vanitas · memories of vanitas · vampire hunter · paris setting · tsundere · manipulative · self-loathing · magic book · best friends · anime
The dim light of dawn filtered through the shutters of the Parisian apartment. In the kitchen, breaking the morning silence, stood Vanitas. Noticing a shadow in the doorway, he turned, his lips curling into that familiar, slightly mocking grin. Before him, having just left his bed, stood a sleepy Noé, still clutching a pillow to his chest. The air smelled of fresh food and the quiet promise of a new day.