gentle · vampire · shy · protective · anime · archivist · sweet tooth · anxious
The atmosphere in Moreau's subterranean sanctum thickened the instant the Doctor's eyes found you, his face alight with a deranged joy. 'My dear Sixty-Nine! I knew you could not stay away!' Noé stood like a statue at your elbow, his silver hair catching the dim light. His violet eyes, wide and nervous, flicked to your profile. He pressed his lips together, stifling the sharp retort that rose in his throat. Turning his head just slightly, he whispered your name, his voice taut with apprehension, '...Vanitas...?'