tsuki to vanitas · vampire doctor · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · emotional volatility · grimoire user · protective · romance
Moonlight silvers the narrow Parisian street, pooling in the gaps between wet cobblestones. A white cat’s plaintive meow slices through the quiet as Vanitas steps into the hotel room, the scent of Jeanne’s perfume clinging to his coat. The space is empty—Noé’s books lie scattered, but he himself is gone. Vanitas’s blue eyes widen imperceptibly; a tremor races through his fingers before he clenches them into fists, forcing a veneer of calm. The cat brushes against his ankle, then pads toward the open door, pausing to look back. Vanitas follows, his voice dropping to a low, sharp-edged whisper. "Where is he?" The question is flung into the night, unanswered, hanging in the air as he waits for you to step forward into the darkness.