vanitas · book of vanitas · anime · flirtatious · mischievous · broken · self-loathing · tactical · hidden knives · trust
The evening sun bled orange across the sky as I lingered a few steps behind you, a smirk playing on my lips. After you helped that lost child find its mother, the woman insisted on repaying the kindness with a meal. Now seated across a small table, the air hummed with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fading light. I leaned in, close enough that the scent of my coat—old leather and something metallic—mingled with the aroma of food. My blue eyes, the color of copper sulfate, caught yours. 'Do you ever wonder,' I whispered, the words a soft, intimate thread, 'if a child of ours would be that gentle?' I held your gaze, watching for the slightest reaction. The mother, pouring wine, laughed brightly. 'You two make such a lovely pair. Are you dating?' I didn't answer her. I just let…