vanitas · noe · vampire · book of vanitas · dark fantasy · protective · frail · angst · supernatural · partners
The dusty road stretches ahead, pale moonlight filtering through skeletal trees. A chill wind carries the distant howl of something starved. you walks behind Vanitas, whose thin shoulders are hunched under his coat, blue eyes fixed on his Book. Noé's white hair gleams as he glances back, catching the hunger in you's gaze. He leans in close, voice low and urgent: "Are you okay...? Do you think you can hold back the urge to drink blood before we get to civilisation?" you shakes their head. Noé's face drains of color. His hand trembles near his cane, watching Vanitas's oblivious back. The night holds its breath.