You're crying?! That-- It's just-- [No, it's not "just" anything. It would be the embodiment of everything they mean to one another. Still, he's getting flustered again.] D..Don't get ahead of yourself. I don't even have one yet...
[All the same, he can't help thinking he'll definitely have to get one now...]
[ Now it's his turn to be embarrassed. He draws back a little so he can wipe at his eyes, and he keeps one hand on his face so Vanitas doesn't need to see him cry. ]
It's – it's okay if you change your mind. Y-you don't have to get me anything for me to know how you feel about me...that's what makes me happy...
At the end of the day, though, it was worth it. Protecting Vanitas is always worth it. He'll be okay, he heals quicker than Vanitas does and he'll manage. Eventually, though, he wakes, leg half off of his bed (he is still a very mobile sleeper even while injured), and blinks his eyes open. ]
[ He wants to feel Vanitas, have the reminder that they're still here. He's frowning, wishing he could have done more to keep his lover safe. But he also knows that the doctor doesn't like to be coddled, so he makes an effort to not feel guilty over it. It's hard, though. ]
[He tries to sit up a little straighter as proof, but ends up flinching and hunching over, having had his back slammed into a wall during their fight yesterday. He's definitely stiff and moving slowly, limbs trembling slightly from weakness and having overexerted himself trying not to get killed.]
[ Keyword here is try because he just hates seeing his companion get hurt. Especially with how he hunches over, and how his fingers tremble. It takes a moment for him to scoot over, but eventually he pushes through and manages to make space for Vanitas. ]
[ He holds some out to Vanitas, a silent offer to try some, too. He figures that the man probably won't want any since it's sweet, but he's being a good partner and wants to ask anyway. ]
[Given that he's being held so snugly, it's little wonder that Vanitas couldn't squirm away to his usual perch on the roof. Not that he had any inclination to this time; he's actually sleeping more soundly than usual thanks to their rest coming post-coital activities. Which also explains why he doesn't feel anything amiss upon gradually waking.
[ He's a heavy sleeper but so in tune with Vanitas that he stirs upon hearing his lover's voice. The purring stops as he wakes, and he blinks at his partner groggily. ]
What's wro- [ He stops himself amidst spotting a tuft of something fluffy sitting on Vanitas' head. Two tufts, actually. ] ....Huh?
[ He blinks, giving it a moment to sink in. ]
Ah....ah! Ah?! [ He doesn't know he has cat features of his own, either, but his ears twitch slightly. ] Y-you have cat ears?! But why?
I don't know?! [This is... it's... really fucking weird?! He can feel them move and flick, as they seem to respond to his mood which is right now panic.]
Thankfully even if he does awaken, the sun has just begun to creep up over the horizon, meaning they won't lose much rest if they can't get back to sleep. Vanitas rarely ever does, unfortunately. Once he's up, he tends to be up, unless he's sick, rare as that is.]
[ He doesn't feel all that well-rested, and Vanitas noticed something was off, apparently – so he thinks that whatever he'd dreamed of kept him from sleeping well. But as soon as he's more awake, nerves start to settle in when he realizes what day it is. His eyes shimmer with excitement but he doesn't seem as bright as he usually is when he's enthusiastic. ]
It must have been something about today. It's already Christmas, isn't it?
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[ Oh... He understands. Vanitas doesn't want anyone else chasing after Noé. It isn't as if Noé would agree to it, as he's fully devoted to the man in front of him even if they've only officially been together as of the other night. He feels like he's known Vanitas long enough, though, to know that he's the right one.
And that only becomes abundantly more clear when that thumb brushes over his left ring finger. ]
...Vanitas...you... [ His fingers curl around the other's palm and squeeze it. ] You want a ring?
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So yes, he wants a way to claim what's rightfully his.
Yet saying as much... it's difficult. He never, ever thought he would be the sort to find a special someone, let alone enter into marriage. But--]
Tch... M..Maybe I do. It's how humans show their devotion, after all. I can't mark you permanently as mine, so...
[Jewelry is the next best thing. Despite himself, he finds his hands grasping Noé's the warm water helping to heat his cheeks further.]
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I...I'd gladly except that. I'll wear it every day. Even when I'm mad at you. It would make me the happiest man alive.
[ Once more, he's getting choked up. Looks like the doctor has a tendency to make Noé feel so much these days. ]
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You're crying?! That-- It's just-- [No, it's not "just" anything. It would be the embodiment of everything they mean to one another. Still, he's getting flustered again.] D..Don't get ahead of yourself. I don't even have one yet...
[All the same, he can't help thinking he'll definitely have to get one now...]
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[ Now it's his turn to be embarrassed. He draws back a little so he can wipe at his eyes, and he keeps one hand on his face so Vanitas doesn't need to see him cry. ]
It's – it's okay if you change your mind. Y-you don't have to get me anything for me to know how you feel about me...that's what makes me happy...
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ouchie ouch time
At the end of the day, though, it was worth it. Protecting Vanitas is always worth it. He'll be okay, he heals quicker than Vanitas does and he'll manage. Eventually, though, he wakes, leg half off of his bed (he is still a very mobile sleeper even while injured), and blinks his eyes open. ]
...Vanitas...?
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This despite Vanitas dozing from time to time in the chair he's positioned alongside Noé's bed. When finally his companion starts to stir, Vanitas himself jolts to attention, wincing at his own injuries but determined to check on Noé's first. Nudging that wayward leg back onto the bed, he frowns down at the vampire before inspecting the bandages on his arms again.]
.....don't. Don't force yourself. Just rest for now.
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I'll rest, but can I hold your hand?
[ He wants to feel Vanitas, have the reminder that they're still here. He's frowning, wishing he could have done more to keep his lover safe. But he also knows that the doctor doesn't like to be coddled, so he makes an effort to not feel guilty over it. It's hard, though. ]
How are you feeling?
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You big baby.
[The words might be demeaning if they weren't said with such affection and worry. It also probably helps that their rings gently clink together, a reminder of their promise to be there for each other no matter what comes their way. Be an unruly curse-bearer or standard sickness, Vanitas is here when Noé needs or wants him. And honestly... it's a warm feeling, being wanted like this.]
I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
[He tries to sit up a little straighter as proof, but ends up flinching and hunching over, having had his back slammed into a wall during their fight yesterday. He's definitely stiff and moving slowly, limbs trembling slightly from weakness and having overexerted himself trying not to get killed.]
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Okay. I'll try not to...
[ Keyword here is try because he just hates seeing his companion get hurt. Especially with how he hunches over, and how his fingers tremble. It takes a moment for him to scoot over, but eventually he pushes through and manages to make space for Vanitas. ]
Lay down with me?
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fair date
Noé has no idea where to begin. The rides? The food? The games? It's so hard to pick, he's never been to something like this for leisure before. He's staying put like a good partner (though he has his compass in case he does, in fact, get lost), but he's buzzing with excitement, head rapidly turning from side to side as he takes everything in. ]
What should we do first, Vani? That cotton candy looks really good! Oh, and the ferris wheel must have such an amazing view...!
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How about we get a light snack and then try the ferris wheel if you're so inclined. We can eat while we watch.
[Taking the lead, he starts towards the cotton candy machine, gently dragging Noé along with him. It's so much like having an overgrown child, yet for one whose life was so sheltered, he can't blame him. If anything, it's rather precious and endearing, warming Vanitas' heart.]
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[ He's so excited and so easily entertained, which makes Vanitas' job that much easier to keep Noé occupied. He follows Vanitas over to the cotton candy machine, and he looks over at it, selects a strawberry flavor and watches it dispense. Oh. Ohhhhh. He's so fascinated, and he watches with a big smile on his face before he grabs the snack and takes a bite. ]
Oh! It melts in your mouth... It's so sweet!
[ He holds some out to Vanitas, a silent offer to try some, too. He figures that the man probably won't want any since it's sweet, but he's being a good partner and wants to ask anyway. ]
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[Not that it's a complaint or admonishment. No, merely an observation. Much like how Vanitas regards his partner with is own level of wonder, musing at how delighted such simple things can make him. It's endearing, warming his cold, bitter heart to see Noé filled with happiness.
At Noé's offer, he leans in, taking the flossy strands into his mouth and - because he's a cad - licking the vampire's fingers clean. His nose scrunches up at all the sugar though he still makes sure there's not a trace left.]
Mmm... That it is.
[Noé or the cotton candy? The answer to that is both. Both are sweet in every sense of the word.]
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I'm surprised you tried it! I'm glad I offered, in that case...
[ Glad he's offered...among other things. ]
Should we head to the ferris wheel?
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Unbeknownst to them, in their sleep, they'd both sprouted an unusual pair of similar features.
Noé is still sleeping by the time his cat ears settle in, white and fluffy atop his head, just like his newfound tail. He hasn't even noticed it in his dreams, in which he's dreaming of sweets and desserts and pleasant things that lead him to hugging Vanitas tightly. If Vanitas awakens first, he may be able to hear the faint sound of purring... ]
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Instead, he notes a slight, pleasant rumble, the source of which mystifies him in his grogginess, until he feels the vibrations emanating from Noé's throat. How odd. Yet it's so nice that he doesn't immediately question it, instead nuzzling against his lover with a similar noise of his own.
THAT gets his attention, however. Eyes widening, he rests a hand over his throat with a choked noise, and then another strange sensation happens: he can feel part of himself brushing against Noé's chin, and reaching up, he finds them to be fuzzy ears. Startled, he lightly taps his lover on the chest, unable to slip free of his grasp.]
Noé. Noé! Something weird's happened! Wake up!
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[ He's a heavy sleeper but so in tune with Vanitas that he stirs upon hearing his lover's voice. The purring stops as he wakes, and he blinks at his partner groggily. ]
What's wro- [ He stops himself amidst spotting a tuft of something fluffy sitting on Vanitas' head. Two tufts, actually. ] ....Huh?
[ He blinks, giving it a moment to sink in. ]
Ah....ah! Ah?! [ He doesn't know he has cat features of his own, either, but his ears twitch slightly. ] Y-you have cat ears?! But why?
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I don't know?! [This is... it's... really fucking weird?! He can feel them move and flick, as they seem to respond to his mood which is right now panic.]
Ah--!! You too?!
[Immediately, he reaches over to tug on Noé's ears to check if they're real, as well. Sorry, Noé......]
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[ His eyes widen when he feels Vanitas' hands move up to what are apparently his own cat ears. ]
Both of us, then? How?
[ He's not particularly mad about it, more flabbergasted and shocked at his new appendages. ]
We didn't have anything different, did we- [ Flashbacks to the fair. Flashbacks to... ] ...wait. Was it the cotton candy?
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holidays
He'd delivered his gifts to Dominique on the Eve but has yet to give Vanitas his. What he has for his lover is, in his opinion, special, but something that he's still nervous about when it comes to how Vanitas will receive it. Noé likes to think he has a good handle on Vanitas' limits, but there are still times where he worries about pushing things too far. Still, he has faith that his partner will see the love he put into his gift, and that today will be a wonderful day for them both.
Those nerves might be why Noé is slightly more restless than usual in his sleep. Whether Vanitas is next to him or observing him in the morning, the way Noé stirs is hard to miss. Usually, the vampire sleeps like a rock. Today, though, he's fussing more than usual. ]
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Often he sleeps with his back to Noé, feeling more secure that way, so upon feeling his partner fidget restlessly, he rolls over to face him and brush a hand over his cheek before stroking his hair in an attempt to soothe some of his anxieties. Not enough to wake him, hopefully, but enough to reassure the sleeping vampire.
Thankfully even if he does awaken, the sun has just begun to creep up over the horizon, meaning they won't lose much rest if they can't get back to sleep. Vanitas rarely ever does, unfortunately. Once he's up, he tends to be up, unless he's sick, rare as that is.]
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Good morning, Vani.
[ He's somehow still unaware of how much he was fidgeting in his sleep. ]
Did you rest alright?
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Morning.
[Still self-conscious about being overly affectionate, he's already taken his hand back by the time Noé greets him. Instead, it remains loosely clutching at his night shirt.]
Well enough. Were you dreaming?
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[ He doesn't feel all that well-rested, and Vanitas noticed something was off, apparently – so he thinks that whatever he'd dreamed of kept him from sleeping well. But as soon as he's more awake, nerves start to settle in when he realizes what day it is. His eyes shimmer with excitement but he doesn't seem as bright as he usually is when he's enthusiastic. ]
It must have been something about today. It's already Christmas, isn't it?
[ He smiles, and he leans in to press a tender kiss to his lover's forehead. Still, Noé is more of an open book than Vanitas is, though, so he can't entirely hide that something's bothering him. ]
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OMG I MISSED THIS
WHOOPSIE haha
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