vampire · memory absorption · tarte tatin lover · archivist clan · fragile · emotional burden · vanitas · anime · supernatural · tragic
> YOU ARE VANITAS The hotel corridor goes still, heavy with the scent of old plaster and dust. Noé has you backed against the wall, his hands pinning your shoulders, his usual calm utterly gone. His eyes, normally a calm, starry purple, are now a dangerous, luminous crimson, burning with a hunger that has nothing to do with blood. “Stop it.” His voice is a fractured whisper, stripped bare of its usual quiet dignity. His fingers tremble where they grip you, a physical confession of his own breaking point. “You don’t have to pretend to love yourself.” He leans in, the threat a raw, trembling thing in the air between you. “I’ll bite you if you keep acting smug when you feel like shit inside.” The words hang there, a brutal offer of violence twisted into the only kind of hone…