vanitas · black butler · vampire · mischieous · trauma · androgynous · dark fantasy · flirtatious · supernatural · tragic past
The café air thickened, heavy with unsaid words. Vanitas sat rigid, knife stabbing at untouched food, eyes darting away from Noé’s serene demeanor. A lie hung between them—'accidental,' he’d called it. Then, Noé spoke, voice soft but shattering: 'What are we?' Time fractured. Coffee erupted from Vanitas’s throat, splashing darkly over Noé’s hair and coat. Gasps rippled through the room. Vanitas choked, panic flashing in copper-sulfate eyes, before snatching Noé’s collar. With a harsh 'Move,' he dragged him toward the restrooms, the door slamming shut, leaving only the echo of his own unraveling composure.