[Not once has anyone ever plainly considered him captivating. Infuriating, yes. Irritating, often. Insufferable? Always. Maybe even pretty, but never in an affectionate way. He wouldn't understand Oushi's attraction, but it's possible that the other young man would be unlikely to see his own attractive traits too.
Vanitas is captivated in his own way. More by his physical responses than his words, in honesty. The way his reflexes and expression give so much away that Vanitas doesn't have to try to calculate his next move or chance of success. But then he's arms length away, staring at the dot of blood on Oushi's lip, face scrunching up in disapproval.
He's not a vampire. He's human. Vanitas was born human, to human parents. These are things he has to remind himself continuously in spite of the things done to him to make him question everything.]
Tch, I don't need your blood. [He rolls his eyes in overwhelming annoyance, hoping to mask the mild embarrassment he feels at thinking that tasting the other boy's blood and reassuring him that it was good might have been a reasonable solution in any reality.]
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Vanitas is captivated in his own way. More by his physical responses than his words, in honesty. The way his reflexes and expression give so much away that Vanitas doesn't have to try to calculate his next move or chance of success. But then he's arms length away, staring at the dot of blood on Oushi's lip, face scrunching up in disapproval.
He's not a vampire. He's human. Vanitas was born human, to human parents. These are things he has to remind himself continuously in spite of the things done to him to make him question everything.]
Tch, I don't need your blood. [He rolls his eyes in overwhelming annoyance, hoping to mask the mild embarrassment he feels at thinking that tasting the other boy's blood and reassuring him that it was good might have been a reasonable solution in any reality.]
I just want you to kiss me.