ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[ Now, that has the blond raising his brows in intrigue. It’s not at all what he expected to hear, and inspires more than a few questions… They could wait. ]

—Ah. I can see why you’re so troubled, now.

[ There’s a mixture of jealousy and wrath simmering within him, yet he is plucking the bow from Vanitas’ hair to play his fingers down its length. Simply focusing on the task at hand, which is comforting his lover. ]

You might begin by asking what he last remembers. If Noé hesitates to say, that could be indication enough. [ Idly, the twists the long ends about his fingers as he speaks. ] If it’s bothered you this much, it is worth approaching, I think.

[ Is it what he himself would do? Likely not. Is it what he would want Vanitas to do? Selfishly, no. Resolving tensions between the doctor and his companion could prove to be troublesome in maintaining Vincent’s interests; however, he has been imparted with this information, and it seems only fair to offer his lover a similar trust. Unexpected of him though it may be. ]

[He nods, glad that he doesn't have to explain further as to why such a situation would cause him concern and grief. Though he's willing to elaborate as is necessary.

He lets out a low breath upon feeling Vincent playing with his hair, enjoying the sensation and distraction it provides. He'd be worried if he knew what lurked in his lover's heart, though.]

Ah, yes... That is a method that might work... Without needing to divulge what I remember myself. At least just yet. I... I don't wish to hurt him over this, you see.

[Despite their bickering and butting of heads, he's gradually come to appreciate Noé as a true companion. Maybe even a friend. And he doesn't consider himself to have many - if any - of those. Even Vincent is in the position of being something beyond friendship, naturally, by virtue of him being Vanitas' lover.]

[ Vincent hums, bringing the strands ends up to brush against his lips in thought. Briefly, his lids fall, distracted by their softness and familiar scent. ]

If I may ask, why would it hurt him? Assuming that it weighs on his mind, wouldn’t he benefit from speaking about it, as well?

[ It could be as simple as guiding Vanitas in the wrong direction. Vincent has certainly done so in the past, and frankly, it surprises him that he is capable of practicing empathy in this moment. Especially so, given that Noé could have his lover. ]

[Even just watching Vincent savor the scent of his hair makes Vanitas' stomach do little flips, makes him crave more contact.]

Because if he isn't from that point in time yet, then revealing that I attempted to kill him may damage our relationship. Though I suppose if he already knows, it wouldn't be as much of a problem...

[On matters such as this, Vanitas may actually be feasibly led astray without realizing it. He's not the perfect chess master he likes to boast he is, after all. Doubly so where his weaknesses are concerned. And Noé has certainly proven to be one, despite his efforts to hide it.]

[ That makes his smile twinge with some amusement. Laughing might cause some upset, so Vincent provides some distraction, instead; releasing Vanitas’ hair to drape delicately behind the pillow beneath his head, and diligently petting the rest of it back in kind. ]

Didn’t you say that he attempted to do the same to you? If so, I fail to see how he could fault you.

[ Fortunately enough, Vincent loves Vanitas more than he does having the upper hand. He has never lost a game of chess. ]

[He certainly would appreciate the lack of laughter, as he considers this something of a serious moment, at least for now. At the petting, he closes his eyes and leans into the touch, so very cat-like in his behavior.]

Well, he could have. But mostly he was trying to see into my memories by biting me, in order to protect a friend of his. So if anything, he was in the right. For the most part, anyway. It was something of a mess, hence my trouble approaching it.

[He sighs heavily, not realizing just how lucky he is to be loved by Vincent like he is. Slightly obvious in his focus on the matter at hand.]

[ To that, the blond’s brows knit. ]

So, he knowingly violated your boundaries, breaking your trust. What should he have expected?

[ At last, Vincent settles to lay beside Vanitas, scooping his arm beneath the other’s waist to embrace him fully. As his head rests beside his partner’s, he locks their eyes with understanding, features soft. ]

I’ve gone to further lengths, in order to protect truths.

[Despite that being fact, part of him feels the need to defend Noé.]

Perhaps nothing more, nothing less. Yet as always, he did it for the sake of another... We were forced into an untenable situation, though it was in part due to me. ...the one who was pulling the strings was my adoptive brother.

[Upon being held so wholly, Vanitas lets out a relieved sigh, finding comfort in Vincent's touch through their imprinting. And that he seems to get him makes it that much easier to speak of such matters.]

Have you...? What have you done that's so drastic?

[ Brows raising, Vincent’s smile widens at this new piece of information granted to him. Being under the impression that Vanitas had been on his own, he wouldn’t have guessed that he had any adoptive family. ]

Mm, well… the list is long, I fear. [ An airy laugh, as he moves in nearer to caress Vanitas’ lips in a kiss. ] I’ve committed abuse, torture, murder. Conspired against my brother, in order to change the past… Though, I wouldn’t ever expect him to claim any responsibility for the things that I’ve done.

[Even that bit of information comes with an asterisk, not that Vanitas feels like elaborating just yet, though should Vincent wish it he would. As their lips brush against one another, he sighs contentedly, eating it up.]

Do tell... [Though his surprise becomes evident once Vincent goes on to list his "achievements", earning himself a surprised look and some silence before Vanitas finally speaks again.] I see... While I suppose the justification of all that depends on the circumstances and people involved, I can't say I blame you for going to such lengths. We all have something which we strive for and will bend over backwards to see through.

[ Patiently, Vincent allows his lover time to process, idly rubbing along his back and hips. In contrast, the blond appears to be unfazed, yet he carefully measures the other’s eyes. ]

The great majority wasn’t without purpose, I do believe that much.

[ Ah, but he is quite pleased that it doesn’t repulse Vanitas. With anyone else, he might hope as much— but what they have, he’s become rather dependent on. ]

I don’t know that anything would justify such acts, truly. It’s simply what I am.

[While his tail sways, it's not an irritable or upset gesture, merely one of curiosity and contemplation. For his part, Vanitas doesn't show any indication of being disgusted by such admissions.]

I must admit that relieves me somewhat. For as considerate and compassionate as you've been with me, I'd hate to think there was a side of you that was needlessly cruel.

[Because having been on the receiving end of such acts, it's a sensitive subject. As Vincent is well aware of after Patho-Gen's little antics.]

And I accept that you are who you are. Though sometimes I think things like murder are necessary. It all depends on the circumstances and individuals involved.

[His expression darkens somewhat, thinking back to the time he almost had the chance to kill Moreau. Pity he wasn't able to, really.]

[ Considerate and compassionate… As someone who has rather often been regarded as callous and calculating, those words come as something of a surprise. Surely, he had simply been acting on desire, building a sense of rapport to support his interests— though, perhaps this deep connection that they’ve woven has inspired more out of him. It isn’t mere obsession, he knows that much. He feels it.

And to be accepted as he is… Could that really be so? ]

Perhaps not needlessly, but— excessively. [ Hesitant though he may be to accept that Vanitas wouldn’t take issue upon seeing all of him, it does inspire hope in his eyes. Again, he pauses to kiss his lover. ] And I would not hesitate to be so, to benefit those I value. To protect you from seeing any more harm.

[That description may apply to Vincent in regards to other people, but for Vanitas... he's gotten to see what he considers a unique side of the man he's come to adore. One that he treasures all the more for knowing how rare it is. If it turns out that Vincent is merely playing him for a fool... well, shame on him, then.]

Perhaps so. Well, that's something you can temper a bit, if you're able to acknowledge it. Put those tendencies where they'll be most useful: at Patho-Gen's throats. [He accepts the kiss, running a hand through Vincent's hair.] That in itself makes my heart soar... To know what lengths you'd go to for me. I'd like to think I would do the same for you.

[He pauses, hand trailing over his lover's cheek.]

...though that does bring me to my next point, if I may. Echo. She's your servant, yes?

[ Feeding such ideas back to him only leaves Vincent sighing heatedly. Reminding him of their bond, his hands sliding lower to grasp at Vanitas’ ass and press their bodies close. ]

Yes.

[ With parted lips, the blond is preparing to impart his lover with a passionate kiss— until, he is distracted by that gentle caress.

And Echo. Shit. Well, that is enough to curb his appetite, for the time being. ]

In short, yes. Why do you ask?

[ And what did she say? ]

[He feels the grope to his ass and almost gets lost in the sensation, forgetting his goal momentarily. But even with a pleased grunt escaping him, he presses onward, determined to make good on his promise to the girl. Still, he doesn't cease touching Vincent, running both hands over the sides of his neck while leaning closer so their noses touch.]

Because she seems... troubled. I worry for her. You know something of my past, of being mistreated. I... wish to make sure she isn't enduring anything similar.

[Not saying who might be mistreating her, but. They both likely know the answer to that. They can read between the lines.]

[ The touch does wonders in pacifying him - and that alone draws a chuckle Vincent. An excellent precautionary measure, he’s impressed. ]

I would imagine so. Echo’s circumstance of existence is rather complicated, in itself. [ It doesn’t seem to prevent him from continuing to appreciate the shape of his lover, however. ] You could say that I’ve been hard on her, though, yes.

[Master of manipulation, this one. Or at least in strategizing how to best bend people to his will.]

I see... Well, for what it's worth, I don't need to know all the details, if you aren't inclined to indulge me. [He grins at the contact, kissing Vincent softly.] Then as a favor, I ask you be a touch more gentle with her, hmm? If we're to be around one another, I don't think I could stomach the idea of you being needlessly harsh on someone who doesn't deserve it.

I wouldn’t decline to indulge you of anything, kitten.

[ Groaning contently into their kiss, Vincent rolls Vanitas onto his back, slipping his arms to support beneath the other’s head. ]

Emotional blackmail, is it? [ Chuckling, the blond nuzzles his lovers head back, to smear kisses along the contour of his chin, speaking the following between each pass of the lips. ] Interesting method…

Mmm... Glad to hear it... That makes me feel special.

[It's a motion that Vanitas easily allows, getting his legs tangled with Vincent's as his arms move to drape around his neck.]

Or you can see it as merely conveying my true feelings. However you wish to interpret it. [It's said with some amusement as his voice slips into moans at each kiss, one after the other making him shiver pleasantly and squirm with need.] It isn't like I lack empathy...

[ It difficult to take it too seriously, with the tone one Vanitas’ voice, but… ]

I wouldn’t think to suggest it.

[ Grazing his teeth along the corner of the other’s jaw, Vincent kisses the superficial little scrapes, staying close to his ear to mutter. ]

Mm. If it should please you, I will play nicely with little Echo.

[Even if Vincent can't fully accept it for what he hopes it is, the fact he at least somewhat indulges him is enough.]

Good. On both accounts. I don't know what all you have going on between the two of you, but... it does my heart good to hear you're willing to oblige me in this matter.

[The sharp sensation of those teeth flirting with his skin makes Vanitas shudder and grunt, reveling in the alternating pain and comfort offered by his kisses. His tail sways, the tip twitching from the way Vincent's breath tickles his ear.]

I promise not to ask too many favors of you.

[ Now, Vincent doesn’t doubt the sincerity behind the request. He hardly believes that the other would put in the effort, if it weren’t something that weighed on his mind. It’s how he’s gone about it that the blond finds endearing.

The forked end of his tongue flicks into Vanitas’s ear just so. ]

Think nothing of it, my love.

[ And he could counter, as well. Pepper in little affections to endure. ]

As I’ve said, all you need do is ask. Is it Echo you’d like to know more about, then? [ Fingers curl into Vanitas’ tresses, angling his neck to expose the musculature, and trail kisses down its hallows. ] That is, indeed- [ Kiss. ] - quite complicated.

[That much is very true. Vanitas never does anything without a reason, without some kind of stake in the proceedings, be it physical or emotional. Not that he would ever admit the latter. Even now, with this, he's hoping to spin it as something else.

That gets him gasping and squirming, a bit of a laugh escaping despite his best efforts to remain composed.]

Hey now...

[That it tickles is something he probably shouldn't admit, trivial weakness though it might be. Never provide an opening, no matter how small.]

She is an intriguing individual...

[The lack of emotion in her is something he finds mystifying. Though more important right now is Vincent's attentions steadily driving him wild as he allows himself to be manipulated for maximum affection. Idly, his fingers twitch until he gets them up behind his lover's back to search out the base of his wings and massage there.]

That I don't doubt... Nothing involving you is simple, I gather.

[ Some Things don’t need to be spoken; Vanitas’ body did well to betray that little secret of his, and to hear his laughter is delightful. It’s another little intricacy of his lover’s body that he will be filing away to savor.

For now, he pauses to make a beautiful little bruise between the younger man’s collarbones, whilst listening to him speak. ]

Hardly. [ Licking over his lips, he peers up at Vanitas with a modest chuckle. ] Rather, it’s what she is. You recall what I’ve shared with you about Chains, yes?

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