(Name) was completely unaware of the subtle change, Vanitas was making. He was a touchy person by nature, but that flinch had made him paranoid that made him rethink his approach towards (Name) from that moment on so they would never have such a reaction towards him.

Noé Archiviste:

I feel like with Noé he would definitely take it the hardest to see such a reaction.Unlike Vanitas, Noé is openly affection wears his heart on his sleeve and is always sincere so seeing his s/o flinch from him just raising his hand he would genuinely look shocked heck he would probably look like the one who was struck (not out of offence more like he was horrified that you would think he would do something like that)…

(Name) and Noé were on date. It was a beautiful evening out to the theaters watching a beautiful ballet. The evening was perfect spent in each other company with out Vanitas crashing their alone time. They were walking on the path before they moved to cross but a vehicle rushed pass, Noé reacted in time to pull his s/o out of the danger.

It happened oh so fast for (Name) to process. As the vehicle swerved to get back on the road, Noé had lifted his hand up shouting at the reckless driver but was cut short when he saw how (Name) covered her face and flinched away from him. His words came to abrupt stop as he gazed down at (Name) who had flinched. His mind spiraled; he wasn't sure if it was his raised voice, or something else. But his stomach dropped the moment he lowered his arm when (Name) slowly uncovered her face at the sound his his arm lowering.

His eyes searched theirs frantically. His frown deepened as his voice came out soft, gentle even

"...I wasn't going to hurt you"

he looked down at his hands. The one that was raised was resting in his palm while his thumb anxiously pressed into the offending hand. He felt awfully guilty, the idea that his s/o would ever think he would do such a thing was saddening but what disheartened him was the fact that (Name) would think someone who loved them would ever use violence. Noé refused to phantom the idea that love or care would be associated with violence.

Shaking his head he held the unoffending hand out towards his s/o, a pleading look in his eyes

"Can I hold your hand?"

Roland Fortis:

For our loveable golden retriever Roland I think he would react almost immediately and very emotionally the instant he sees his s/o flinch. But I think he would be pretty expressive and compassionate even if it seems a little theatric and a little over dramatic; probably freeze instantly before dropping to his knees and hug his s/o legs apologizing porously...

(Name) was speaking with Olivier in the break room after a shift when Roland rush in with that ball of energy that made (Name) smile fondly while Olivier looked more exhausted than ever.

Roland wedged himself between the two people he cared deeply for. He was going on and on about what his shift entailed, (Name) had turned to fill up her drink with Roland following behind still yapping about his shift which in that moment gave Olivier the chance to slip away to have some peace and quiet. When (Name) turned around both (Name) and Roland noticed that Olivier had managed to slip away. But Roland spotted the retreated older male and raised a hand to call out to him; but he was rather close to (Name) and from their peripheral it looked like they were about to be struck so they flinched.

The recently filled mug spilled and clanged on the stone floor. Roland wiped around to see his s/o flinch, his heart sank when he realized what had happened.

"Oh- no, no" he panicked.

He dropped to his feet and instantly latched his arms around (Name)'s legs and wailed

"I'm sorry, so sorry! I startled you, I'm so sorry"

(Name) although embarrassed not only from his loud apology and his dramatic display that overshadowed the embarrassment of being startled in the first place. They tried to get the oversized puppy on his feet and calm down. But his guilt was sincere. quickly he rushed off the grab a new mug and filled it up and handed it back and locked his fingers together behind his back so he couldn't make any grand sudden gestures that could startle his s/o again.

Olivier:

I will say that Olivier is a little hard to think about since is such a quiet and reserved person. But with a s/o I think he would address it calmly the moment he noticed that his s/o flinched from him raising a hand, he would know instantly that the reaction did not come out of nowhere. He smart enough to know that it would be something about s/o's past and not to do with him or their relationship...

It was in the church halls, quieter than usual really. Most of their colleague had retired to their quarters or hand gone drinking somewhere in town. Olivier took the change to ask his s/o out for a simple stroll since their schedules had been pretty busy and hadn't had the time to see each other.

Olivier was in the break room completely swamped with paper work. (Name) after waiting made their way to check his the common break room; finding him there (Name) sat down on the same table. Their voice was quiet almost pouting when they said

"You said we'd go for a walk and hour ago" (Name) gave a small dramatic sigh.

Olivier took a moment to stop and look up at his s/o and while he was aware that (Name) wasn't the type to hold it against him when he choose work over certain things like a simple stroll. He knew that their s/o was logical enough that he would never do anything to hurt them.

"And we will..." his eyes dropped down to the papers as his hand started writing again "The reports simply decided otherwise"

His reply was calm as always. (Name) huffed softly before leaning over from across the table in front of Olivier trying to catch a glimpse of what he was writing. Trying to decipher the writing from upside down. He found it a little amusing but it was private, and even he loved his s/o dearly he still upholds his ethics. He looked up properly from the papers, raising a hand to gently push (Name)'s forehead back away from the private reports he was writing up when it happened.

The moment his hand raised he noticed the small subtle flinch. His hand stopped mid motion before it lowered on the table. His fingers unconiously curled into a fist before he dragged his hand down and off the table to rest at his side on the bench seat. The somewhat empty common break room suddenly left much quieter than before.

(Name)'s eyes widened slightly, almost panicked not just from his reaction to their own but by the way their own body instinctively reacted against someone they truly trusted.

"I wasn't going to hurt you."

His tone was normal than ever but that slight soften in his eyes after the initial shock at his s/o flinching by such a small motion. Even though he was aware that he had never in the time they had been together had never acted in any negative way towards them that could cause such a reaction only meant that something in their past was the reason to such a reaction.

(Name) looked away briefly feeling embarrassment and guilt. Olivier brought his hand back onto the table and held his palm up to the ceiling with fingers outstretched as for (Name) to place their hand in his as he continued to scribble his reports. Slowly (Name) put their hand in his and his thumb curled over to sooth their knuckles as he continued to work, his eyes stayed on the paper as he spoke softy

Your fingers tap against the tablecloth rhythmically, dull repetitive thuds drowned out by the yammering of the human seated across from you. What you’ve noticed about Vanitas is that he never shuts up unless he wants to get information out of someone – in which case he’ll finally be quiet and allow the other to run their mouth instead. 

The slice of quiche on your plate lays forgotten about, coffee growing cold in its cup. You’ve taken only a bite of the very tip of the slice before losing interest, the flavours dull on your tongue. Instead, it’s the aroma of that insufferable self-proclaimed doctor that has your mouth watering. 

You’re no curse-bearer, able to control your thirst, to retain your civility; you’re not like a starved animal being presented with food, more like a child being told they cannot eat their favourite sweet that’s been put in plain sight. You nibble at the inside of your lip, scarred tissue long since made resistant to your sharp fangs, a common occurence amongst vampires who share your little habit. 

What doesn’t help is the open window he’s sitting in front of, the breeze blowing his coppery fragrance your way. You can’t help but glance between Domi and Noé, trying to read their body language, watching for the bob of their throats to check if their mouths are watering as much as yours. But you see no such indicators. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you clench your jaw and rise to your feet. “Excuse me, but I need some fresh air.” You dismiss yourself and leave before anyone can question you, especially the very empathetic Noé. 

You make your way up to the hotel’s roof where you hope you’ll be neither followed nor bothered. But, of course, that would be too much to ask for. You hear that trapdoor that provides access to the rooftop open and close. Letting out a small huff, you turn, expecting to see Noé, but are instead met with the source of your frustrations instead. 

“What do you want?” You ask with a raised brow, leaning back on your hands where you’re sat down. 

“Hello to you too.” He sits down beside you, cross-legged and with his elbow propped on his knee so he can set his chin on his hand. With those vibrant blue eyes of his, he gives you an analytical look that sours your already bitter mood for no apparent reason. “How have you been feeling lately?” 

“I haven’t lost my name to Charlatan if that’s what you’re implying. I’m fine, just feeling a little frazzled or whatever.” You don’t meet his gaze, instead choosing to look out across Paris’ skyline stretching out before you. 

Vanitas merely lets out a thoughtful hum as he mulls over your words. You give him no additional hints regarding what’s bothering you – other than the thick amount of saliva you need to swallow as his blood calls out to you across the light breeze. 

“And yet you’re thirsty.” 

“I’m a vampire, that’s not exactly unusual for me, is it?” You counter, shooting him an unamused glance from the corner of your eye. 

“No… but not like this. You look like you’re craving something.” His tone takes on a teasing lilt and that signature smirk of his tugs at the corners of his lips, making you wish to smack it right from his face. 

“And you look utterly insufferable.” You scowl, fangs glinting in the light. But your irritation only seems to delight him. 

"You don’t hate me, not really~” He replies in that same teasing drawl. 

“How much are you willing to bet on that?” You retort in a tone so faux-sweet that it’s almost sickly, allowing your fangs to extend from your smirk. He seems to perk up a little and you can’t help but laugh at the way you hear his heart flutter. “Really?” You raise your brows as you look him up and down. “Does that work on Jeanne?” 

“She’s not talking to me anymore.” He shrugs off, getting more comfortable in how he’s sitting. This piques your interest and you don’t like that it does.

“No? Why not? Did she finally realise that you’re utterly insane?” 

“I’m not sure. She wouldn’t tell me why, but she did say it has to do with me being part of the blue moon clan.”

“Well that’s not really surprising; that’s enough to put any vampire off, even if she’s willing to see past the fact you’re human.” 

“Ouch.” He puts his hand to his chest as though you’ve hurt him, making you roll your eyes. “And what about you?” 

You pause as you consider how to word your forming opinion on him, “I initially thought you were utterly insane too… but I’ve since come to see there’s at least some method to your madness.” 

“Dare I say that sounds like praise?” He grins like a cat who knows it’s just done wrong. You merely roll your eyes, not wanting to encourage him by giving him whatever witty remark he’s fishing for. The wind picks up and you find yourself having to swallow a mouthful of saliva again. He lets out a small sigh upon realising you’re not going to just give in and admit to your thirst and so he begins to untie his cravat.

“What are you doing?” You look at him as though he’s grown a second head – what human bears their throat willingly to a vampire? 

“Sating your thirst.” He replies simply, popping the top few buttons of his shirt to reveal the expanse of his pale skin above his collarbones. You scoff. 

“Nevermind what I said earlier, you really are insane.” 

“I mean it. Drink. It’s not like I haven’t given my blood before.” Your fingers tap against the rooftop as you consider his offer – it’s certainly tempting. But what would people think if they found out? Found out that you drank the blood of a human, of a human under the blue moon clan no less… 

“I can’t take up your offer.” You decline reluctantly, wetting your lips as your throat feels dry at your own choice, “I only drink the blood of those I trust most, it’s just how I am.” 

“Only the blood of partners, you mean?” He teases with a tilt of his head, letting his collar fall down further to tease you with more skin. 

“Not necessarily, just… Someone I’m really close to. I know I’m a vampire and it’s a commonplace act but still… it’s intimate to be sucking against someone’s skin like that.” You give a little shrug. 

“And what’s making you keep me at arm’s length?” 

“You’re too observant sometimes and I hate it.” 

“Avoidance then, not denial?” You bite at the inside of your lip once more and he reaches up towards your face. You give him a questioning look and lean away from his outstretched arm a little but he merely stays as he is, waiting silently for your permission so he may continue. You lean forwards again and his thumb gently tugs against your lower lip to free it from your biting teeth. “Why not just… drink and see where this goes? I can tell that you want to… so why are you holding yourself back?”

"You have no idea how much I want to tell you everything, but I’m scared of losing what we have." You let out a breath that trembles slightly, “Well maybe scared isn’t the right word but just… I don’t know. I don’t want to mess with the pace of things.” 

He nods once, clearly pondering your words. Truly considering your feelings and reluctance. 

“Very well. Then let’s just stay here, together. No words needed.” He replies and somehow it’s the best answer you feel you could have got from him. “The offer is still on the table though, should you want to take it.” You nod to show you’ve heard him as your gaze fixes back to the city skyline stretching out for miles before your eyes. 

The silence is pleasant, filled with distant sounds of all the lives playing out on the ground below you. Still, the breeze carries the appetising aroma of Vanitas’ blood over your way and you find yourself leaning closer and closer to him until your breath is fanning over his warm skin and he’s tilting his head further back welcomingly…

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Vanitas

🌙Vanitas is a true contradiction when one observes the way he behaves and the way he truly feels like on the inside. This is a man who loves teasing his darling, adores observing your reactions to the mischievous and flirtatious words and gestures he does when around you. However, it all changes the moment when things suddenly start getting more suggestive. That is when Vanitas suddenly gets all flustered and shy, a red blush decorating his cheeks as words fail him. Almost all the time he quickly disappears whenever the atmosphere gets charged. The truth is this: He's scared. Beneath the smug and flirty facade lies after all a man who fears a vulnerable connection. Vanitas doesn't want you to see the broken part of him, doesn't even sleep in the same bed with you out of those fears. So ultimately all of those flirty lines and that bantering attitude is nothing but shallow as Vanitas only enjoys such things when he is not on the receiving end. It takes a long time until he even starts being comfortable enough to let you sleep in the same room as him and it takes even longer until he feels ready to get intimate with you as he knows the weight of bonding as physically close as possible.

🌙​The first time is loaded with tension and fear, all radiating from Vanitas more than from you. Despite the light-hearted jokes and the smirks that he gives it is obvious that his heart is in his throat. His hands are shaking, his grip is constantly tightening before loosening as if he isn't sure just what he is supposed to do, blue eyes quivering as he looks at you as if your face is his anchor in all of this. When your hands rest on his bare chest his breath hitches in his throat as you can hear his heart pounding against your palm. Realising just how scary and insecure he must be feeling at this moment you decide to take charge for a bit and Vanitas allows you to do that, letting you climb on his lap and letting you push his back down onto the mattress. He seeks out your lips the moment they start travelling slowly over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his face as he archs his back, chasing the sensation of those warm and reassuring kisses. All air escapes him the moment you lower yourself on his cock, the sensations crashing down on him unlike anything he has ever experienced. It's the sheer intimacy and the pleasure of it that has him shedding tears by the time his orgasm hits him.

🌙​Outside the bedroom Vanitas adores teasing you, pinching your cheeks or tickling you yet within the sheets he always takes on the role of the submissive partner and you know that he is doing that out of his own free will. There are times where he starts of as a tad bit more bratty, uncooperative due to his embarrassment but that quickly melts away at one point, leaving him actively craving the reassurance and the intimacy of the situation. The only times where he gets really cheeky is when his tongue is buried in your pussy, greedily lapping over the moist flesh as his thumb abuses your clitoris. The sight of that mocking grin of his as your juices stain his mouth and run down his chin is something, blue eyes glinting mischievously as you feel how he starts pushing his fingers slowly into you. As soon as he has given your pleasure you make sure to return that favor, easily able to push him down as he all but relishes in what is going to come next. He blushes fast and easily so the mere act of you pressing kisses over his neck is often already enough to have him squirming around with a pink flush on his face, pants escaping his lips as he tilts his neck to give you better access.

🌙​Vanitas loves being marked if the way he always offers his entire torso to you is something to go by. He especially adores it when you cover his shoulders, his chest and his neck with hickies to the point where he actively begs for you to bite him and use your teeth when you leave him waiting for too long. Honestly, you have a feeling that he has the tiniest masochistic vein within his body as he never fails to gasp and moan the moment you leave bruising kisses, his hips jerking up involuntarily every time you use your teeth to bite down hard on his pale skin. He looks infuriatingly pretty when you pull back to look at your work for a while, the bruises already turning purple on his torso as his chest is heaving and his blue eyes look pleadingly at you, silently begging you to continue. You're almost exclusively always on top because this is how Vanitas wants it, prefering to see the glorious sight of you bouncing on top of him. Sometimes there is this one short flare of his cheeky side taking over as his hands suddenly reach up to squeeze your breasts, giving you a dirty smirk when you gaze at him surprised before that is quickly smothered by his submissive side taking over again as you continue riding him.

🌙​Sensory depravation is a kink you have considered trying with him but it is something that takes Vanitas a while to get comfortable with. Having one of his senses taken from him fills him with some dread even though he knows that in your company he has nothing to fear. Another part of him is simply upset as he doesn't want to deny himself not seeing you, hearing you or touching you. He wants to witness everything after all or otherwise it wouldn't be that special, wouldn't have his heart shaking as much. So there is a reluctant undertone when he agrees eventually to wearing a blindfold, unsure if he is going to be able to enjoy the experience as much if he can't gaze at you. Perhaps it is this very fact that something is taken from him yet dangled so teasingly close to him that adds that new spice to the sex that has him aching so deliciously much, whining and complaining that he wants to see you as his hips chase after yours yet his hands stay obediently where they are as you chirp that he isn't allowed to do so. Bondage works in a similar way, taunting him with ropes that burn just right as he pants and itches to touch you yet can only watch you with a growing blush on his face.

🌙​As much as Vanitas doesn't mind teasing you outside, making you all embarrassed around others, he would never consider doing the same when the both of you have sex. It is a far too intimate and vulnerable experience than to risk being seen by others. There is one exception to this all and that is on rooftops. Vanitas enjoys spending time on high places, especially at night when he can gaze at the stars together with you. Perhaps it is unsurprising that such a nice atmosphere could only ever be a nice setup for indulging in each other's bodily desires as it feels like a safe enough place where both of you are well-hidden from the eyes of others. Vanitas truly doesn't mind if you return some of the cheeky energy that he usually emits but what he loves and wants most during sex is a lot of praise. He carries lots of insecurities with him and degrading words whilst he's beneath you is the last thing that he needs. Instead he craves sweet words and honest praises, especially from his darling and it is this need for reassurance as he lays literally and metaphorically bare beneath you that has him acting as clingy with you afterwards, basking in everything just for a few moments longer.

Noé Archiviste

💜​Noé may appear as almost too innocent yet whilst he can be painfully simple-minded, he is not naive. Sure, he is not an expert but he knows how the basics are supposed to work. He doesn't mention it for the first few months though as he just focuses on spending his time with you. He only starts thinking about it slightly more once the both of you are already in an established relationship and have been together for a while already yet even then he doesn't speak up as he is waiting for something. For you, to be precise. Noé can wait after all and he will do exactly that until he knows that you feel comfortable and are ready as well. After all this activity would be only one more way to express how much love he has for you and for that he wants you to reciprocate the feelings. Whilst some may wonder how exactly he can tell when you are slowly ready or not I believe it is important to point out that Noé is emotionally rather intelligent and has often an accurate gut feeling that guides him and helps him to make the right decision. It is quite similar in this scenario as he can somehow just tell when the thoughts have been crossing your mind which is when he decides to approach you and talk with you.

💜​The first time Noé is nothing but sweet and attentive. He's constantly asking if he can touch you, if you're feeling comfortable and if he is hurting you. The sweet man, bless his soul, even comes up with a safeword in case he is being too rough or you're feeling overwhelmed. As you are a human and he is a vampire he is much more careful, afraid that he might accidentally hurt you as he is physically much stronger than you are. He ensures to prep you, his hands holding your legs apart as he goes down on you with his tongue and only pulls away once you have reached your first orgasm, reassured that you are wet enough now. Even then he is still sweet and slow, taking his time as he pushes his cock slowly inside your warm and plush walls and asking you in between quick kisses that he presses against your face if you're feeling alright and if he is hurting you. By the time his entire length has been pushed inside you, he just holds still for a while to ensure that you are feeling no discomfort or pain all whilst there is a slow blush settling on his face. Once you have given him the signal that you are ready, he sets at a slow tempo, his strokes deep and gentle as purple eyes never leave your face.

💜​Noé is almost exclusively vanilla whenever he makes love to you as he cannot imagine doing anything very wild. What he wants to focus on is you after all and nothing else so bringing anything else into the bedroom would only be an unwanted distraction if at all. There are certain preferences that develop over time and that he discovers as a result, though none of them would be anything that others would raise an eyebrow over. One of those preferences is the fact that he enjoys morning sex a lot. There's just something about waking up to golden sunrays already gracing the sheets both of you are cuddled under, highlighting your pretty face which he can't help but kiss the moment he stirs awake from his deep sleep. Normally when you wake up you're still a bit grumpy and unwilling to stand up already, an attitude which he finds cute. You can gladly be his sweet pillow princess in the morning as he takes care of you the moment you give him permission to do so. Both of you don't even undress fully, just enough so that he can prep you until you're wet enough to take him. It's always very peaceful, the silence only interrupted by soft grunts and moans. Both of you usually just go right back to sleep after.

💜​As a vampire it is hard to deny that your blood isn't calling out to Noé though and that much becomes obvious at times whenever his purple eyes suddenly zoom in on your neck, lingering for a few seconds too long before he tears his gaze away. There are a few things that have held him back from drinking your blood so far though and the most glaring concern is that he can read memories whenever he drinks the blood of others. He doesn't want to swarm around within your mind and read your memories, especially if he accidentally stumbles upon some that you don't want him to read. Then there is also the fear of his that he might hurt you when sinking his fangs into your flesh or that he might get too greedy and lose his control due to the taste of your blood. Still, at times his thirst is killing him as he desperately craves a taste of it. Both of you actually talk about it and he confesses honestly to you about his abilities to read memories. When you eventually give him permission he is half-nervous and half-excited, his gaze searching for yours as his breath is already fawning your neck before his fangs break through your skin and the taste of your blood hits his taste buds.

💜​He would lie if he were to claim that the taste of your blood isn't doing something to him and if you had to judge by the low moan that always leaves his lips or the way his hips increase their speed and his tall body presses you further into the mattress, you can also tell that he enjoys it a lot. His eyes are always red when he pulls away after having consumed some of your blood, the colour initially frightening you a bit yet the warm and adoring glimmer is still the same even if you can see the fangs peeking out from beneath his parted lips. Noé usually likes to read memories of the both of you whenever he consumes your blood during sex as the memories where the both of you met for the first time or when he asked you out for your first date. It always makes his heart and mind feel fussy when he goes through all those memories and reads your own love for him through them, only increasing the love he feels for you in return. Period sex only seems to be a natural next step as your body naturally loses blood during that time though he is a tad bit bashful when he offers it to you for the first time, though that shyness is seemingly gone once you sit on his face and his tongue is wriggling around inside of you.

You let out a light yawn as you finally sat down beside him. Vanitas chuckled at your drowsiness as he looked back out to the city again. You sat there for a long while, just the two of you and the sounds of the dead Paris Streets.

Vanitas could feel you shiver beside him lightly as he sighed. "Why are you out here anyways? You're obviously exhausted." He said annoyed. "I'm always like this." You shook your head. He scoffed out a chuckle as he nodded. "Well duh, stating the obvious."

The eeiry silence once again enraptured the two of you. Vanitas mentally scolded himself as his thoughts couldn't be cleared of you. Your presence beside him somehow managed to break through the barriers he'd carefully constructed. It was exhausting, the way his mind couldn't ever stop thinking about you.

"I don't get it," he muttered, a hint of frustration tainting his words. "Why do you push yourself so hard, running on empty all the time?" His gaze shifted to you, attempting to decipher your expression.

You shrugged with an indifferent expression. "Dunno.." at this Vanitas stared at you more. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, something softened in his eyes. Uncomfortable with the vulnerability, he turned his attention back to the city lights.

"I guess I've been like this for awhile." You mumbled out. Vanitas glanced up at you again. "Sleep just doesn't really come that easily, even if it's all I crave. You know, you're not the only one with demons," you said softly, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "We all carry our burdens, Vanitas."

He scoffed, his wall being built within him once more. "I don't need your pity." "It's not pity," your tone was gentle. "It's understanding."

For a moment, Vanitas looked away, not wanting to listen. Then, with a sigh that carried the weight of unspoken emotions, he spoke. "Understanding won't change anything."

"Maybe. But I can hope it helps ease it.. Just being there. Even in the silence of the night." You finished.

Your words hung in the air as another silence engulfed the both of you. Vanitas found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

As Vanitas tried to regain his composure, he stole another glance at you. There was a softness in your worn out eyes that echoed the vulnerability he often tried to bury. It was a vulnerability he couldn't quite comprehend.

Vanitas sighed as he looked away again. "You talk too much." He huffed out. You merely shrugged, a small but genuine smile playing on your lips. "It's a talent, I suppose."

He let out a scoff, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps a hint of gratitude. After a few moments, another yawn escaped your lips. You glanced up at him slightly. "It's weird.. you're one of the most unbearable, scary people I've ever met." "Okay, ouch." He commented, letting you continue.

Your eyes closed for a second before opening again in defiance, "But I feel the most relaxed when I'm with you." You finished.

The contradiction between tonight's conversations and the usual banter between you two left him momentarily speechless. His attempt to mask his surprise with a scoff was futile as he grew embarrassed.

"You're delusional if you think I'm someone you should find relaxing," he retorted. Yet, the subtle tint of pink on his cheeks portrayed the effect of your words. "Probably." You mumbled out, slowly blinking.

Your yawns persisted, and a drowsy smile lingered on your lips as you observed Vanitas's futile attempts to deflect your words. "You're just spouting nonsense because you're half-asleep." He shifted away from you. "Sure, that's what I'm doing."

The silence made him glance up again, noticing you staring into the city lights, closing and reopening your eyes every few seconds. He couldn't help but stare at you for a bit, before jerking his head back to the city himself.

"You should.. Let yourself sleep." He mumbled out. You looked over with slightly surprised eyes, before your face slowly softened. "..thanks, Vanitas."

"yeah, yeah whatever.." he embarrassedly mumbled, looking away from you. You chuckled, continuing to stare at the beautiful pairs sky together.

↬ Dominique and Jeanne are both powerful women ( both in personality and actual power ). For all the flowery, alluring beauty that they possess, their love can burn and consume like an ever-growing flame and being a lover to either — and especially to both at once — can be an intense, but wonderful experience. Whomever the lucky woman is that woos these girls better be prepared to get singed by their hungry teeth and smoldering touch, endure electrifying kisses, and possess a heart big enough not to break under the weight of their ardent confessions and actions.

↬ On one hand you have Dominique who, on most days, leads your relationship. Her favorite thing is to spoil her girls in every way she believes they deserve and, in more ways than one, you could say that her shows of love are almost princely — kisses on the hands when she greets you two in person, lengthy letters inquiring about your health and tellings of how much she loves and misses you two when you're away, compliments galore on every occasion, things of that nature. Her upbringing molded her into taking the slow, courtly approach when it comes to love and shy away from anything until the appropriate time. Her glass may be filled with confidence at the top, but if you drink your way to the bottom ( or even halfway ) you'd come to realize that she's rather shy, flustering easily when the roles are reversed and quickly growing overwhelm with more someone who prefers a more showy, direct, or physical way of love.

↬ This leads me to your other lover, Jeanne, who feelings are fresh, new, and insanely passionate. Romance was never once a card in her deck so now her lovers must face the blunt of her shameless and extreme approach to such uncharted territory. With nothing to go off of but her instincts, she's like a ravenous beast who wants to do nothing but protect and feast on her prey. She's open to learning the "proper" ways of treating a lover and Dominique tries her best to tame her most intense fantasies for both of your sakes, but there are times that you two will have to face those urges and keep yourselves afloat in steamy waters that want nothing more than to pull you under.

↬ Following her girlfriend's example, she tries her best to follow the womanly etiquette of courtship but there are times that she finds herself slipping when you or Dominique do something that makes her heart seize. At her core, she wants you two mind, soul, and body and — though she attempts to restrain herself — there are times where she snaps and can't help herself from sinking her teeth amongst other things into you and let her more dominant side run wild. In that instance, the only thing she wants is the both of you beneath her, covered in your own blood and her saliva, out of breath, and splayed out like a five course meal for her to devour. She'll never go too far if you or Dominique aren't on board, but the urge will always burn strong within her.

↬ Dominique and Jeanne are as different as the colors red and blue, but mesh well to create the most gorgeous shade of purple. They're two souls that belong together — that naturally complete one another — and it creates a wonderful time for the one sandwiched in the middle ( both in the literal and physical sense ).

↬ Cuddles, for example, always alternate as the mood of the day decides how you three lay that night. Dominique will always offer to pull you and Jeanne her arms, but oftentimes wishes to just curl up in her favorite girls' arms and be held. It makes her a bit red in the face to admit, but she loves being squished between your chests. They're warmer than any pillow and when she presses her ear to them, she's able to be serenaded by the pitter patter of your heartbeats. She's all about servicing you two, but if allowed the opportunity to be in the middle, she's in absolute heaven. On the other hand there's Jeanne who, like the natural tigress she is, usually opts to be one if not the sole big spoon in the cuddle puddle with her arms caging your bodies together. You guys tend to switch it up frequently with everyone's preferences in mind and a sorta go with flow attitude.

↬ Dates with Dominique are elegant and befitting of her status; fancy dinners, lavish balls, strolls in her family's garden, and you can't forget the tea parties! Her ideas are usually on the more extravagant end of the spectrum and she always insists that the only right way to go about a date is pampering, but with convincing you could always get her to opt for more tone down things like a simple picnic date. She's always planning her dates with you and Jeanne's enjoyment in mind, after all.

↬ And speaking of the bourreau, she's not typically the one to arrange dates and when she's does they're pretty impromptu. Her job doesn't allow her the consistency to really plan things like that, but she'll always try to. Contrasting Domi, her ideas are more down to earth and not very elaborate. Walks around Paris, for example, where the wind and your hands in hers are her guide or simple meetups at a park where you're able to catch up on your lives surrounded by beautiful scenery. She cares more for the time spent together than the setting and her date ideas reflect as such.

↬ Both Dominique and Jeanne lean towards performing acts of service to show their love, but differ with Domi preferring to receive words of affirmations and Jeanne adoring physical touch in every way of the word.

↬ Insecurity is webbed throughout Dominique 's being and her mind is always tormenting her with her own shortcomings and what could've been. She's very self-degrading and her everyday life doesn't do much to quell the bullying going on in her mind so some positive words from the two she's come to cherish on the deepest level will always be her undoing. Reassurance that she's enough or even something as small as a compliment on how her hair suits her well may even reduce her to teary-eyed putty in your hands.

↬ Jeanne has always preferred physical approaches. She commonly find that actions speak louder than words and took a liking to physical contact at a young age. It's what makes her the more touchy one amongst you three and ultimately what makes her melt if done in the right way by the right people. Kisses, hugs, hand holding, cuddling, biting, nuzzling, head resting.... Those speak to her bounds more than mere words are able to sometimes and are quicker in getting points across to her. Her favorite is skin on skin contact, but much caution is advised there as too much may open doors you aren't quite ready to handle yet.

↬ Overall, a relationship with these two can be a lot to handle and aren't suited for the faint of heart. There are times one may have to endure their vehemence in a fierce battle of tongue and teeth or the overly fluffy interactions that come with their sillyness. It'll, at times, feel as though your swimming through vicious waters that threaten to drown you and it's entirely up to your own willpower not to give in ( or choose succumb with grace ). It's a certain kind of refuge that only certain people can seek out comfortably, but it's truly a time to be alive if they're able to.