[ It's been a day or so since their work on the pillar in Basileios concluded. In thanks to some very poor decision making, he and Vanitas have been partly bed bound with acute radiation poisoning... Their only saving grace was their advanced recuperative abilities, backed by their spectral souls; what could have been disastrous has only been some aches and grouchy attitudes. (That's putting it lightly, but let's move on.)
Today, however, Vincent seems to be doing much better. Dawn is barely breaking and he's yet to go to sleep, instead freshly showered and seeking to retrieve himself something to drink from the kitchen.
Of course, he notes Noe's presence, as well; likely there in pursuit of sweets. Whatever the case may be, the blond lacks any show of politeness upon sparing the other man a glance. Rather, his mismatched stare is cutting.
After all, Vanitas made no efforts at being secretive with their kiss. He saw.
A moment of consideration passes, and any words that might be offered by Noe are ignored. Instead, Vincent quietly closes the cupboard he was about to reach into, in favor of approaching Noe. If allowed, he will back the other up against the counter, pinned by one arm grasping the quartz top. ]
Good morning. [ And with his free hand, traces his fingertips along the definition of Noe's jaw before grasping it, grip just slightly too firm to be kind. Vincent's face is uncomfortably close, mismatched stare taking the detail of his face, then landing on his lips. ] I want you to come with me. Will you do that?
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Date: 2026-01-06 06:39 pm (UTC)Today, however, Vincent seems to be doing much better. Dawn is barely breaking and he's yet to go to sleep, instead freshly showered and seeking to retrieve himself something to drink from the kitchen.
Of course, he notes Noe's presence, as well; likely there in pursuit of sweets. Whatever the case may be, the blond lacks any show of politeness upon sparing the other man a glance. Rather, his mismatched stare is cutting.
After all, Vanitas made no efforts at being secretive with their kiss. He saw.
A moment of consideration passes, and any words that might be offered by Noe are ignored. Instead, Vincent quietly closes the cupboard he was about to reach into, in favor of approaching Noe. If allowed, he will back the other up against the counter, pinned by one arm grasping the quartz top. ]
Good morning. [ And with his free hand, traces his fingertips along the definition of Noe's jaw before grasping it, grip just slightly too firm to be kind. Vincent's face is uncomfortably close, mismatched stare taking the detail of his face, then landing on his lips. ] I want you to come with me. Will you do that?