@0nce-ina-blu-m00n // the mad doctor
Vanitas gave a sigh, tilting his head to the side as he looked over the pathetic creature, “тσ мє, уσυ נυѕт ℓσσк ℓιкє α ναмριяє נυѕт αвσυт яєα∂у тσ ∂яιηк ƒяσм ωнσєνєя тнєу ρℓєαѕє.” He hummed, eyes turning serious.
“ιт ѕєємѕ αѕ тнσυgн уσυ αяє яαтнєя нυηgяу, вυт ησ σηє ιѕ αяσυη∂. αяє уσυ ρєянαρѕ тяуιηg тσ ¢σηтαιη уσυя υяgєѕ тσ ρяσνє тσ мє уσυ αяє ησт ωнαт ι тнιηк уσυ αяє?” He questioned, walking over the mud that the vampire had written in, ruining their speech and preventing them from saying anymore.
The noir placed his hands on his hips and shrugged a shoulder, “∂ι∂ ι ησт мєηтιση вєƒσяє?”He gave a mutter as he looked down at the vampire, dull eyes scanning any kind of expression they can muster from this mystery in human form, “ι’м вσяє∂, αмσυяєυχ.” He chuckled.
Vanitas dared getting closer to them and did not stop from fear, it was almost as though the word did not exist for him and instead he wanted to disappear into the unknown. Oh, just to have his name and face on a missing poster, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶.
The snarl that tore from their lips wasn’t fearful- no, it was angry. There was nothing they needed to prove to such a foolish man- to a stranger, no less, especially not when there were matters far more important than a raving lunatic’s opinion. Though instead of claws or fangs sinking into the stranger’s flesh, it had been open palms that made contact in effort to shove him away.
While their strength had indeed been diminished due to various injuries, it still was, of course, the strength of a vampire, and far more than that of the average human. Should they have wished for harm to be done, there would be harm. However, as it stood even now, all they wanted was distance.
He̙̜̜̻̜'͇̺̦ş̮̞̼̣ ̸̠ͅa͍͔̯̗̼͎ ̫̼̟̣̦̤f̙͡o̪̳͈̬͇̙̮o̜̪̝͚͟l͏̻,͕,
A voice, as strained as their own should sound if they ever were to speak in the current situation, whispered- though it wasn't through the ears that the youth heard it, so much as it was the mind. Oddly enough, the youth hadn’t thought to question the other voice in their head until now... Yet still, they did not, eyes remaining trained on the human. Their throat felt as if it were parched to the point of cracking, and it were almost as if scowling into the depth of those ridiculous blue hues was all that could be done to keep their gaze from drifting to his throat.
Even when the fangs elongated further, even when the youth approached the other once more as if in a trance, those fangs would not sink into the noir. Instead, they pierced the pale flesh of their own arm, as the ivorette kicked a cloud of dust at the other, eyes bright with irritation for his previous display of rudeness- trampling over their words as if they meant nothing. Coughing in quiet distaste at the tang of their own fluids, the vampire spat the sanguine liquid towards the incomprehensible fool, turned on their heel and started to limp away.