nearest wall. it’s not like he was /worried/.  ⋆

@nouvelune         ،̲،̲               “outside for some fresh air.”      he trails off,   purple hues shifting to look elsewhere.      “is there an issue?”

⋆  now, it isn’t that vanitas had never let people drink from him. the latest was jeanne, in a frenzied burst of hunger and need. but it was especially because it was noé who was asking that he couldn’t. noé is an archiviste. one who can see memories in blood. and vanitas /couldn’t/ let anyone see his memories. as it was what he had promised /them/. he looks at noé and anger brews in his chest. but you c͟a͟n͟’͟t͟.  he thinks, frustrated. i won’t let you. i promised them. I PROMISED THEM. i͟ ͟d͟o͟n͟’͟t͟ ͟w͟a͟n͟t͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟h͟u͟r͟t͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟.͟  but all this goes unsaid, echoing into the dark void of his mind. instead vanitas stares at noé, stares at his troubled expression and his beautiful, /beautiful/ eyes dark as amethysts and his white hair that reflects moonlight off it just like L͟U͟N͟A͟’͟S͟  and.. stops. he exhales, contemplates. and slowly, he speaks again.. though still not looking up.  ⋆            .. noé. when you drink blood.. do you have to drink from the source to see memories? or can you do it even if you’re only given a few drops?

@nouvelune          ،̲،̲               “even still i─      (..)”      the vampire was almost speechless,   hands clenching together as he felt conflicted by everything.   with moreau;   everyone.   just what keeps him from remaining with vanitas?      “it’s because of what happened that i can’t keep being left in the dark.” 

⋆  vanitas seemed equally unhappy, a deep scowl forming. for some reason he was just this reluctant.  ⋆           you’ve already seen what happened with moreau. why are you so damn /nosy/?

@xilsky,              i merely advise.   the fate which you choose will only be determined by yourself,   by no means will i lead you to a choice.      [   a pause,    ]       but your stubborn nature is troublesome.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @sharkbyt      
            such a dirty place,   do you not know that cleanliness brings good fortune?      [    the dragon entity offers a disappointed glance,   wiping the spot of the desk that had some stain on it.   just what kind of animal was living in here?   was mei’s first thought,   a distasteful expression falling upon her golden complexion.    ]      for shame. 

  *̲     dis the 5th time i gotta clean after u tsk..   :/