Greetings, Noé. I am Tantai Jin. A friend of yours sent me your way to help you satisfy your hunger. You needn't worry about feeling guilty. Your friend is doing me a great favor and this is how I am repaying him.
{Plus he isn't a stranger to pain.}
My only stipulation is that you do not weaken me overmuch. I could be dangerous that way.
Tantai Jin? Oh...! Um. Who asked you? I wouldn't want to take too much, no!
[He had almost forgotten that Vanitas had said he would check with others about this. Noé has just been hesitant to really advertise that he is a vampire ever since Vanitas had warned him to be careful. That some people had stories where vampires had to feed to survive.]
[ Responding to a conveniently timed request, Vincent now stands outside of Noé’s room at the Valentia, softly rapping against the door.
In hand, he has a soft lavender pastry box, topped with a lovely white bow. Whilst waiting, his gaze will wander, an arm tucked behind his back. Something tells him that they will have an additional guest this evening, to monitor the situation… and the thought has the blond smiling to himself in amusement. ]
[Well, he isn't wrong about the extra guest, for it's precisely that person who opens the door, knowing smirk firmly in place. Without so much as a word between them, Vanitas carefully steps forward, dodging the pastry box in order to steal a kiss from Vincent - long and luxurious - before stepping back with the lick of his lips and a chuckle.]
So glad you could make it... We've been expecting you.
[That said, he turns and strides into the room with a wave of his hand indicating Vincent should follow.]
[He shifts, glancing over to the door when he hears the knock. Vanitas heads over to open the door before him, his head tilting in curiosity. Because it's him, he hadn't really considered that Vanitas was purposely sticking around to keep an eye on things. That Vanitas wanted to be there when he arranged to see Vincent. Given that he doesn't necessarily expect anything to really happen. And with everything that had been happening lately, he had completely forgotten about Vincent's wanting to bring him a dessert.
So, of course, he brightens when he sees the box.]
[ Vincent’s smile brightens somewhat, upon seeing Vanitas (and thus having his suspicions confirmed) - and to his kiss, he’ll lean in to reciprocate with an appreciative hum.
Following behind, cheeks faintly colored in his pleasure, he raises the box to present. ]
I hardly think this will compare to the real thing, but I hope it suits your taste, nonetheless. [ Offering the box for Noé to accept, he nods with insistence. ] A special request put in to the local bakery.
[ Of course, it is none other than Tarte Tatin.
And once his hands are free, Vincent will address Vanitas by running his fingertips through the other man’s fringe, on both sides of his face. ]
[Once greetings are exchanged and the gift delivered, Vanitas places himself strategically between Noé and Vincent, like a bodyguard. Things may be better between them, but... well. He can't help not wanting to take any chances. Which would probably help explain why even now he's still armed, despite the otherwise lax atmosphere.]
Isn't that sweet of him, Noé? Extra dessert for you.
[A hum of contentment escapes his throat as he revels in the touch, eyes closing a fraction as he regards Vincent with obvious curiosity.]
I figured it might be best for there to be a chaperone at least the first time. You understand, don't you?
[One might be forgiven if they mistook him for a child at Christmas, the way he lights up upon opening to peek in the box. The happiness and excitement are evident in the way his eyes sparkle. A familiar sight for Vanitas, but maybe new to Vincent.]
Tarte tatin? Vanitas, it's tarte tatin!
[As if the other wouldn't have likely already known exactly which dessert he would like best. But considering he had completely forgotten Vincent's offering to get him a dessert, this is basically a surprise treat. He doesn't even read into it as Vanitas positions himself between them, or that the other has his knives on him. Vanitas usually does, so it isn't that strange. At least he just barely restrains himself from trying the tarte tatin immediately. He closes the box and puts it on his desk for now.]
i um. i don't think there was anything else? not immediately, anyway. besides, if you're already helping me with this, it's plenty! so please don't worry!
[ It's been a day or so since their work on the pillar in Basileios concluded. In thanks to some very poor decision making, he and Vanitas have been partly bed bound with acute radiation poisoning... Their only saving grace was their advanced recuperative abilities, backed by their spectral souls; what could have been disastrous has only been some aches and grouchy attitudes. (That's putting it lightly, but let's move on.)
Today, however, Vincent seems to be doing much better. Dawn is barely breaking and he's yet to go to sleep, instead freshly showered and seeking to retrieve himself something to drink from the kitchen.
Of course, he notes Noe's presence, as well; likely there in pursuit of sweets. Whatever the case may be, the blond lacks any show of politeness upon sparing the other man a glance. Rather, his mismatched stare is cutting.
After all, Vanitas made no efforts at being secretive with their kiss. He saw.
A moment of consideration passes, and any words that might be offered by Noe are ignored. Instead, Vincent quietly closes the cupboard he was about to reach into, in favor of approaching Noe. If allowed, he will back the other up against the counter, pinned by one arm grasping the quartz top. ]
Good morning. [ And with his free hand, traces his fingertips along the definition of Noe's jaw before grasping it, grip just slightly too firm to be kind. Vincent's face is uncomfortably close, mismatched stare taking the detail of his face, then landing on his lips. ] I want you to come with me. Will you do that?
[He had just been getting something from the kitchen. Hadn't intended on running into Vincent. Initially, it seems, his greetings are ignored, before the blonde approaches. He blinks at how close they are, stepping back against the bench before the other grasps at his jaw. Violet eyes widen and he swallows in confusion, but he nods in agreement.
Probably, Vincent wants to talk more privately? Just in case any of the others come to the kitchen for breakfast, considering the time. Not that he had any intention of causing any issues or getting between Vincent and Vanitas with the kiss, but, well. He can vaguely guess if this might be about that. Vincent had been the reason that he'd been so unsure about really acting on his feelings, let alone sorting through them and actually admitting how he felt about Vanitas. He knew something had happened where Vanitas had been with someone else and it had apparently upset the blonde. Which he doesn't want to do. He just doesn't want Vincent to get upset at Vanitas for it. Doesn't want a repeat of the scissors incident or anything.
He's obedient and compliant as ever. Which is to say he nods, pursing his lips but agreeing to go with him. He doesn't raise a hand to pull Vincent's away or anything, or to push the other to give him some space. Heat rises at his face as he verbally responds, his cheeks and nose brightening pink at their closeness, as his hands reach behind him for the bench.]
[ While he doesn't smile, there's some pleased quality to the way Vincent's eyes meet Noe's again, regarding him from beneath heavily weighed lashes. ]
Good boy.
[ Holding his gaze, he slips his hand into the other man's, deliberately lacing their fingers. Only then does he step back to lead them away from the counter and out of the kitchen.
Wordlessly, he takes them through the halls, landing on the door to his and Vanitas' room. With all the casualty in the world, he simply takes them inside, swinging the door behind them. Leads Noe directly to their bed - where, if fortune should have it, Vanitas already is - and rounds to push the snowy-haired man to land atop it, on his back.
Pushing apart Noe's legs to climb up after him, Vincent takes him by the collar, both to back him up against the pillows and begin unbuttoning his shirt. ]
[He's not so surprised when they approach Vincent's room. He figured the blonde might just want to talk more privately. He's compliant enough, allowing Vincent to lead him there and entwine their fingers as the other takes his hand. Maybe he isn't quite so upset?
He's about to pause as they enter, to talk to Vincent - and Vanitas, it appears. But then Vincent pushes him and he blinks, a small surprised noise escaping as he falls back against the bed. Noe seems more confused than anything else, as Vincent follows him back down onto the bed and pushes apart his legs. He instinctively tries to back up in his confusion, as Vincent reaches to unbutton his shirt.]
Um, wai -- what -- ?
[He's more surprised and confused than anything else, not having necessarily expected this. Maybe he should have. If his face was a little red before when Vincent got in his space, it's basically all but the colour of a tomato at this point, as he swallows and tries to process what was happening.]
If you want me to stop, just say so. [ His elegant and skilled fingers make it down to the last button, and he drapes Noé’s shirt open. ] We won’t do anything that you don’t desire.
[ Glancing to Vanitas now, he’ll quirk a brow, welcoming the younger man’s input - as his palms start above the waist of Noé’s trousers and explores up the length of his bared torso. ]
[But somehow, part of him shouldn't be that surprised. Both Vincent and Vanitas seem far more confident. Knowing what they want and going for it. More experienced with this sort of thing in comparison to him. He doesn't say for Vincent to stop. All the other had done so far was to undo his shirt, yet. He's still rather flustered, but seems to calm a little, slightly, at Vincent's reassurance.]
I figured you just wanted to talk or something. Not, um.....?
[Well. This? He glances between Vincent and Vanitas, unable to help taking a moment to process what was going on. What they were offering.]
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Date: 2025-10-16 01:16 am (UTC){Plus he isn't a stranger to pain.}
My only stipulation is that you do not weaken me overmuch. I could be dangerous that way.
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Date: 2025-10-16 06:47 am (UTC)[He had almost forgotten that Vanitas had said he would check with others about this. Noé has just been hesitant to really advertise that he is a vampire ever since Vanitas had warned him to be careful. That some people had stories where vampires had to feed to survive.]
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Date: 2025-10-16 10:48 am (UTC)voice
Date: 2025-10-17 10:44 am (UTC)[He could let Tantai know next time, perhaps.]
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Date: 2025-10-17 11:15 am (UTC)voice
Date: 2025-10-18 02:32 am (UTC)[He can at least make note that Tantai is offering. Along with Aether.]
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Date: 2025-10-18 03:18 am (UTC)voice
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Date: 2025-10-21 08:26 am (UTC)In hand, he has a soft lavender pastry box, topped with a lovely white bow. Whilst waiting, his gaze will wander, an arm tucked behind his back. Something tells him that they will have an additional guest this evening, to monitor the situation… and the thought has the blond smiling to himself in amusement. ]
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Date: 2025-10-21 08:40 am (UTC)So glad you could make it... We've been expecting you.
[That said, he turns and strides into the room with a wave of his hand indicating Vincent should follow.]
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Date: 2025-10-21 09:04 am (UTC)[He shifts, glancing over to the door when he hears the knock. Vanitas heads over to open the door before him, his head tilting in curiosity. Because it's him, he hadn't really considered that Vanitas was purposely sticking around to keep an eye on things. That Vanitas wanted to be there when he arranged to see Vincent. Given that he doesn't necessarily expect anything to really happen. And with everything that had been happening lately, he had completely forgotten about Vincent's wanting to bring him a dessert.
So, of course, he brightens when he sees the box.]
What's that?
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Date: 2025-10-21 09:22 am (UTC)Following behind, cheeks faintly colored in his pleasure, he raises the box to present. ]
I hardly think this will compare to the real thing, but I hope it suits your taste, nonetheless. [ Offering the box for Noé to accept, he nods with insistence. ] A special request put in to the local bakery.
[ Of course, it is none other than Tarte Tatin.
And once his hands are free, Vincent will address Vanitas by running his fingertips through the other man’s fringe, on both sides of his face. ]
How kind of you both to greet me today.
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Date: 2025-10-21 09:35 am (UTC)Isn't that sweet of him, Noé? Extra dessert for you.
[A hum of contentment escapes his throat as he revels in the touch, eyes closing a fraction as he regards Vincent with obvious curiosity.]
I figured it might be best for there to be a chaperone at least the first time. You understand, don't you?
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Date: 2025-10-21 09:41 am (UTC)Tarte tatin? Vanitas, it's tarte tatin!
[As if the other wouldn't have likely already known exactly which dessert he would like best. But considering he had completely forgotten Vincent's offering to get him a dessert, this is basically a surprise treat. He doesn't even read into it as Vanitas positions himself between them, or that the other has his knives on him. Vanitas usually does, so it isn't that strange. At least he just barely restrains himself from trying the tarte tatin immediately. He closes the box and puts it on his desk for now.]
Hm?
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Date: 2025-10-21 06:10 pm (UTC)Do you need any more blood?
[Just going straight to the point, don't mind him.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 03:53 am (UTC)oh. um. i guess i probably should. but you're sure you don't mind?
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Date: 2025-10-22 07:30 am (UTC)I don't mind at all. I just want to make sure you don't worry about that part.
If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know.
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Date: 2025-10-22 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-22 08:22 am (UTC)Where would you like to meet me? It can be my place if you want, so I could sit down afterwards.
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Date: 2025-10-22 08:55 am (UTC)either your place or mine is fine. yours might be easier? at least, that way you wouldn't need to worry about getting back to rest after?
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Date: 2026-01-06 06:39 pm (UTC)Today, however, Vincent seems to be doing much better. Dawn is barely breaking and he's yet to go to sleep, instead freshly showered and seeking to retrieve himself something to drink from the kitchen.
Of course, he notes Noe's presence, as well; likely there in pursuit of sweets. Whatever the case may be, the blond lacks any show of politeness upon sparing the other man a glance. Rather, his mismatched stare is cutting.
After all, Vanitas made no efforts at being secretive with their kiss. He saw.
A moment of consideration passes, and any words that might be offered by Noe are ignored. Instead, Vincent quietly closes the cupboard he was about to reach into, in favor of approaching Noe. If allowed, he will back the other up against the counter, pinned by one arm grasping the quartz top. ]
Good morning. [ And with his free hand, traces his fingertips along the definition of Noe's jaw before grasping it, grip just slightly too firm to be kind. Vincent's face is uncomfortably close, mismatched stare taking the detail of his face, then landing on his lips. ] I want you to come with me. Will you do that?
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Date: 2026-01-06 06:55 pm (UTC)[He had just been getting something from the kitchen. Hadn't intended on running into Vincent. Initially, it seems, his greetings are ignored, before the blonde approaches. He blinks at how close they are, stepping back against the bench before the other grasps at his jaw. Violet eyes widen and he swallows in confusion, but he nods in agreement.
Probably, Vincent wants to talk more privately? Just in case any of the others come to the kitchen for breakfast, considering the time. Not that he had any intention of causing any issues or getting between Vincent and Vanitas with the kiss, but, well. He can vaguely guess if this might be about that. Vincent had been the reason that he'd been so unsure about really acting on his feelings, let alone sorting through them and actually admitting how he felt about Vanitas. He knew something had happened where Vanitas had been with someone else and it had apparently upset the blonde. Which he doesn't want to do. He just doesn't want Vincent to get upset at Vanitas for it. Doesn't want a repeat of the scissors incident or anything.
He's obedient and compliant as ever. Which is to say he nods, pursing his lips but agreeing to go with him. He doesn't raise a hand to pull Vincent's away or anything, or to push the other to give him some space. Heat rises at his face as he verbally responds, his cheeks and nose brightening pink at their closeness, as his hands reach behind him for the bench.]
Okay?
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Date: 2026-01-06 07:17 pm (UTC)Good boy.
[ Holding his gaze, he slips his hand into the other man's, deliberately lacing their fingers. Only then does he step back to lead them away from the counter and out of the kitchen.
Wordlessly, he takes them through the halls, landing on the door to his and Vanitas' room. With all the casualty in the world, he simply takes them inside, swinging the door behind them. Leads Noe directly to their bed - where, if fortune should have it, Vanitas already is - and rounds to push the snowy-haired man to land atop it, on his back.
Pushing apart Noe's legs to climb up after him, Vincent takes him by the collar, both to back him up against the pillows and begin unbuttoning his shirt. ]
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Date: 2026-01-06 07:31 pm (UTC)He's about to pause as they enter, to talk to Vincent - and Vanitas, it appears. But then Vincent pushes him and he blinks, a small surprised noise escaping as he falls back against the bed. Noe seems more confused than anything else, as Vincent follows him back down onto the bed and pushes apart his legs. He instinctively tries to back up in his confusion, as Vincent reaches to unbutton his shirt.]
Um, wai -- what -- ?
[He's more surprised and confused than anything else, not having necessarily expected this. Maybe he should have. If his face was a little red before when Vincent got in his space, it's basically all but the colour of a tomato at this point, as he swallows and tries to process what was happening.]
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Date: 2026-01-06 07:42 pm (UTC)[ Glancing to Vanitas now, he’ll quirk a brow, welcoming the younger man’s input - as his palms start above the waist of Noé’s trousers and explores up the length of his bared torso. ]
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Date: 2026-01-06 07:52 pm (UTC)[But somehow, part of him shouldn't be that surprised. Both Vincent and Vanitas seem far more confident. Knowing what they want and going for it. More experienced with this sort of thing in comparison to him. He doesn't say for Vincent to stop. All the other had done so far was to undo his shirt, yet. He's still rather flustered, but seems to calm a little, slightly, at Vincent's reassurance.]
I figured you just wanted to talk or something. Not, um.....?
[Well. This? He glances between Vincent and Vanitas, unable to help taking a moment to process what was going on. What they were offering.]
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