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Hey y’all. I’m just letting you guys know I’ve moved to a new blog because of technical issues among other things. Don’t hesitate to give me a follow if you wanna, write, read, or just like Vanitas!
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Hey y’all. I’m just letting you guys know I’ve moved to a new blog because of technical issues among other things. Don’t hesitate to give me a follow if you wanna, write, read, or just like Vanitas!
New blog is here. See you soon!
Hey y’all. I’m just letting you guys know I’ve moved to a new blog because of technical issues among other things. Don’t hesitate to give me a follow if you wanna, write, read, or just like Vanitas!
New blog is here. See you soon!
Hey y’all. I’m just letting you guys know I’ve moved to a new blog because of technical issues among other things. Don’t hesitate to give me a follow if you wanna, write, read, or just like Vanitas!
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Hey y’all. I’m just letting you guys know I’ve moved to a new blog because of technical issues among other things. Don’t hesitate to give me a follow if you wanna, write, read, or just like Vanitas!
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You’re… Sora?
{🎸} Vanitas' world was beginning to spin, all the alcohol went straight to his head. He kept telling himself he deserved a treat after that god-awful, ten hour flight. As soon as he was back on the ground again, he was eager for a drink.
However, his yearning for just a small shot, turned into a bar hopping spree. Each time he entered a bar, he would leave feeling more drunk than when he entered. He felt hot, and he could barely walk straight. That definitely didn't stop him from wanting more though.
Vanitas stopped for a moment, shielding his eyes from the blinding neon lights of a strip bar. At first, he could hardly read the sign, but once he did he figured why the hell not? More drinks and naked chicks? Sounded like a win to him. He stumbled inside and up to the bar wanting more shots, only to be refused by the bartender. They could tell he was already drunk enough. "Fine..." Vanitas slurred his words a bit, glancing around at all the bodies laid bare for him to see. "If I can't get a drink, at least get me a private dance, hm? Give me the best dancer you've got!"
Alois kept the firm on his face as the man before him spoke. Wanting to be polite and professional, the platinum blond giggled and covered his mouth in doing so. Doing what he does best by keeping up the flirty ness and very feminine boy. These kinds of people were what kept Alois going. Being able to dress like a woman had its own perks. As men’s clothing will swallow the petite young man.
“Aww. You think so? I have to admit, you, yourself are rather handsome.” He replied as they walked. Stepping into the large room with a pole in the middle of the room. A large, pleated couch set a minimum of a foot apart. So the dancer using the room wouldn’t hit their customer.
Once in the room, Alois motioned for the couch and watched as Vanitas sat down. Strutting over to the pole and began a common routine. Making sure to throw sexual glances here and there as his body swayed and danced with the pole. He made sure to feel up his own body and wink towards his guest. Wondering how long until the other would pass out. The alcohol radiated off of the guest’s body and Alois smelt it but kept his mouth shut.
{🎸} Shit, he was really working for this money wasn't he? Vanitas could tell, even though he was so drunk he could barely walk straight, that those flirty little winks and stares weren't genuine. He was just trying to do his job. He also knew he was doing a damn good job.
"Damn, you're hot..." The longer he sat on this couch, the heavier his body seemed to feel. It was like his body was made of lead. He could feel his consciousness slipping away from him. He may as well pay this guy before he passed out. Vanitas abruptly stood, feeling a wave of dizziness pass through him. "As hot as you are, I don't think I'll last for the rest of the dance...so here. Take it." He pulled a thick roll of money from his pocket, offering it to the dancer. "Get yourself somethin' nice."
{⛧} Vanitas could feel something in the darkness, calling out to him and pulling him in. Was someone summoning him? A column of light cut through the dark, and he moved toward it, enticed by the sweet, metallic scent of blood.
A thick, dark, red slime bubbled out from the summoning circle drawn on the ground. The dark ooze began to take its shape, towering over the summoner and staring down at him with glowing red eyes. “Was it you who was foolish enough to summon me?” He asked, taking in this boy’s appearance. He certainly looked desperate enough. “What is it you desire?”
Watching as Vanitas pulled away Vincent put on a string face even though he could feel the pain and nausea the demon felt. Taking a look a look back at the remains the brunette nodded and put up his guards so as to ease his demon’s pain. “I’m sorry.” He quietly said to Vanitas as they stepped through the portal. Feeling more remorse for causing him discomfort than for the death of another human.
Sticking close to the raven haired male Vincent cautiously took his hand in hopes of trying to help quell the feelings of illness plaguing him. “Are you going to be okay?”
{⛧} Vanitas was startled to feel Vincent's hand hold his own. What the hell? It was like he wasn't afraid of him at all! Didn't he know he could tear him apart if he chose to? Or did he simply not care, considering his life wasn't the best anyway?
Interesting...
"Shouldn't you be worried about how you're doing? I'm not the human in this partnership, remember?" Vincent just watched him tear apart another human being with no trouble at all. Surely the image is burned into his memory, right? Vanitas could remember the man's head falling apart under the force of his hands. His brains squished through his fingers as if he was crushing a rotten tomato. "I can take care of myself. You don't have to check on me." He pulled his hand away, as if Vincent had hurt him in some way. "I'm not weak...like you."
It was late at night and Vincent had been trying to get some sleep after a long day of tests. His attempts were thwarted though the moment he heard the door to his college dorm slam open. Groaning in irritation the brunette got up and went to see what the ruckus was, though he had a guess who it could be.
Going into their shared living room he saw Vanitas standing there. A beer bottle in one hand and reeking of smoke and pot. Looking at the raven haired male in annoyance Vincent shook his head. "Really? At this hour?"
Rolling his eyes Vincent stepped forward, his annoyance overriding his caution at the moment. "Congrats it's good to know that you can at least count properly." Standing over Vanitas he yanked the bottle out of his hand before he could finish.
"It doesn't matter if I still have seven hours left. How could anyone sleep properly if it reeks in here? Some of us don't have a family name to go back on if we fuck up." Turning around the brunette stomped his way angrily to the kitchen to drain the remainder of the beer down the drain.
{💤} Some of the beer spilled down Vanitas' chin and the front of his shirt as Vincent snatched the bottle from him. He watched with anger burning in his eyes as he poured the rest down the sink. He stood, dragging his feet as he moved to the kitchen, towering over the other.
In no time at all he spun Vincent around to face him, with a hand firmly around his neck. Not enough to choke the other, but enough to get his point across. "You seem to forget...You're stuck with me until one of us drops out or graduates. It would be within your best interests to know your place. You stay outta my business and I'll stay out of yours. Got it?"
It was late at night and Vincent had been trying to get some sleep after a long day of tests. His attempts were thwarted though the moment he heard the door to his college dorm slam open. Groaning in irritation the brunette got up and went to see what the ruckus was, though he had a guess who it could be.
Going into their shared living room he saw Vanitas standing there. A beer bottle in one hand and reeking of smoke and pot. Looking at the raven haired male in annoyance Vincent shook his head. "Really? At this hour?"
{💤} Vanitas stumbled into the shared space he had with other classmate. He didn't know him too well, outside of knowing he got on his nerves from time to time. That and they had a couple of classes together. Other than that he didn't really care about the other male or give him any attention.
That is...until tonight. "What?" Vanitas growled, as he swayed on his feet. He was so drunk he was seeing double. "It's only two in the morning. You have like..." He paused, counting silently to himself. "You have like, seven more hours of sleep. So it ain't my problem if you can't fall asleep on your own at this point." He shrugged plopping down on the sofa and chugging the rest of the beer. "Now, do us both a favor and stay outta my business. You can't stop me, so you may as well get comfortable. "
{⛧} Vanitas could feel something in the darkness, calling out to him and pulling him in. Was someone summoning him? A column of light cut through the dark, and he moved toward it, enticed by the sweet, metallic scent of blood.
A thick, dark, red slime bubbled out from the summoning circle drawn on the ground. The dark ooze began to take its shape, towering over the summoner and staring down at him with glowing red eyes. “Was it you who was foolish enough to summon me?” He asked, taking in this boy’s appearance. He certainly looked desperate enough. “What is it you desire?”
“I see.” Gazing down briefly at the mess of remains and then back up at Vanitas, Vincent could now fully appreciate the being before him. That despite the human looking face, he was indeed a demon. Like he said himself, a being created for pain and suffering.
However despite all of that Vincent couldn’t look away. Reaching up he wiped away at the blood on the raven haired man’s face. “Why don’t you find out? I mean we can feel what each other feels. Can’t you take a look through my memories?” The brunette asked as let down his mental guards.
On the surface there was the obvious curiosity, awe, and even euphoria he was currently feeling however going deeper into the human’s mind there was more. Self loathing and resentment bubbled up tinged with minor bouts of happiness and joy. Going deeper though to Vincent’s childhood lay a hidden treasure for the demon. A precious jewel full of pure fear and horror. Brief images of being lost and alone in the wilderness bleeding out and in pain. A near death experience.
Pulling himself out of the memories after what felt like forever Vincent looked up at Vanitas with a vague look. “Well?”
{⛧} This human was just full of surprises. After being more or less threatened, he still faced Vanitas with not even an ounce of fear in him. At first, Vanitas flinched as Vincent raised his hand to his face, only to find his touch was soft and gentle. It was nothing like the touch he's endured in the past.
Reaching up, and holding Vincent's hand to his cheek, he contemplated this further. Did he really want to try absorbing his darkness? He knew the only outcome would be him feeling sick, now that they were connected. Even now he could smell it through the euphoria...the stench of his anger, fear, hatred. It boiled just underneath the surface, like hot lava under the earth's crust. Had they not been connected, he might have lost himself and torn him apart as well. But now he began to feel nauseous and dizzy. "Inflicting pain on others is one thing, but being on the receiving end is something else entirely. Seeing your memories makes me sick." He pulled away from Vincent, struggling to keep himself together. He wasn't sure if he could hold back the unversed that were threatening to spill out of him. "We should get out of here. The smell of blood will probably attract any nearby demons." He somehow managed to open up a dark corridor, despite how ill he now felt. He was certain Vincent could feel it as well.
{🎸} Vanitas' world was beginning to spin, all the alcohol went straight to his head. He kept telling himself he deserved a treat after that god-awful, ten hour flight. As soon as he was back on the ground again, he was eager for a drink.
However, his yearning for just a small shot, turned into a bar hopping spree. Each time he entered a bar, he would leave feeling more drunk than when he entered. He felt hot, and he could barely walk straight. That definitely didn't stop him from wanting more though.
Vanitas stopped for a moment, shielding his eyes from the blinding neon lights of a strip bar. At first, he could hardly read the sign, but once he did he figured why the hell not? More drinks and naked chicks? Sounded like a win to him. He stumbled inside and up to the bar wanting more shots, only to be refused by the bartender. They could tell he was already drunk enough. "Fine..." Vanitas slurred his words a bit, glancing around at all the bodies laid bare for him to see. "If I can't get a drink, at least get me a private dance, hm? Give me the best dancer you've got!"
It was an easy night. All Alois had to do was finish this dance and he would be free to leave afterwards. Money was decent this week. Nothing to terrible and he actually was making a good fifty dollars more than he usually did. That was always a plus.
Currently the platinum blond was wearing a thick black rope tied all around his body. A thin thong worn underneath to cover his private. But, that didn’t really matter when that part of his body had a giant black bow tied around it. He knew how to use his body for the guests. Having been working in the business since the age of sixteen. And yes, he knew it was illegal but Alois hadn’t cared. Money was money and this was the easiest way for him to make a quick buck.
His focus was on a rich man whom often times asked for a private dance. Until his icy tones were drawn away by the loud man at the bar. A small smirk making its way onto ivory skin. Stepping off of the stage and sauntered his way over to the man in question. Hands in his hips as his body stopped mere inches from the newcomer. He looked normal to Alois. Must be some average money making man. A smile formed as he spoke up finally.
“And that will be me. Follow me into the back and I’ll make sure you have a good time.” As taught, Alois wasn’t allowed to touch or be touched. There were security everywhere. Each dancer had their own set of two. Alois was no different just because he is a man.
{🎸} Vanitas looked down at the petite body that now stood in front of him. He narrowed his golden eyes, trying to get a better look at their face. He almost mistook the other for his band mate, since they looked so similar. Vanitas rubbed his eyes, hoping it would help get them adjusted to the harsh lighting in this place.
He gave them another look over and realized that, thankfully, this wasn't his band mate standing before him in a skimpy outfit. After a brief sigh of relief, he tried to put on his most charming smile. It was hard to do because of how shitfaced drunk he was. "Well...aren't you a pretty little thing?" He purred as he followed him to the private room. "You're making me feel special already..."
{⛧} Vanitas could feel something in the darkness, calling out to him and pulling him in. Was someone summoning him? A column of light cut through the dark, and he moved toward it, enticed by the sweet, metallic scent of blood.
A thick, dark, red slime bubbled out from the summoning circle drawn on the ground. The dark ooze began to take its shape, towering over the summoner and staring down at him with glowing red eyes. “Was it you who was foolish enough to summon me?” He asked, taking in this boy’s appearance. He certainly looked desperate enough. “What is it you desire?”
Watching Vanitas rush the man Vincent couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and fascination at the demon’s display of speed and power. Almost like watching a pack of wolves going in for the kill first hand.
Spurred on by the other male’s laughing the brunette found himself unable to look away even as things got more gruesome. It was one thing to read and see the remains of grisly carnage but an entirely other thing to watch it first hand. Biting his lip Vincent could feel the excitement and thrill radiating off of Vanitas and practically taste the blood in his mouth through their connection.
Panting the human stepped closer to the demon. Glancing briefly down at the remains as he looked at Vanitas with his own look of euphoria. “Is…is it always this strong?”
{⛧} Vanitas was slightly startled by Vincent's sudden presence next to him. He wondered how he looked in the other male's eyes. Did he see a monster? A beast? Or was he fascinated by the raw power just displayed? At first, it was hard for Vanitas to tell. He had completely lost control of his senses, not even caring about how his new master perceived him.
Towering over Vincent, Vanitas licked his lips and wiped away some of the blood on his face, only to smear it and make even more of a mess. It was everywhere. "...Always..." He panted. "Every time I absorb negativity, I get stronger. I was created to feed on other's pain and suffering..." Had it not been for the fact that his own pain made him sick, he might have gone after Vincent during his frenzy.
He stared down at Vincent, a look that could only be described as hunger on his face. He could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I wonder... what does your fear tastes like? What makes you scream?" He mused aloud. He bared his teeth, and for a moment it seemed he was considering trying to find out.
