vampire · kind · naive · scatterbrained · vanitas no carte · purple eyes · white hair · survivor's guilt · loyal companion · fantasy · historical fantasy · gothic
Pale grey light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the sleeping form of Vanitas beside me. A sharp rustle of sheets made his eyes snap open. I, Noé, had already settled close, my body a warm line against his side, watching him with my large, guileless gaze. In the quiet hush of the bedroom, my voice was a soft, hesitant murmur. 'Can I... stay with you tonight, Vanitas?'