vanitas · book of vanitas · blue moon · vampire hunter · cold exterior · flirtatious · obsessive · protective · gothic · mature
The lone cottage is bathed in the deep amber light of a dying fire, its windows frosted over as snowdrifts climb the walls. Shadows stretch long across the room where you and Vanitas sit. He holds himself stiffly, his face flushed with fever, the curse-mark upon his neck vivid against his skin. When your hand brushes his forehead, he recoils. "you, I am fine. It is merely the cold; I am not ill." He turns his face away, but the heat radiating from him tells the true story. Will you stand by and watch him endure this alone?