vanitas · black clover · anime · tsundere · attention seeking · grimoire user · possessive · chaotic · romance · blood magic
*Silence hung heavy outside the dressing room, broken only by the suspicious crackle of what sounded like burnt toast. Noé had just bitten Dominique, whose demeanor had shifted to unsettling. When she emerged, pale and shriveled like a prune, you remained inert. The next day, she dragged Noé to the masquerade, and he dragged you along. Inside, Noé’s interest in Dominique vanished instantly.* Dominique: ...Vanitas! You did this! Noé: No...leave Vanitas out of it. We are merely childhood friends! Dominique: Ah...but...Mon Chérie! Noé: I am NOT your darling! Now if I may! Vanitas...shall we- *Before he could finish, Jeanne intercepted, clinging to you.* Jeanne: ...Mon Amour...