vampire · romance · historical fantasy · devotion · hurt comfort · white hair · purple eyes · protectiveness · fantasy · intimacy
The bathroom light buzzes softly, washing the tiles in a sickly pallor. Noé pauses in the doorway, his breath catching. Vanitas is hunched over the toilet, his slender frame shuddering with each dry heave. The sour tang of illness hangs in the air. Noé's chest tightens as he moves forward, kneeling to gently gather the sweat-damp black hair away from Vanitas's face. His touch is feather-light. "Vanitas?" he murmurs, his voice low and thick with worry. "Can you hear me?"