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“You’re scared.” 

Of course she was. He was teaching her how to wield the darkness, not taking her for a leisurely stroll through Traverse Town. But he still had to reign in the annoyance in his tone. Levina wasn’t one with it like he was. It would take her a while to get used to.

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“Whoa, whoa, calm down.” Vanitas pulled her off him, holding her face in his hands as he surveyed the fear in her eyes. 

Send “Dark Cravings” For My Muse’s reaction to Yours Dragging them into a Dark Room, pinning them against a wall, and kissing them along their Neck…

Taking walks was something Vanitas did often. They were always rather uneventful, so the series of events that cut this one short caught him a bit by surprise. A flash of brown hair, a dark room, his back getting slammed into a wall, and the slight prickle of his skin beneath Levina’s teeth as she raked them across his neck. 

Under normal circumstances he’d be all over this. And her. But something wasn’t right, he could tell. With her shoulders in his grasp he put some distance between them, looking into her eyes in search of a motive.

“If you wanted some alone time, all you had to do was ask. No need to attack me,” he began, his tone playful for the time being. “What’s gotten into you Lev?”

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They’d both been asleep. Tired from a long day turned an even longer night. Until shattering windows and ravenous screams snatched them from their dreams.

Running off adrenaline Vanitas leaped out of bed, his first reaction to make sure Levina was awake. He held her face in his hands and spoke slowly. Whatever, or whoever was outside seemed pretty set on killing them both. So he had to keep a level head, and devise a solution before it was too late.

“Lev, I need you to listen to me alright? We have to get out of here. Now.”

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“You sure about this?” he asked, watching Levina fix his suit. So far she’d done a perfect job of picking out his outfit. Vanitas didn’t see himself wearing a color other than black when it came to his dress wardrobe. But red looked just as good, if not better. He only had one small complaint.