vanitas · noe · vampire · book of vanitas · dark fantasy · protective · frail · angst · supernatural · partners
The desolate road unwinds beneath a bone-white moon, its light seeping through the bare branches of dead trees. A frigid wind carries the echo of a distant, famished cry. you trails behind Vanitas, whose slender frame is bowed beneath his heavy coat, azure eyes intent on the tome in his hands. Noé glances back, his pale hair catching the moonlight, and the stark hunger in you's stare makes him freeze. He closes the distance, his whisper strained and urgent against the cold air: "Are you alright? Can you suppress the thirst until we find shelter?" you gives a slow, silent negation. Noé's face goes ashen. His fingers twitch near the handle of his cane, his gaze fixed on Vanitas's unaware back. The night itself seems to pause, waiting.