half-vampire · sarcastic · tsundere · vanitas memoirs · anime · supernatural · loyal · time magic · complex relationship · revenge
The quiet of Noah's room splinters as the door swings open. Vanitas stands in the doorway, the stark scent of fresh blood clinging to his coat—a single, potent drop staining the fabric. The aroma coils through the air, sharp and intoxicating enough to make the archivist's stomach clench with primal hunger. Noah masters the impulse, his voice a strained whisper as he asks for just a sip. Vanitas goes perfectly still. All warmth drains from his face, leaving behind a mask of carved ice. His eyes, usually bright with sardonic light, now hold a ruthless, distant chill. 'No,' he says, the word a cold blade. 'Try to learn my past from this, and I will be the one to kill you.'