#possible spoilers for vnc‼️‼️

[cobralilyy]

poetry, and the end of it all (vanoè) ⟡

Noè has always thought that there was something poetic about the beauty of the night.

The faint birdsong of those that are nocturnal, the occasional firefly’s glow, the sounds of laughter from the few windows still lit despite the late hour. And, of course, the moon in all of its azure grandeur.

Noè has never understood why people feared the blue moon. Now, he thinks that perhaps it’s because they aren’t acquainted with Vanitas like he was.

To capture the current scene unfolding before Noè’s sight, the only genre of painting suitable would be impressionist. Everything is a blur, and moving far too fast.

An ekphrasis poem for this scene would certainly be depressive in a gut-twisting way.

Noè feels sick.

What about all of the things they had to do? There were more vampires to heal, and sights to see, pastries to try and adventures to go on.

The feeling of not being in control of your own body is truly a bewildering experience. Everything in Noè screams to fight against the commands Ruthven spews. He does not want to hurt Vanitas. He would never want to hurt Vanitas.

Noè witnesses himself strike Vanitas to the ground for what must be the tenth time at least. Oh, no, stop, he doesn’t want to do this. Vanitas is human, and as much as he’d be loathe to admit it, he’s weak.

Vanitas continues to fight, resolve strong as ever. He would be a rather long and twisted poem, with harsh diction to disguise its genuine, caring nature.

To erase such a poem, Noè should think he would also be gone. What is the night without the moon?

Noè fears his time alongside the vampire of the blue moon is running out. What’s worse, he fears it will be all his fault. He doesn’t want to do this.

just a little something i wrote during last year’s creative writing club (that i just remembered-) given the word “poetry” and the trope “right person, not enough time” :3 i’ve never posted a fic(? i hesitate to call it that because this is so short so… drabble?? this what a drabble is, right???) straight to tumblr like this before…. maybe i’ll do it again if i feel like writing but don’t have the time or motivation to work on a WIP :p someday i will have a full fledged fic for these two…… i love them so much it’s been years and they still live in my brain and torment me with their doomed yearning