₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑊𝐼𝑃.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 —-----𝔸𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖…

Jeanne’s brows furrowed, nose slightly scrunched up in the most adorable way. Her lips pursed, annoyance bubbling in her chest as she read Vanitas’ reply letter.

Dropping the letter down to her side, she walked down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with curious castle guards. Oh, how she waited for Vanitas to answer such an embarrassing question. Depending on his answer, she would’ve been able to gather more information on his weakness.

Instead, he—-- “Water shows… huh?” she asked out loud, unable to suppress her frustration. Suddenly, her breathing came out in short trembling patterns.

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

—-----𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾!!

The window of Vanitas and Noe’s room opened with such force, and a gust of wind whooshed inside the room immediately. It whipped Jeanne's hair around her face. It released the red velcro of her chalk white battle dress, revealing more of her gorgeous legs. It cooled the heated skin of her small frame.

❝𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?! 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?!❞

The wind settled... ...as if Jeanne's voice had commanded it.

She bit her lip, suppressing further outbursts, except for a tiny exasperated huff. She then breathed a lung full of air, a scowl on her face as she descended from the window.

Jeanne looked around the room for Vanitas. The air was standing still. She noticed dust particles flowing around, encased in the softest light coming from the window. The spring sun’s calmness enveloped her; in fact, it seemed to purify any leftover anguish heat within her. This is the City of Flowers. This is Paris. This is where humans reside: 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼' 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. She has returned ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

Her nose picked up the faint scents~ ...Of clean soap. ...Of men’s cologne.

A light pink blush dusted her doll-like countenance.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ ...𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

She presses the button. She presses it again. Press… Press. Press.

Jeanne couldn't send her message anonymously. He definitely did this on purpose (specifically for her). However, she still decided to send one anyway. 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, he would answer…

❝Ahem. Would you rather: (a) someone accidentally sees you showering? or (b) someone accidentally sees you sitting at les toilettes?❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Of course it could have been a trap, but Vanitas had the answer ready.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You weren't careful, 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯 . I can keep my promises, but you know I want something in return ·̲·̲·

And in that case, the doctor would guarantee her privacy, but first he wanted to know what he was supposed to keep for himself, the object of a kind of blackmail disguised as a pact, the knot in a rope that tied the makers of the deal, where each, at this point, was trying to pull the other's end into his own fist as well. Apparently, the burly vampiress was trying to rebel against the human's monopoly, but her peculiar defiance was not enough to deter him, on the contrary; this became the amusing manifestation of a feeling of irritation dug deep into his delight, annoyingly stinging her and pushing her in a desperate attempt to confuse him, to upset him: practically an irresistible invitation to persevere, for the executioner, a facet that added to the game, making it lively, never still and boring, even more exciting, fuelling Vanitas' curiosity, which he shamelessly makes no secret of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ I am very intrigued. Let me see how long you are able to resist ·̲

⠀⠀⠀An annoyingly provocative sensuality as such, inherent in the blatantly natural behaviour of everything Vanitas possesses, now finds its climax in the tilted skull, all the rest of the body soft to release, into the upper block, its seductive energy, which corrupts the face, drenched in a disrespectfully flirtatious smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You could have been more direct and made an explicit request. Do you like water shows ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⩍ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) A simple warning for @docteur-vanitas!!!!!!

"Mnn…" (-\\\~\\\-) Golden eyes flicked to the card with Vanitas’ maddeningly perfect handwriting. An unwelcomed crimson blush slipped beneath her skin, like sunrise. It was slow & warm. It was inevitable & too intimate. Jeanne recalled his kiss when they had first met, the way he reduced her into a helpless fawn trapped in his arms (ngh...). She recalled last night’s dream, and his kisses there. Between the kisses, he would murmur, “Butterfly,” a spell that had, indeed, impregnated her stomach with fluttering blue butterflies.

Jeanne’s gaze drifted to the pinned photo across her room—held in place by a slender dagger, its tip hovering a breath away from Vanitas’ infuriatingly handsome face. Annoying. She could still hear the low murmur in his voice, his teasing tone as they stepped into Lord Ruthven’s study: “Were you staring at my face, Jeanne?”

A second dagger sliced through the air—- It embedded itself beside the first dagger, barely missing Vanitas' smug grin. Jeanne strode towards the bookshelf, fury in every step. Deceptively delicate fingers brushed familiar picture books, seeking comfort even as her pulse pounded.

Jeanne smirked, dark and knowing while she plucked two titles: 'Sadistic Beauty' & 'Domestic Wolf'.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤 cont'd, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

As the stranger spoke, Jeanne’s 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 returned to the rabbit plush. Little thumbs idly traced the doll’s velvet fabric, stopping only when they brushed against the doll’s hands. She tugged lightly at the delicate lace and cooed:

“As a little child, yourself, would you have liked this? Especially if you were a young… 𝑑𝑢𝑘𝑒. On second thought, perhaps this may be too embarrassing for him to carry around.” She heaved a sigh, her voice becoming smaller, “This may be selfish, but… I’d hope that, every time I was away, if he ever needed comfort… then he’d have this & think of me until I can return to his side.”

She noticed the stranger's fingertips touching one of the plush rabbits.

“I didn’t realize that you were ..tidying this shelf—--”

Gasp ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She got a better look at him. Is he really the shop owner? Tall. Elegantly dressed. Chin-length raven hair surrounded his gracious visage, catching golden hour’s amber light with an iridescent sheen like fine silk. Even his voice resembled the same enchantment that Jeanne had often witnessed in the blade of an artisanal claymore. No, a cutlass, perhaps? A rapier? He could be a nobleman. No, perhaps even an ennobled knight. Also, his answer wasn’t quite satisfying, as if he didn't care about selling her the doll. Nevertheless, perhaps it was the atmosphere’s quietude & homeliness, but as she stood beside him, she completely forgot her reputation as a being not even deemed a vampire. No, whatever happened to 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔲? Thus, the tone of her voice barely became any more respectful:

“…You’re not the shop owner, are you? So you’re… also interested in these rabbit dolls?”

She beamed—- 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠:

“𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒?!”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

The sun was shifting into golden hour, and the world slowed down. A soft aureate haze seemed to endlessly pour in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dozens of dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned the polished wooden shelves.

Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.

Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…

Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.

“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

The sun was shifting into Golden Hour, and the world slowed down…

A soft aureate haze endlessly poured in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned polished wooden shelves.

Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.

Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…

Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.

“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ (/;\\~\\;)/ someone give me Lucaaa!

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

🩸 "Hey Jeanne!! How are you?!"

@red-moon-vampire

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

—-----𝔸 ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

“Noe?”

It seems Jeanne wasn’t the only one jumping on Parisian rooftops in the quiet night . . .

And so— In front of him— Jeanne landed lightly on her feet, causing the rooftop's loose tiles to clatter. Sweat raced each other down her cheeks, but then a cool breeze blew between the two vampires. With a smile wide and blinding, she was excited to see a familiar face. She took a step forward.

The next moment . . . Cracks of blue had split from between the clouds above, and the world seemed to pause. Then, slowly, those clouds drifted further and further apart from each other. Beside Noe, Jeanne sighed softly, amazed at the show. Together, they resembled a pair of luminescent frogs basking under the 🌑BlueMoon’s calming glow.

Jeanne sighed again, taking in the peaceful night sky for one last moment before she turned to look at Noe again.

“Salut! What are you doing out here at 4 a.m.?!”

𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛.ღ I forgot to post this drawing of my Vanitas @docteur-vanitas ~(^\\-\\^)~ ‎♡‧₊˚ Should I consider my art style to be like otome games? Also, I've been so indecisive about my signature. Maybe I'll use asian characters.