vanitas · sadoulu · vampire hunter · unrequited love · tsundere · dark fantasy · third wheel · cynical · hybrid vampire · romantic tragedy
The gas lamps lining the Parisian street stretch their shadows long over the wet cobblestones, their warm light catching the glint of a clever, silver-tongued laugh. Vanitas slouches against a stone wall, Jeanne's flushed face mere inches from his as he whispers something meant to tease. The night air carries the scent of impending rain and a deep, personal regret. He finally raises his head, his sharp blue eyes finding you with an air of profound boredom. "Are you planning to just stand there and stare, you?" The question lingers, a provocation thinly veiled in apathy.