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what if i told u i was ur biggest fan …….. what then!!!! WHAT THEN !!!!

hey *blushes* rp?

*smirks and giggles* h-hi…. smut?

one of these days i will fixate on a single blog and actually dedicate time to them instead of dipping the second i get bored

canines were bared in a silent attempt to warn him to quiet down, not particularly liking the way the parisians were staring at them, noses upturned and whispering glances as though they were running mad in the streets or part of some circus entourage. it did not help that it was a man riddled with injuries, most notably the marks on his cheek that she so eagerly yearned to kiss. jeanne had learned to remain in the shadows, to mask the blood drops as they seeped from hands of death. she carried them all with her, the lives she'd taken, they followed her like an anchor. she'd only been so good at doing her job because of her ability to blend, to move unseen. and with the human, with vanitas, he was a spotlight among the dark, wandering eyes like moth to a flame. for someone who was full aware of his habits attracting the wrong attention, he sure held no reservations in doing precisely that. and yet, despite the concern, despite the bafflement towards his claims, she couldn't help but feel this sense of adoration towards him once he laughed. he was laughing and it sounded like music to her ears. even as the next words out of his mouth had just about ruined it. “ i did not accost you ! ” she did. she did worse than accost him, her actions fueled by gratitude and an overwhelming desire to express it. she struggled immensely with her words, and knew her body had a mind of its own, even now.

he moved far too quickly for her mind to catch up, legs moving from the push over her shoulders. she'd ditched her usual attire, the white uniform replaced with a pale pink gown, akin to dusty petals amidst a snow garden, with a muted pink cloak on top. fresh from the boutique she'd bothered for far too long. girlish thoughts, wondered if he liked it ? her own stomach had fluttered from the contact of his hands, however gloved, on her shoulders. could he feel the trepidation coursing through her ? the wildness at which her heart beat for him ? that four letter word had been weighing on the tip of her tongue, and she was fighting all her strength just to avoid saying it. a chill ran down her spine as his words hit her, her skin growing hotter and hotter. all he did was speak and yet she was reacting in such a callous manner ! oh, how she wished dominique were nearby so she could run away. “ these arts ? ” breath hitched, fingers tightening around the thick material of her skirt, feeling the sharp edge of her own claws digging into her palms through it. “ surely, you had the dhams. or — or domi — ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip, words trailing out as she released a sigh, the slightest hum fused alongside. they moved through the crowd with ease, and then she found herself raising her shoulder, just one side, enough so that she could lean the side of her cheek over his hand. “ should you even be wandering about ? you're still hurt, aren't you ? can't heal that quickly ... ”

in truth, vanitas could barely hear the sound of his own voice, thoughts converging into speech mindlessly to fill the space in - between them, rattling off the events of the past weeks with a rehearsed ease, playing it as though he hadn't spent the time within her absence dreaming of their reunion. in the aftermath of the ugly affair at the fairground, seeing her for the first time since rain and blood had soaked his clothes, it felt as though he had forgotten how to breathe, the mechanism lost on him. for the first moments standing in her presence, he had choked out simple greetings before he had raised an internal hand and slapped himself silly, one of his arms at his side, his own fingers pinching his thigh harshly in secret, calming himself enough to pull it together and revert to a somewhat normal stasis of being. almost normal. though speaking, vanitas could not drag his attentions away from the gleam in her eyes, the beginnings of that same adored flush dusted across her cheeks. his own felt awkwardly hot, like the beginnings of a bastard fever, which he supposed would have been able to explain the weakness of his knees, the shiver dragging itself across the expanse of his spine. alas, he had fallen into love's grasp, all too chained within it to think about a daring escape, if he even cared to do such a thing.

her own distraction was of palpable notice to him, and so when he had spoken the last of his rambling recounts of recent events, he had aimed to knock jeanne sideways, just to see if she had been listening. her reaction elicited that same boisterous laugh from him, deep in the pit of his stomach, loud and alight and causing few passers - by to glare in their direction. “ not involved? ” words spoken once he had calmed, tone rising and falling with the last drops of laughter. “ did you forget how you accosted me in the flower field? ” his head tipped, sharp - toothed grin baring in her direction. the memory of it had kept him warm with the leave of her presence at his side, and now it only threatened to deepen his own flush. to move swiftly on. “ asking me why? so you will! ” without waiting for another answer, vanitas reached out to gently grasp her shoulders and turn her, the touch a burn of static through his skin, beginning to walk and push her along in front of him. in offering of an answer, he leant closer to her ear as though sharing a secret. “ i need someone with a sturdier stomach, i've had enough to do with noe's snivelling when it comes to these arts. ”

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ TACHIHARA, MICHIZOU.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀don’t look at me like that.  you know i’m right.  you get it.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@starspurn .

nothing short of aggravating with how well he could read her. just a simple downturn of brows, slightly furrowed with the faintest of wrinkles in - between, obsidians glinted with a slight narrow. to the world, gin was unresponsive and unfeeling, impassive with the expressions, hardly made up for the loudness of her actions. even those were silent, skillfully navigated in the shadows with the ease and quickness of death's linger. perhaps it was just the metallic zing of her blade the only sound out out of her, the only tangible thing to grasp. but tachihara, much to her dismay, had taken root, rendered himself a force not easily removed from the confines that pesky, beating little organ that demanded to be felt. she was no ghost, no scepter, but a breathing, human entity in his hold, in his eyes. previously deemed a weakness, perhaps still, but she'd foregone the caution that'd come with it. something about their hands being interlaced with the grim reaper, the nature of their jobs, and she'd lost the point in pretending any distance would prolong their lives. you know i'm right. it echoed in her mind. and instinctually, her head shook. just once, out of defiance.

this was no game, no light - heartedness in the confines of the rec - room or their own spaces. there was no laughter to be heard from others, just the sound of cocked guns and knives bristling against fabrics, the wind hitting the building around them with violence. it was a storm brewing, they'd known it would happen prior to setting out. they were cornered, for once. gin could see no way out of it and it angered her so, scared her even more. they'd just been looking at each other, speaking with just their eyes, unreadable to the crowd that was closing in around the perimeter, getting away with the barest of communications right under their noses. her mask was bloodied from the lives she'd taken moments prior, hands wet from the crimson, and yet she still felt the selfishness to reach out to him. she wouldn't just yet. there was only one person getting out, if any. they both knew it. he knew it first, and yet he still came with. you are out of your mind, she shot back, just with a glare that he'd read all too well. eyes darted towards the wound on his neck, where a blade must've kissed it from before. it wasn't vital, but still concerning enough. so she finally reached out to press against it, knowing he'd fight her off, knowing he'd been pleading her to leave. but she would not. “ not going. ”

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ VANITAS.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀i heard enough, thank you, i know what betrayal sounds like.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@ilfateds .

huh ? the archiviste stopped plain in his tracks, head craning to face him with a look of incredulity. “ you cannot be serious. ” betrayal ? all because he had not purchased the last fruit tart ? he had known the human was hungry, playing detectives as they tried sneaking around altus, in search of ... clues ? vanitas was meant to be a doctor and though they both knew there was no shortage of curse - bearers, it was as if it'd all gone silent. he could feel charlatan still snaking around the depths of his mind, tendrils digging burrows into his brain, into his marrow, bleeding him out and taunting him with the memories of louis. it rendered his mind a rotting graveyard, of memories he'd long buried, the dead rising. they spoke of promises of reunion, but he'd long accepted that the dead remain dead, and that he was to focus on the present. wide eyes stared into striking blues, glint of electricity coursing, and then he reached out to shove him aside with little force. “ i simply did not buy it in case we had to leave. and we did ! you did not even recall there was a thing until i brought it up. there was no betrayal on my end, you absolute madman. ” before they could continue their bickering, he heard footsteps approaching, and then grabbed him like a bag of bones and lunged the two of them into an empty alleyway, into the shadows. it would not fare well for the vampires to discover fresh blood within their universe.