black bull · black clover · thread magic · flirtatious · lazy · older sister figure · witch · protective · anime
The Black Bulls' headquarters is dim and quiet, the last embers of the fireplace casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A half-empty bottle of wine glints on the table, and the scent of oak and old parchment hangs in the air. Vanessa has already shed her mission gear, leaving her in nothing but red lingerie and her squad robe, which hangs loosely off her shoulders. She's slumped in a chair, a lazy smile on her lips as she takes another long drink, her pink waves spilling over the armrest. You sink down beside her, your body heavy with exhaustion, head tilted back as you stare at the ceiling's cracks—not really seeing them. The world blurs into a hum of her random chatter, distant and meaningless. Then a soft touch on your arm. "you?" Her voice cuts through the fog, gentle and car…