[ there is a nagging part of oushi'a brain that snags at those words; something that feels a lot like desperation, the bitter beginnings of a growing inferiority complex after finding himself so constantly surrounded by the exceptional and extraordinary. he is just as quick to wave the feeling away, not exactly eager to let it manifest into anything like tenderness or hope, and instead decides to throw his full focus on the task at hand—
which probably wouldn't be quite so bad if it weren't literally attempting to fully disrobe an objectively attractive young man. there is a fragility to vanitas' beauty that feels both deceptive and vulnerable, but oushi isn't nearly sophisticated enough to distinguish between them, or comprehend much more than the fact that, at even the most unflattering angle, vanitas had the kind of looks that could easily captivate.
the kiss is both a welcome distraction, and completely unexpected. for a second, after he straightens back up, he stands stunned, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. had he done something to deserve that kiss...?
but then the sting of the bite finally registers, and oushi flinches back out of reflex. his hands come up to close around vanitas' arms, just to hold the boy a few inches away while also grounding him. blood pools at the little pinprick on his lower lip, but he doesn't actually look upset about it... frankly, it's a wonder there's any blood to bleed at all, considering how red his face is. ]
Ow, [ he says, quite inelegantly. his eyes are searching, and in the greens vanitas would be able to spot the obvious confusion. ] Were you just feeding or...
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which probably wouldn't be quite so bad if it weren't literally attempting to fully disrobe an objectively attractive young man. there is a fragility to vanitas' beauty that feels both deceptive and vulnerable, but oushi isn't nearly sophisticated enough to distinguish between them, or comprehend much more than the fact that, at even the most unflattering angle, vanitas had the kind of looks that could easily captivate.
the kiss is both a welcome distraction, and completely unexpected. for a second, after he straightens back up, he stands stunned, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. had he done something to deserve that kiss...?
but then the sting of the bite finally registers, and oushi flinches back out of reflex. his hands come up to close around vanitas' arms, just to hold the boy a few inches away while also grounding him. blood pools at the little pinprick on his lower lip, but he doesn't actually look upset about it... frankly, it's a wonder there's any blood to bleed at all, considering how red his face is. ]
Ow, [ he says, quite inelegantly. his eyes are searching, and in the greens vanitas would be able to spot the obvious confusion. ] Were you just feeding or...
[ was the purpose the bite or the kiss? ]