ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠’ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒.

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

—-----ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕧.

Jeanne almost couldn’t hear him speak, her heart thumping loudly in her ears: 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩—--

Under that towel, she knew: Vanitas was naked. Water droplets trickled down his skin. They restrained her eyes, submitting her to Ø฿ɆɎ and follow their path on well-defined muscles and veins, his every masculine bulge. His raven hair stuck to his nape as wet strings, mimicking post copulation. She simply caved in, her golden gaze losing itself 𝕥𝑜 𝕚𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝕡𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

Jeanne was small… but fierce. However, the animalistic rage of this display was enough to break her mind. She whimpered. Soft, at first, but then she intensified into a crescendo. She shuddered uncontrollably, a constellation of tears clinging to her lashes. Heat began pooling within her stomach, and it pooled even quicker as the mischievous grin on Vanitas’ lips gradually grew. And 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. And 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. Her cheeks burned. She hid her face in her hands. Later tonight, she will definitely have trouble sleeping. She wailed: “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓! 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍!!”

Then, with eyes tightly shut, she folded her arms across her chest. Her head tilted up, nose haughtily pointing towards the ceiling. She faked an amused sighed, a smirk plastered on her crimson face. "Anyways, I simply came here to tell you: You're quite the coward, Vanitas. You answered a question …with a question? To gain the vampires' trust, you allowed us to ask you questions about yourself. Or was this not your goal?" .˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ I found out that we can directly post our nsfw art... in CARRD! Therefore, I will move all art into My Carrd. I looked at other artists' Carrds. I saw uncensored stuff ~(^\\~\\^)~ In X, [ @docteur-vanitas ]ᴹʸ ᴮᵃᵇʸᵍᶦʳˡ and I are writing Chapter 2: Bourreau x Chasseur together. I love psycho killer Chasseur so much! ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ )

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~Chapter 3 "..."

Dominique ruggì di imprecazioni. La rabbia artigliava la gola del giovane duca, bruciando e bruciando. "Ki-kis- Questa è LA SECONDA VOLTA!" avvertì Luca, ma prima che un fulmine potesse apparire—

Jeanne aveva afferrato il nastro del petto di Vanitas e aveva iniziato a trascinare il suo corpo verso la finestra, la sua morbida frangia rosa che le copriva gli occhi. "Con un po' di fortuna, il tuo corpo raggiungerà un medico umano che ti guarirà…"

La finestra si apre, e lei inizia a buttarlo fuori, urlando,

"Chi ti credi di essere, Vanitas?!"

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~Chapitre 2

"…Birichina…?" Jeanne esitò con le labbra tremanti, un pezzetto di cibo evidentemente attaccato al viso: "CHI è birichino, non rispondendo subito?!"

Jeanne balzò di fronte a Vanitas (imbavagliato dal palmo di Noé), i loro visi vicinissimi. Strinse i pugni e lo fissò come se volesse affermare il proprio dominio. Un profondo rossore roseo si insinuò sulle sue guance, mentre lottava per controllare le emozioni. Dietro di lei, Dominique de Sade sogghignò a Vanitas, per poi addolcire lo sguardo su Noe. “Noe, dovremmo lasciarlo parlare! Questa è l'occasione perfetta per sapere se l'umano sospetto sia davvero dalla nostra parte! Certo, sta curando i vampiri affetti da Malnomen, ma qual è il suo obiettivo finale? Quali sono le vere intenzioni del clan Blue Moon? Qual è il loro potere? Per quanto ne sappiamo, probabilmente vuole ucciderci tutti!”

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

—-----𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕤, 𝕤𝕒𝕪 "𝕪𝕖𝕤~"?

Jeanne swallowed thickly, tasting the desire in the back of her throat.

“'Want it,” she whispered softly, “I want it so, so bad. Vanitas…” Her voice tapered off as he walked farther and farther away. THUD—-

She crashed onto the floor with a dry hit, breasts bouncing as she ached for air. She’s a squirming mess, soft and caressable in all the right places with sweaty, silky locks sticking to her face.

“I need to feel your blood inside me…”

She crawled towards the bed, towards him. She was desperate to achieve that happy, gooey, honey feeling in her body.

Finally, at Vanitas’ feet, she sat up. Her thighs parted, cheeks a pretty crimson. Her eyes glowed with the eternal red moon. And she remained there with an absolute look of lust-induced stupor on her face. Her eyes shifted to his neck, its girth leaving her salivating. Just from this distance, she could feel the warmth radiating from it. And for a second, she thought she saw it twitch, vying for attention. She couldn’t wait to make it twitch more; it would twitch and twitch and twitch if her hot, fleshy tongue rubbed against it. She would make it leak. No, a big, warm load would spurt into her mouth. Jeanne can just imagine his deliciousness painting the pink tunnel of her mouth. She swallows the saliva pooled on her tongue.

“I want to taste you again. Vanitas, don’t you want it, too?” Her voice played the sweetest kind of music. “You’re not willing..?” She was confused. She thought that he also loved using her for his own pleasure. She thought he loved the feeling of her milking every last drop of his vitality onto her beautiful face. If he coaxes her, then the command would quickly sink deep into her bones. The kindness would bring her absolute happiness~ Suddenly—--

Vanitas felt something wet lick his knee. Her tongue glided over its curve, forming a thin, slick sheen. She whines, just because she can. She expects anger or retaliation to settle on his face. Still, she dares to ask:

“If you're excited, lay down on the bed…? Don't you want me to squeeze it all out of you?”

The sick little thing only continued to stare up at him with those starry little doe eyes, lips glistening. She can sense it. She can sense that she is so close. She can almost hear the bed creak violently. He just needs to let her squeeze out every drop of him. He just needs to say "yes".

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 Jeanne 1.0, prima di innamorarsi di Vanitas...

"Siero della verità…?" mormorò una voce dolce e femminile. Gli occhi illuminati dal sole si spostarono verso il vulnerabile dottore dei vampiri".

Allo stesso tavolo da pranzo, le bocche rimanevano aperte a forma di “O”. Cioè, la bocca di tutti tranne la proprietaria delle ciocche rosa zucchero. Jeanne riusciva a malapena a trattenere una risatina dietro un tovagliolo, il suo sorriso si allargava di secondo in secondo. È ora che lo Stregatto giochi con il suo cibo.

“Vanitas!” Si alzò troppo in fretta, facendo rimbalzare i suoi seni voluttuosi con un'aria così coraggiosa che verrebbe da chiedersi se fosse imparentata con Marianne (cioè la figura simbolo della libertà della Francia dalla monarchia, sia chiaro): "Dimmi tutto quello che non so di te!!!!!!"

Ｔｒｕｔｈ ｓｅｒｕｍ！🍷 Ａｓｋ ｈｉｍ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｆｏｒｃｅｄ ｔｏ ａｎｓｗｅｒ ｈｏｎｅｓｔｌｙ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❞ You didn't have to ·̲ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀But Amelia's soup had a side effect. Her apologies (for doing right by him) rang in Vanitas' ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ What... ? !̲

⠀

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

—-----𝕃𝑒𝑠 𝕕𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝕔ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠…

“You.. You told him it wasn’t Dominique-sama’s fault? Wh-…” Jeanne’s eyes widened incredulously. It took a heart beat for reality to hit.

She made a tiny sound in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering as she looked to the side. Jeanne began to lose herself in reverie. “Kind… Yes, that's definitely Dominique-sama.”

S l o w l y , ...her gaze shifted back to Mikhail. Again, she studied him: 𝕍𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠’ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. A sharp tongue. Cold, calculating, and complete with a touch of playful sarcasm laced between his words… This particular attitude seemed vaguely familiar. In fact, his entire essence shrouded in mystery. Still, Jeanne felt the haze of a candlelight, which was warm, 𝕒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, & yearning to be touched ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

“PFF—…… Alike…” she murmured, her voice soft as she smiled at the starlight haired boy, “You and your brother… are alike.”

𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮—-- Her eyes narrowed. With attention, she stared at something behind Mikhail. From underneath the merry-go-round’s rubble, an older black cat and a younger white cat jumped out. The black one momentarily paused to look at Mikhail, regarding him with a blase expression.

“…Two cats.”

.˚ ̥

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

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

—-----𝕃𝑒 𝕄𝑎𝑛è𝑔𝑒…

“I need your word that you will no longer do any harm to Dominique-sama. Nor Noe..” Jeanne started, voice echoing with a rising bellow, “…Nor Vanitas!”

Her sharp teeth gnashed, eyes reflecting 𝓓awn’s 𝓡ed 𝓢un. Eventide’s cold air kissed her skin through her clothes, but her blood boiled way too hot. Too hot, in fact, that blood did climb up her face, warming the apples of her cheeks ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She stared him down. Studied him. Vanitas’ little brother. Injured. Damaged—-- like the merry-go-round behind him and its paint-peeled horses laying together in heaps, mouths left open as if they choked on their own screams. Definitely a member of the ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪɴ; he held those same spellbinding blue eyes. Yet with wispy hair & lily white skin glowing against the night, if not a child of the moon, he resembled 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

As the notorious Bourreau, she knew: Culprits always return to the scene of the crime…

.˚ ̥

ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

⩍ 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕪! 𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪

(˙༥˙(👈(> ؂ ₍•͈ ) ❝ Don't worry, @docteur-vanitas!! I will take control of the situation now!❞

Next scene~ Everybody: fighting for their lives Jeanne: … 🫦 Vanitas: …⁄(❀⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

The scene after~ Everybody: Dying in a massacre Jeanne: … 😏 Vanitas: …⁄(❀⁄ ⁄꩜⁄ᯅ⁄꩜⁄ ⁄)⁄

And the scene after~ Noe: getting attacked Jeanne: … 🫣 Vanitas: …☁️(⁄ ⁄ ´⁄ Д ⁄ ˋ⁄ ⁄)☁️☁️ Ngh~! Mhh~!

Everybody: *fighting for their lives*

Vanitas: ... 🫦

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Everybody: *Dying in a massacre at a masquerade party*

Vanitas in the meantime: ... 😏

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Noe: *getting attacked by the senator*

Meanwhile Vanitas: ... 🫣

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Noe: *kidnapped*

Again Vanitas: ... 😈

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Everyone: *mutilated, almost dying after the battle*

Damn Vanitas: ... ❤️

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

I swear, I laughed and blushed a thousand times watching this anime 🤭

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Lately, I’ve grown weary of other Jeanne roleplayers using my art. The first story felt almost too surreal to believe. (x\\o\\x) I should’ve listened to my Vanitas… So, I’ve turned my attention to softer things: swooning over Vanitas and pouring love into my little hentai comic. I’m hoping to finish the comic by the end of the month, though I’ve also begun some new business projects.

Lately, I’ve been focusing a lot on my mental health. I'm finally starting to understand why things happened the way they did—it pushed me to grow and fight for a better version of myself.

I’ve also been learning how powerful mindset is. Even visualizing small details or how I’d handle fears makes a difference. There’s so much helpful info out there—free and from people who genuinely care.

I’m even trying out “reality shifting.” It might sound weird, but after feeling like a shell for so long, I’m willing to try anything to be kinder to myself. I still remember envying people just for being able to go outside. I never want to feel like that again. If you’ve supported me or wished me well, thank you. I really appreciate it and wish the same for you.

Apparently, today is special—the moon and Neptune are aligned for the first time since the 1930s. Kind of cool. (o\\-\\o)

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 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 ͟?

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⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟙𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

At the rooftop of Hotel Chou Chou, the couple stood a few meters apart…

On this quiet evening, Jeanne stood like a wildflower caught in a breeze. Molten golden eyes narrowed in defiance, enhancing the beauty that swelled in her presence, as if she were woven from the very stars themselves. A delicate, creamy thigh emerges from the slit of her flowing white gown, kissed tenderly by the light of the Blue Moon.

“Tch…” Her gaze flickered with an intense, angry red. Her fists balled up at her sides. “Alright. Well, here and now, I’ll break one of your bones. Then, I’ll cut off that ridiculous rat tail and offer it to Dominique-sama. A convenient woman to Noe, huh? Who exactly do you think you are to be saying something like that towards Dominique-sama?!” She ran forward, her hand reaching out to grab him.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Vanitas ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ You said these rude words! For Dominique-sama, I demand a fight with you! -Jeanne💝” *vampire hiss*

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ …A fight, Jeanne? I'm really curious to find out more ·̲·̲·

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