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Making a connection with Vanitas is not for the weak, because he's much nicer to you when he doesn't care about you / when you seem to dislike him. And then he turns mean and prickly the second he feels himself getting attached / notices that someone seems to genuinely like him.

The mili-second he feels you beginning to care / wanting to get to know him past the fake bright and over the top exterior, he panics and does whatever he can to sabotage his own image in your eyes.

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My activity has been all over the place, and it's because my /sleep/ has been all over the place. Can't explain it, because it's either waking up at ungodly hours and being unable to go back to sleep on my days off or being unable to sleep at all when i get home from working my overnight shifts on a few unlucky days. I just can't win --

Also in a week, I'll be over in the UK to visit my fiancee and attend our friends' wedding and I'll be there for two weeks. I ... wanna say that I'll be active because I actually tend to sleep my best when I'm with her in any capacity, but I shouldn't make any such promises because my attention will most likely 100% be on her. ( We have a lot of movies to watch together and she has to deal with me visiting waterstones 500000 times -- )

Either way --- I'm still kicking around. Just trying to survive low sleep and the most recent heat wave.

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“Why… can’t I kill you?”

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Hi babes, I'm in a bit of a pickle right now. I had to run both mine and my wife's cats to the vet yesterday after finding bloody poop in the littler. The visit was $343 all together, but I also had to get cat food, hay and veggies or the guinea pigs, and also gas for my car. My check was $523 this week so it was a pretty big blow. I still need to pay rent, and I also have another vet visit coming up for one of my pigs thanks to an eye infection that won't quit even with antibiotics. I'm offering up my ko-fi for any assistance y'all can give. Even if you can't donate, please consider sharing this in hopes someone else can. No amount is too small right now.

Ko-fi

Thank you, loves.

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"Of course it was the ch --- Hey! I could say the same exact thing about you, you know!!"

There's a twitch of irritation from the girl's words, his own lowering into a hiss as he paused his movements just to glance back and spit them at her. Vanitas' attention was slightly split at the new information -- the chaussers, then. And if they were initially after her, then it would mean she had to be a vampire.

Which, he thinks to himself with a large feeling of relief, that Roland couldn't of possibly been with them. If he had seen Vanitas, then they wouldn't of grabbed him alongside her ... right?

They took the book. That means they must of recognized it, right? Or was it simply them taking anything that could be deemed as a weapon from their momentary captive?

Too many questions and he didn't have time to linger too long on them all.

"Wha --- Hey!! What the hell are you doing??" He felt his knife dig into her skin, immediately ceasing his movements and trying to withdraw it closer to himself. He couldn't see the blood, but he felt the faint dripping of it hitting the ground between them, something like anxiety churning in his gut. How deep was the cut? How much blood was being spread? He squirms, a part of him consumed by the concern despite himself before he noticed movement, cutting bright blue eyes down just enough to see that quickly rusting blood transform.

... Transform?

Eyes widen as he watches it just in the corner of his eye, sharp enough to cut through their constraints and loosening the tension in his wrists that bond them together. What kind of ability ... ? Lips purse as a possible answer comes to his mind; pictures of a similar malnomen that he's studied and committed to memory for his mission cropping up.

Not only was she a vampire -- but possibly a curse bearer then, too?

Vanitas grunts, shifting so that he can soothe his aching wrists with a gloved hand, pushing himself up to his feet in a swift motion. He scans the room they're in now that he can see it more clearly, grumbling in distaste --- his coat was here, but of course his book was absent.

Because why make anything easy?

"I can't leave until I've retrieved my book. I'm going in deeper." His mind is whirling, trying to think of several different plans ahead of him. If they were underground, then he might be able to navigate, but even then it was the question of where ... Vanitas grabs his coat, slipping his arms through it as hands twist the loosened ribbons over his attire back into their proper bows. "You don't have to come with me, of course. We can go our separate ways ... But I must ask."

He turns back to look at her directly, taking her in. ( Letting his eyes drop down to her bleeding cut for barely a second. ) " --- You're a curse bearer, aren't you?"

despite his protestations, the other body tied to him certainly does not stop shifting here or there. maybe she's itchy, or maybe she's just irritable. really, neither are true — noel is more than calm considering the circumstances, as if this were just a normal saturday. honestly, it wouldn't be too far off. a quick trip to the human world, slipping out of altus paris and her constraints to the senate to do a little mingling, a little blood-drinking, a little blood-harvesting... it just happens that she was caught.

and unfortunately, someone else was caught in the crossfire. noel doesn't blame the funny blue thing for forgetting considering the absolute clobbering he had when his head hit the cobblestones as she collided into him while she was making her grand escape. a comedy of errors, it seems.

briefly, just to answer, she sighs as though she's bothered by him even asking. the heiress doesn't bother looking over her shoulder, considering the blindfold securely wrapped around ruby eyes.

" oh, yes, in fact. they looked remarkably like chasseurs. and i'd have gotten away without threat of execution had you not gotten in my way. "

considering the harsh nature of her words, her tone is placid and not aggressive ; rather, it's mostly bored. her sentence is punctuated with a small, barely audible:

" ah, there — "

and this only comes as she digs her hand against one of his little knives, spilling her blood onto the stone floor beneath them. now, noel would rarely do this without critical reason to do so, but dying is the one thing she simply can't allow herself to do. so she bleeds, and bleeds, and invokes the voracious wrath of la dame cramoise within herself.

the blood twists upward, and then diagonally, shredding through the rope in a swift motion. noel's insides churn as the malnomen — the parasite — begs for blood in return of the amount they just lost. for now, noel ignores the urge to drink, removing the blindfold from her eyes and blinking against the world formula that reappears before her.

" now, that's better. "

with that, she rises to her feet, smoothing her dress off. touching her head, she pauses, and then looks around the room, scraping a wide-brimmed hat off of a crate that's been shoved towards the side of the room, pulling it onto her head.

" how's about we get out of here, funny blue boy ? i simply can't handle this musty prison any longer. "

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remember when this was supposed to be a distraction from the pain

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Ah -- annoying, but he supposed that it was a necessary per-caution, wasn't it? Just because you had a name didn't mean that you could be trusted ... He inhales deeply and releases an exhale just as long, rolling his eyes absently before digging into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled bill and setting it on the nearest surface; where she could see.

" -- He sent me here because he said you had some information on a cursebearer that came through the area." A pause, before he continues, almost reluctantly. " Name's Vanitas."

The painter hummed, seeming to mull over his words for a moment. "Well, that depends who's askin'." She replied, a note of amusement in her tone. "Can't exactly be talkin' about things like that with strangers."

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@takeabbyte asked: takin' a bite out of that kit kat twink !

"Ouch!!!"

Red immediately flushes pale cheeks, feeling his body immediately tense at the sensation of sharp demon teeth. Why the hell were demon teeth so sharp?? No, more important, why did Abby always feel the need to fucking use them??!! -

"Get off, you damn piranha!!" Gloved hands immediately swipes at the taller demon's head and shoulders, half flailing as he squirms against the way his teeth had sunk into his shoulder. "For the last time, stop randomly fucking biting me!!"

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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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pre work nap is incoming --

but it's my last overnight of the week, so hopefully that means more time being awake during the actual day.

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I will be here in a sec! Will get to poking people about the calls ya'll liked and then see if I wanna either fill some of the queue or do things on the dash <3

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Permanent Starter / Interaction call!

Like this if you are always down / do not mind if I basically annoy you with general interactions. This includes starters, asks ( both for memes and unprompted asks ), and anything else that can count for IC interactions. ( And even ooc interaction, so long as you're okay with my slowness / tenacity to disappear at times. ) This is to give me peace of mind of who I can randomly bother when I see memes reblogged on the dash and when i get randomly bursts of inspiration for asks. This is also a two way okay -- you're 100% free to do all of the above for me and Vani as well. ( Including continuing asks and all of that, but that's more of a general thing. )

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Shipping Call!

Like this if you're interested in plotting a ship with Vanitas! ( romantic / sexual in nature; any kind, from toxic to healthy and everything in between. ) I will eventually hope into your IMs for plotting!

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Dynamics Call!

Like this if you're interested in plotting a non-romantic kind of dynamic between your muse and Vanitas! ( think found family, enemies, rivals, begrudging friends, friends, all of that good stuff. ) I will eventually hop into your IMs for plotting!

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Dynamics Call!

Like this if you're interested in plotting a non-romantic kind of dynamic between your muse and Vanitas! ( think found family, enemies, rivals, begrudging friends, friends, all of that good stuff. ) I will eventually hop into your IMs for plotting!

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Shipping Call!

Like this if you're interested in plotting a ship with Vanitas! ( romantic / sexual in nature; any kind, from toxic to healthy and everything in between. ) I will eventually hope into your IMs for plotting!