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Jeanne and Dominique from Vanitas no Shuki (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) When I saw this photo I just HAD to draw them like that! First of all Domi and Jeanne are OTP (as Vanitas and Noe are) and they should have ended up together! (✿◡‿◡) But I know my delulu will not become trululu so this is how I cope OAQ Other: Commission info Vanitas and Alice Vaninoe

VaniJeanne <3 Jeanne is Ellevishh

“I can’t believe I would run back to you again...”  

The night was silent. The waves were gently caressing the beach and the sea was bathing in the blue moonlight. There were not clouds at all, they would have stained the beautiful, dreamy night that felt like a fever dream.  

She was holding her chest while opening her corset to breathe. Her parasol was ripped, the dress she was wearing was torn half off and she was panting heavily. Her feet were stained in the sand, she had not worn shoes at all.

“Jeanne.”

He stood there, calm as the ocean, his eyes glowing bluer than the milky way. His presence was ethereal, nothing she’d ever seen before. In her eyes, he didn’t seem to be the same selfish man anymore – no, he looked like an angel in this indigo night with eternal silence. The sound of waves calmed her down as she tried her best to not think about him any further, but she knew she would not leave now.  

He turned around to see her and smiled widely. Sudden butterflies filled Jeanne’s stomach, not those fluttering little ones but huge birds that would make her vomit of feelings. Yet, she dared not look away.

“It’s nothing, I just... had something important to tell you”, she gulped, staring at those starry eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, damn human.”

And he laughed; there was nothing funny about it, but he laughed his angelic laugh again. She looked away in embarrassment.  

“You know, Jeanne”, the way he pronounced her name made her heart stop, “you’re so pretty in this moonlight.”

Her eyes flew open as she stared at him again. Something burned her cheeks, as if someone had just thrown fire into them, and she felt her legs chaining herself to the sand. He took a few steps closer and reached his hand out to touch her soft, rosy cheek, but she shook him off.  

“Sh-shut up, human...” she muttered. “I don’t like you; you should know that by now...”

“But you do like my blood, right, Jeanne?”

And he was right. She desired his blood more than anything else in this world. The soft scent was the sole reason she was here, she tried to tell herself, and she would not need anything more, ever. Only his blood would satisfy her eternal thirst.

“Yes, I do”, she whispered. “That is... why I am here.”

He cupped her chin on his fingertips and turned her to look at him, she could not hold the butterflies anymore. His eyes were intensely locked at hers and for a moment, she got lost in that azure heaven.

“Then, you shall have it”, he said with a smile, revealing his bare shoulder.

She had not planned it at all. That was not the reason she was here, and what if she lost control? She should have not even mentioned it, but now that he was offering it for free, she could never refuse. Or maybe it was the reason she had arrived... at this point, she wasn’t even sure anymore.

In a second’s thought, she bit him. He let out a soft moan as her teeth pierced his flesh, and that voice made her want him even more. His blood – it was delicious, bittersweet, filled with rose petals and angels’ laugh, and she wanted it more. And more, and more. She couldn’t stop herself, even though he was moaning a bit louder, she didn’t want to stop.

“Ah, Jeanne...” he gasped. “That... feels so good, actually.”

She felt warm touch on her back as his arms wrapped gently around her, pulling her closer. And she knew she had to stop now, now was the right moment. She couldn’t control herself either way.

He looked at her messed up face and the blood on her lips and smirked. And she couldn’t help but look back at him.  

“Damn you, Vanitas”, she murmured.  

For a moment, he looked surprised. “You called me by my name, Jeanne.”

She blushed crimson red again. He was still holding her tight, so close that she could have almost kissed him if she had wanted to. And deep down, she did want it.

“Vanitas”, she repeated. “I’m not here for this, I... I’m here to tell you an... urgent matter.”

He caressed her cheek so lovingly she was stunned to speak again. He would not let her go, and she would not confess her feelings now. She would not do that. She couldn’t seem like an easy woman. But no, she couldn’t help it; she had fallen for him, way too much and way too deep, like the ocean at night. So dark and mysterious, and no one was waiting for her in the bottom.

“What is it then, Jeanne dear?”  

Her heart was beating out of her chest as he spoke. She tried to contain her feelings and look at him with a professional look, but soon the feelings would overthrow this logical state she was in.

“Don’t look at me like that”, she whispered softly.

“Like what?”

“Like that”, she said again. “You’re making me nervous, Vanitas, almost as if I'd want you to kiss me.”

She regretted it the second she said it and closed her eyes in embarrassment. In a sudden, she felt an angelic force on her, she saw a rose garden, she felt the soft petals falling on her as she felt the first euphoria she had ever felt. Something soft and sweet, like a peach, or a sip of cherry wine, scent of old books.  

Vanitas backed away from the kiss, and she looked at him again, now she could not contain anything anymore.

“I love you, Vanitas”, she gently said. “I... really... always loved you, somehow.”