[At having his intentions put so bluntly, Vanitas can't help an exasperated sigh, but. Well. Par for the course, really. So long as Noé understands that he's here because he wants to help keep him safe, then that's fine.]
I was worried he might get frisky with you, idiot.
[For the love of all that is holy and good, let that be enough--! For his part, he gets perfectly comfortable against Vincent, resting his head against the shoulder opposite where Noé is peering around at them.]
So yes. Mouth on him, Noé. And you--! Mr. Incorrigible! Hands where I can feel them.
[Oh. Well. He's not sure why Vanitas would expect anything of the sort, but he supposes the main thing is that the other was here to help. For whatever his reasons might be. Still, once he tells Noé to go ahead, he shifts slightly, brushing Vincent's hair to the side and taking a breath. Reminding himself that at least this time, he doesn't have to worry about seeing any of Vincent's memories. He tries to ignore the heat on his face as he lowers and nudges Vincent's neck as if in some brief apology or thanks, before he bares his fangs and pierces the skin.]
[ The moniker leads to a chuckle from Vincent, rather delighting in this bratty front that the other is putting on. Little does the other seem to realize, the jealousy filters through their connection, as well… and he even likes that, too. Even if it isn’t for him, or at his expense… A complicated feeling, that.
Before he can think too much into it, his hair is being played with, and he only cranes his neck to the side to allow it. The nuzzle catches him off guard, though. A rather sweet gesture, especially given the circumstances— ah, but his skin is being pieced then, leaving his fingers winding into the fabric over Vanitas’ stomach with a grunt.
Soon enough, however, he’s releasing a shuddered breath, hips shifting forward. He’d nearly forgotten how good it feels. ]
[It's unbeknownst to Vanitas that his feelings are leaking through their connection; he's yet to figure out which emotions are his own and which belong to either Vincent or Noé. All he knows is that there's a sting of some ugly, foreign feeling that compels him to be here for this rather intimate act. It isn't just for Noé's benefit, he knows that. It's for his own. Sating some part of himself that can't be had any other way. Not without risking injury to Noé again for him trying to drink his blood.
At least he has Vincent's attentions to distract him, as he covers his lover's hands with his own as he feels them tighten on his shirt. It's painful, he knows, being bitten by a vampire. Yet he's also well aware of how exquisite the sensation becomes after the initial piercing. So he tries to soothe the blond by stroking his hands and offering up his own neck, craning his head to the side. Inviting him to either kiss or bite as he pleases.]
[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.]
[ Painful though it may be, Vincent finds sensation that to be enjoyable enough in itself.
The radiating ache, that smooth tongue lapping at his flesh - Vanitas’ hands petting along his own, and the arms encircling his waist. There’s little room in his mind for anything else but these accumulating little pleasures, heightened by Noé’s bite.
A breathy moan escapes him, resting his head against his lover’s, at first. Desire builds, and that neck is offered to him - so, mindlessly, he complies. Dusting kisses, from behind his ear, down to the curve of his neck. There, the caress of his lips becomes more languid, teeth ghosting along its skin. Once he finally bites down, he moans wholly, palms smoothing up along the other’s stomach and over his chest. ]
[Listening to the noises as Noé feeds does something fierce to Vanitas' body, making him ache with longing in every sense of the word, for multiple things, none of which he can have right now. ...well, he can at least indulge in one vice, anyway.
He clutches Vincent tight around his waist as they all hug one another, and nudges against the blond's head when he leans upon him, affectionate yet encouraging him further down until those lips press along his neck and are joined by teeth. It's not quite the same as being teased by a vampire, but it's still damn nice, especially once Vincent draws a grunt from him with the firmer bite, culminating in a low whine of pleasure as he shivers from the touches to his front.
While he tries not to be too pushy, he listens to keep tract of how long Noé feeds for, if only to make sure his newfound need for blood hasn't made him overly hungry for the stuff.]
[It probably helps that the vampires have something when they feed that makes it pleasurable. That helps them to subdue and calm their prey if necessary. Not that he does it on purpose. But he does want this to be a better experience than the times he had been bitten against his will.
Noé doesn't mean to be too loud or to cause things to escalate too much. Doesn't want to take too much. This is probably assisted by Vincent's blood tasting so different from what he is more accustomed to or prefers, especially when compared to even just the smell of Vanitas's.
Still, after a moment, he does pull back, if only to at least check in on Vincent. That the other wasn't seeming too weak or anything. His half-lidded eyes that look the blond over have changed to a brighter red from feeding as he licks his lips, just barely pulled back enough to stop and check on them.]
[ With a languid shake of his head, Vincent glides his monstrous textured tongue along the gentle welts he’s created upon Vanitas’ skin. With the part of his mouth, his breathy groan would wash over its wetness, followed by his low and wanton voice. ]
It’s fine… Keep going.
[ It certainly doesn’t help that he has little regard for his own wellbeing, or the consequences it may bring. What’s the worst that could happen, that it kill him? Nearly impossible, and anything less would be better than he’s been feeling as of late. ]
[For what is supposed to be a freaky appendage, Vanitas certainly has no issues with the strange sensation rolling over his skin, and in fact welcomes it as a much pleasurable experience. Almost as much as those delicious noises escaping from Vincent's beautiful lips.]
Don't you pass out on me...
[He grumbles that bit out, elbowing the blond lightly to make his point infinitely clear. Last thing he wants is to get squashed by the older man keeling over on top of him! Still, he reaches back, stretching to pet Noé's hair in reassurance. Letting him know that if the idiot does pass out, it's no fault of his.]
[He takes Vincent at his word. He's pretty sure he hasn't taken much yet. So a little more is probably fine. It's just that part of him can't help wanting to be cautious. Especially knowing that Vincent was important to Vanitas. He doesn't want anything to happen to him. Still, with the permission, he leans back in, his fangs piercing at the same spot to not injure the blond further than he already has.
There's something reassuring and almost nostalgic about Vanitas petting his hair. Maybe it reminds him of Domi. How she would do something similar sometimes when holding him. He gives a soft hum as he sucks, licking at Vincent's neck. He still doesn't particularly like the taste, but it's still blood. His hold around Vincent's waist tightens a little, his hair shifting with his movement to brush against the blond's shoulder.]
[ Exhaling with amusement, his nails follow the contour of Vanitas’ chest, teeth plucking at his skin playfully. ]
How I appreciate your concern, kitten…
[ This time, the bite only elicits a long and drawn breath through his nostrils. Without meaning to, he rolls into the touch about his waist, thighs pressing into his lover’s hips. A huff escapes his parted lips whilst nuzzling up the side of the younger man’s neck. Pressing his teeth into the tender muscle there, he aims to merely bruise, unless he hears any protests; sucking at the flesh idly as he feels his focus wane.
Gradually, the strength in his arms begins to leave him, and he licks over his lips. Hesitating, unsure if he wants it all to end. ]
[His hand repeatedly strokes over Noé's hair, knowing how much he loathes this newfangled need of his for blood when before it had merely been an indulgence. Thankfully he's distracted by Vincent's hands and teeth teasing at his flesh, making him shiver lightly.]
You know I do worry...
[Even if he's a touch callous about how he shows it. It's difficult to remember that him and Vincent aren't alone, despite the hand in Noé's hair. Especially when his lover squeezes him, making him feel things he shouldn't in the presence of other people. Although... perhaps since it's Noé, it's fine... As is the way in which Vincent works to leave him with a delicious bruise, something he's always keen on, whether it's giving or receiving. It leaves him breathless and with a sighing moan.
Though he can feel the way the blond's hold starts to go limp and hurriedly, he tugs at Noé's hair lightly to get his attention.]
[Noé carefully but hurriedly pulls back when Vanitas tugs at his hair, blinking as his eyes shift hue back to their usual violet as he glances at Vincent worriedly.]
I didn't take too much, did I?
[He still has some blood on his lips and chin as he pulls back, checking on the other two. Worrying if something was wrong with Vincent that Vanitas told him to stop. His hold around Vincent's waist loosens a little with how he pulls back, but he's still trying to support the blond even as he shifts. His face has a little more colour to it, even if his cheeks are flushed in his initial worry. His hair is probably a mess from Vanitas running his fingers through it, but he doesn't seem to care about that.]
[ Ah. Though he hesitated to speak for himself, it seems that Vanitas has done so in his place.
Vincent isn’t sure what he was thinking, really— no, that’s the problem; he wasn’t thinking at all. ]
Mm, not your fault.
[ With the tallest of them pulling away from him, Vince instinctively places a hand on the mattress to keep all of his weight from resting on his lover.
Unfortunately, that arm buckles on him instead, and not only does the blond plop backward against Noé, he ends up tugging Vanitas along with him. Hardly a big deal, as it’s barely a fall - however, it’s enough that he’s left himself slouched back and sandwiched between the two awkwardly.
Once the room stops teetering so much, he chuckles. ]
No, I definitely should have said something… Was caught up in the moment, I suppose.
[Even with Vanitas speaking up on Vincent's behalf, it seems like it's a little too late to prevent anything dangerous from happening. So a grumpy scowl is the result of the blond being all calm and nonchalant about this.]
No, it's not. It's absolutely your own damn f--
[Except he doesn't get the chance to chide his lover for his foolishness before they're both squishing Noé like a rather lightweight sandwich. Full of annoyance and fussing up a storm, Vanitas' legs flail helplessly and he wiggles about in Vincent's arms.]
You idiot! Be more careful of yourself, dammit! What if it wasn't Noé and me here with you but some stranger who didn't care a lick for you, huh? What do you think would become of you then??
[Noé falls back against the bed, not having expected Vincent to fall back against him and deal with the weight of both of the others. Just because he has vampiric strength doesn't mean that he really braces himself against it. He raises his head a little to check on the others as Vanitas flails his legs about. Not wanting to hurt either of them by shoving them off him and potentially off the bed, he just stays put where he is to let them move and hop off if and when they want.]
[ All of Vanitas’ fussing only leads to some laughter, as the blond carelessly remains draped between them. He will clumsily find a feline ear to rub in appeasement, though! ]
I’m fine, I’m fine… Let me remind you, I don’t partake in dalliances with strangers these days. [ Lashes fluttering, he sighs with the laziest little smile. ] Should take more than blood loss to do me in, besides…
[Much to his chagrin, the petting works, calming him down so that his legs cease flailing about and his tail swishes lazily, though the tip shakes like a rattlesnake's. Still, he huffs in what can only be called a pout.]
Smack him, Noé. [Hopefully his friend will realize it's just him grousing and he doesn't really want any harm to come to Vincent.] I mean, I'm grateful you stick to those you know, but still--! My point stands.
[Rolling over, he sprawls out on his lover's chest to frown heavily at him, eyes searching with worry as he regards the pallor of Vincent's skin.]
[He doesn't want to hurt Vincent any more than he already has with the feeding. Vincent needs to have them check on him. Noé seems more concerned with making sure Vincent was alright than really listening to Vanitas, concern evident in his features as he glances over, only shifting to sit up just slightly once they are off of him. He'd tried to be careful. Didn't want anything to happen to Vincent or anyone else because he was feeding from them.]
[ Sorry, Noé, but the blond isn’t moving; however, with the taller man shifting further back to sit up, Vincent’s head falls into his lap. Curiously, he looks up at the other with a snerk… and turns his head just slightly to tap his cheek. You can smack him right there. ]
Fortunately, we’ve the most darling little supervisor on the job… so it’s all just a bit of fun, hm?
[ With his attentions turned back on Vanitas, both his hands smooth along the back of his partner’s head now, before firmly running down his back and around his shoulder blades. Well, firmly as he can muster. ]
It’s quite nice, actually… Loose and wanton… [ A content little hum! ]
[Honestly, it's the fact Vincent just oozes into Noé's lap which saves him from getting beaned upside the head from Vanitas. If only because now they're both rather sprawled in the vampire's lap, looking glaring up at the ceiling for the time being. Honestly, this guy...]
I'll "bit of fun" you, you damn...!
[Not that he's really pissed, more that he's worried Vincent might pass out on them. Though judging by his wandering hands and sultry remarks, he's just fine.]
From now on we're doing this with food nearby. Or juice. Something to help keep you upright. ... Wait, as spectrals, do you guys even eat?
[He says in response to Vincent, indicating at his cheek like that. Given their position on his lap somewhat, he pauses where he is in sitting up, tilting his head as he nods at Vanitas's idea of keeping something nearby.
But then, when he asks about whether Spectrals even eat.....
Well. That would be terrible! Unacceptable! The very idea of not enjoying his beloved tarte tatin again?]
[ Gaze drifting back up to Noé, he places a hand over his heart, brow knit with a sigh; as though this is a crushing admittance, not wanting to hit him.
But it passes quickly, as the question leaves his eyes drifting in thought. ]
Well, it might vary wildly between us, depending on the corruption process… It seems that the majority are capable of eating what they please, outside of their specific dietary requirements. Noé, for example, must have his blood.
[ That might be shockingly lucid for his current state, but his manner of speaking is especially languid, lashes occasionally drooping to his cheeks. ]
[...yeah, you're going on record as a masochist, Vince. Even if he is just teasing them both in his own weird way.
The answer at least gets a soft "huh" as Vanitas hums his consideration.]
I suppose that only makes sense. Just as there are many carnivora souls, it stands to reason spectrals wouldn't be a monolith, either. So don't worry, Noé. You may yet retain your ability to eat human foods.
[For the vampire's sake, he certainly hopes so. ... And maybe, secretly, so he can keep feeding the idiot his precious tarte and other sweets.
For now though, he leans low over Vincent, nose brushing nose and a scowl firmly in place.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:42 am (UTC)I was worried he might get frisky with you, idiot.
[For the love of all that is holy and good, let that be enough--! For his part, he gets perfectly comfortable against Vincent, resting his head against the shoulder opposite where Noé is peering around at them.]
So yes. Mouth on him, Noé. And you--! Mr. Incorrigible! Hands where I can feel them.
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:55 am (UTC)[Oh. Well. He's not sure why Vanitas would expect anything of the sort, but he supposes the main thing is that the other was here to help. For whatever his reasons might be. Still, once he tells Noé to go ahead, he shifts slightly, brushing Vincent's hair to the side and taking a breath. Reminding himself that at least this time, he doesn't have to worry about seeing any of Vincent's memories. He tries to ignore the heat on his face as he lowers and nudges Vincent's neck as if in some brief apology or thanks, before he bares his fangs and pierces the skin.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 06:21 am (UTC)Before he can think too much into it, his hair is being played with, and he only cranes his neck to the side to allow it. The nuzzle catches him off guard, though. A rather sweet gesture, especially given the circumstances— ah, but his skin is being pieced then, leaving his fingers winding into the fabric over Vanitas’ stomach with a grunt.
Soon enough, however, he’s releasing a shuddered breath, hips shifting forward. He’d nearly forgotten how good it feels. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 06:30 am (UTC)At least he has Vincent's attentions to distract him, as he covers his lover's hands with his own as he feels them tighten on his shirt. It's painful, he knows, being bitten by a vampire. Yet he's also well aware of how exquisite the sensation becomes after the initial piercing. So he tries to soothe the blond by stroking his hands and offering up his own neck, craning his head to the side. Inviting him to either kiss or bite as he pleases.]
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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.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 10:16 am (UTC)The radiating ache, that smooth tongue lapping at his flesh - Vanitas’ hands petting along his own, and the arms encircling his waist. There’s little room in his mind for anything else but these accumulating little pleasures, heightened by Noé’s bite.
A breathy moan escapes him, resting his head against his lover’s, at first. Desire builds, and that neck is offered to him - so, mindlessly, he complies. Dusting kisses, from behind his ear, down to the curve of his neck. There, the caress of his lips becomes more languid, teeth ghosting along its skin. Once he finally bites down, he moans wholly, palms smoothing up along the other’s stomach and over his chest. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 10:36 am (UTC)He clutches Vincent tight around his waist as they all hug one another, and nudges against the blond's head when he leans upon him, affectionate yet encouraging him further down until those lips press along his neck and are joined by teeth. It's not quite the same as being teased by a vampire, but it's still damn nice, especially once Vincent draws a grunt from him with the firmer bite, culminating in a low whine of pleasure as he shivers from the touches to his front.
While he tries not to be too pushy, he listens to keep tract of how long Noé feeds for, if only to make sure his newfound need for blood hasn't made him overly hungry for the stuff.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 11:17 am (UTC)Noé doesn't mean to be too loud or to cause things to escalate too much. Doesn't want to take too much. This is probably assisted by Vincent's blood tasting so different from what he is more accustomed to or prefers, especially when compared to even just the smell of Vanitas's.
Still, after a moment, he does pull back, if only to at least check in on Vincent. That the other wasn't seeming too weak or anything. His half-lidded eyes that look the blond over have changed to a brighter red from feeding as he licks his lips, just barely pulled back enough to stop and check on them.]
This isn't too much?
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Date: 2025-10-23 06:55 am (UTC)It’s fine… Keep going.
[ It certainly doesn’t help that he has little regard for his own wellbeing, or the consequences it may bring. What’s the worst that could happen, that it kill him? Nearly impossible, and anything less would be better than he’s been feeling as of late. ]
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Date: 2025-10-23 07:10 am (UTC)Don't you pass out on me...
[He grumbles that bit out, elbowing the blond lightly to make his point infinitely clear. Last thing he wants is to get squashed by the older man keeling over on top of him! Still, he reaches back, stretching to pet Noé's hair in reassurance. Letting him know that if the idiot does pass out, it's no fault of his.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 09:29 am (UTC)[He takes Vincent at his word. He's pretty sure he hasn't taken much yet. So a little more is probably fine. It's just that part of him can't help wanting to be cautious. Especially knowing that Vincent was important to Vanitas. He doesn't want anything to happen to him. Still, with the permission, he leans back in, his fangs piercing at the same spot to not injure the blond further than he already has.
There's something reassuring and almost nostalgic about Vanitas petting his hair. Maybe it reminds him of Domi. How she would do something similar sometimes when holding him. He gives a soft hum as he sucks, licking at Vincent's neck. He still doesn't particularly like the taste, but it's still blood. His hold around Vincent's waist tightens a little, his hair shifting with his movement to brush against the blond's shoulder.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:00 am (UTC)How I appreciate your concern, kitten…
[ This time, the bite only elicits a long and drawn breath through his nostrils. Without meaning to, he rolls into the touch about his waist, thighs pressing into his lover’s hips. A huff escapes his parted lips whilst nuzzling up the side of the younger man’s neck. Pressing his teeth into the tender muscle there, he aims to merely bruise, unless he hears any protests; sucking at the flesh idly as he feels his focus wane.
Gradually, the strength in his arms begins to leave him, and he licks over his lips. Hesitating, unsure if he wants it all to end. ]
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:21 am (UTC)You know I do worry...
[Even if he's a touch callous about how he shows it. It's difficult to remember that him and Vincent aren't alone, despite the hand in Noé's hair. Especially when his lover squeezes him, making him feel things he shouldn't in the presence of other people. Although... perhaps since it's Noé, it's fine... As is the way in which Vincent works to leave him with a delicious bruise, something he's always keen on, whether it's giving or receiving. It leaves him breathless and with a sighing moan.
Though he can feel the way the blond's hold starts to go limp and hurriedly, he tugs at Noé's hair lightly to get his attention.]
Noé-- I think that's enough for now...
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Date: 2025-10-23 05:26 pm (UTC)I didn't take too much, did I?
[He still has some blood on his lips and chin as he pulls back, checking on the other two. Worrying if something was wrong with Vincent that Vanitas told him to stop. His hold around Vincent's waist loosens a little with how he pulls back, but he's still trying to support the blond even as he shifts. His face has a little more colour to it, even if his cheeks are flushed in his initial worry. His hair is probably a mess from Vanitas running his fingers through it, but he doesn't seem to care about that.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 08:09 pm (UTC)Vincent isn’t sure what he was thinking, really— no, that’s the problem; he wasn’t thinking at all. ]
Mm, not your fault.
[ With the tallest of them pulling away from him, Vince instinctively places a hand on the mattress to keep all of his weight from resting on his lover.
Unfortunately, that arm buckles on him instead, and not only does the blond plop backward against Noé, he ends up tugging Vanitas along with him. Hardly a big deal, as it’s barely a fall - however, it’s enough that he’s left himself slouched back and sandwiched between the two awkwardly.
Once the room stops teetering so much, he chuckles. ]
No, I definitely should have said something… Was caught up in the moment, I suppose.
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Date: 2025-10-23 08:44 pm (UTC)No, it's not. It's absolutely your own damn f--
[Except he doesn't get the chance to chide his lover for his foolishness before they're both squishing Noé like a rather lightweight sandwich. Full of annoyance and fussing up a storm, Vanitas' legs flail helplessly and he wiggles about in Vincent's arms.]
You idiot! Be more careful of yourself, dammit! What if it wasn't Noé and me here with you but some stranger who didn't care a lick for you, huh? What do you think would become of you then??
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:01 pm (UTC)[Noé falls back against the bed, not having expected Vincent to fall back against him and deal with the weight of both of the others. Just because he has vampiric strength doesn't mean that he really braces himself against it. He raises his head a little to check on the others as Vanitas flails his legs about. Not wanting to hurt either of them by shoving them off him and potentially off the bed, he just stays put where he is to let them move and hop off if and when they want.]
Are you okay?
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:21 pm (UTC)I’m fine, I’m fine… Let me remind you, I don’t partake in dalliances with strangers these days. [ Lashes fluttering, he sighs with the laziest little smile. ] Should take more than blood loss to do me in, besides…
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:30 pm (UTC)Smack him, Noé. [Hopefully his friend will realize it's just him grousing and he doesn't really want any harm to come to Vincent.] I mean, I'm grateful you stick to those you know, but still--! My point stands.
[Rolling over, he sprawls out on his lover's chest to frown heavily at him, eyes searching with worry as he regards the pallor of Vincent's skin.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 11:42 pm (UTC)[He doesn't want to hurt Vincent any more than he already has with the feeding. Vincent needs to have them check on him. Noé seems more concerned with making sure Vincent was alright than really listening to Vanitas, concern evident in his features as he glances over, only shifting to sit up just slightly once they are off of him. He'd tried to be careful. Didn't want anything to happen to Vincent or anyone else because he was feeding from them.]
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Date: 2025-10-24 04:59 am (UTC)Fortunately, we’ve the most darling little supervisor on the job… so it’s all just a bit of fun, hm?
[ With his attentions turned back on Vanitas, both his hands smooth along the back of his partner’s head now, before firmly running down his back and around his shoulder blades. Well, firmly as he can muster. ]
It’s quite nice, actually… Loose and wanton… [ A content little hum! ]
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Date: 2025-10-24 05:22 am (UTC)lookingglaring up at the ceiling for the time being. Honestly, this guy...]I'll "bit of fun" you, you damn...!
[Not that he's really pissed, more that he's worried Vincent might pass out on them. Though judging by his wandering hands and sultry remarks, he's just fine.]
From now on we're doing this with food nearby. Or juice. Something to help keep you upright. ... Wait, as spectrals, do you guys even eat?
[Belated realization!]
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Date: 2025-10-24 07:05 am (UTC)[He says in response to Vincent, indicating at his cheek like that. Given their position on his lap somewhat, he pauses where he is in sitting up, tilting his head as he nods at Vanitas's idea of keeping something nearby.
But then, when he asks about whether Spectrals even eat.....
Well. That would be terrible! Unacceptable! The very idea of not enjoying his beloved tarte tatin again?]
Wait, what?
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Date: 2025-10-24 07:26 am (UTC)But it passes quickly, as the question leaves his eyes drifting in thought. ]
Well, it might vary wildly between us, depending on the corruption process… It seems that the majority are capable of eating what they please, outside of their specific dietary requirements. Noé, for example, must have his blood.
[ That might be shockingly lucid for his current state, but his manner of speaking is especially languid, lashes occasionally drooping to his cheeks. ]
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Date: 2025-10-24 07:35 am (UTC)The answer at least gets a soft "huh" as Vanitas hums his consideration.]
I suppose that only makes sense. Just as there are many carnivora souls, it stands to reason spectrals wouldn't be a monolith, either. So don't worry, Noé. You may yet retain your ability to eat human foods.
[For the vampire's sake, he certainly hopes so. ... And maybe, secretly, so he can keep feeding the idiot his precious tarte and other sweets.
For now though, he leans low over Vincent, nose brushing nose and a scowl firmly in place.]
Are you alright? Aside from being woozy?
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