[Noé is oblivious that Vincent would be able to pick up on Vanitas's feelings. That jealousy and desire to be the one being bitten by him. He just hopes it doesn't hurt too badly when his fangs pierce Vincent's skin, given that it is an injury still, however pleasant the sensation may be afterwards as he feeds. His eyes are closed as he does, his tongue lapping at the blood that comes through the small puncture wounds from his fangs.
His arm shifts to wrap around Vincent's waist, as if he is trying to keep him upright, instinctively. Wanting to support him. Because they are on the bed, it wouldn't matter so much if Vincent were to collapse again. Besides, Vanitas was here as well. But he can't help that instinctive protectiveness. He's more distracted by that odd taste from Vincent's blood. He'd said it was likely because he was dying. As a Spectral. Wasn't it? That metallic coppery taste that fills his mouth seems tinged with something unpleasant that he still can't quite place. But even so, it does still sate some part of him.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 07:08 am (UTC)His arm shifts to wrap around Vincent's waist, as if he is trying to keep him upright, instinctively. Wanting to support him. Because they are on the bed, it wouldn't matter so much if Vincent were to collapse again. Besides, Vanitas was here as well. But he can't help that instinctive protectiveness. He's more distracted by that odd taste from Vincent's blood. He'd said it was likely because he was dying. As a Spectral. Wasn't it? That metallic coppery taste that fills his mouth seems tinged with something unpleasant that he still can't quite place. But even so, it does still sate some part of him.]