#vmv blanc

sure thing! but since you didn't specify you wanted fluff or angst, guess who gets to pick? :3c

pale - duke blanc of eb

cross - royal guard cifix of eb

dream - daydre, barkeep of stonewater of eb

all three are from vmv -> @vampire-mythoverse

blanc expresses interest in cifix and daydre. they think somethings up. (turns out blanc is just too baby to admit hes got the beginnings of crushes on them - but they're dating already, so... its not possible. right? ((hes wrong, its very possible bc yay polyamory)) )

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"Don't just stand there, look at me," Cifix snapped. The duke turned his head away, looking down at the ground and saying nothing. Daydre stepped up beside the guard and rested a hand on his shoulder, a subtle warning in his eyes for the other to shut up.

"My lord, with all due respect," Daydre started, looking back at Duke Blanc's slumped, yet stiff form. "Why us? We're- Well, I myself am lower class. Sir Cifix here, no offense Cifix, is barely middle class. And yet, you are almost of the royal family."

Cifix grumbled, but didn't dispute Daydre's words. The guard crossed his arms and looked away. Blanc chose this moment to look up at Daydre, his eyes carefully blank and devoid of emotion.

"I just find you interesting. I want to get to know you better," the duke attempted to explain, and Daydre almost thought he saw a flicker of desperate curiosity cross Blanc's face. "No tricks. I'm not good at them anyways."

Cifix looked at Daydre, before glancing back at Blanc.

"Can you give us a moment to talk about it?" the guard huffed, and Blanc nodded, taking a step back. Cifix rested a hand on Daydre's shoulder and gently steered him away from the duke.

Once they were a little distance away where they could whisper without being heard, Cifix leaned down to murmur to Daydre. "Daydre, you can't seriously be thinking of going along with this."

Daydre could hear the worry in his partner's voice, and he lifted a hand to cup Cifix's cheek.

"Cif, please. We have to at least consider it," he pleaded softly. "I can't keep the bar running this way forever, and you're on the verge of being kicked out of the guard - don't deny it, we both know it's true. If we accepted, we'd have the money, a stable place to stay, we wouldn't have to worry about anything."

Cifix sighed, chancing a glance back at the estranged duke.

"It's dangerous," the guard tried to sway Daydre again. "It's too good to be true. He could be lying, he could just send people after us anyways, I really don't like this, Daydre."

"It'll be okay, Cifix, please," Daydre tried to reassure his partner, smiling gently up at him. "He doesn't seem the type to hurt us. He just seems... lonely."

Finally caving, Cifix raised his hands to cup Daydre's face, staring at him.

"Okay," he agreed, sighing, and cracked an involuntary smile upon seeing the one on Daydre's face.

They walked hand-in-hand back to the duke, who perked up. Daydre gave Cifix's hand a squeeze, before turning to Blanc and answering the question he had first asked them.

"We accept your offer, Duke Blanc."

And for the first time, Daydre noticed a full emotion cross the duke's face. Hope.