I can't get this new form of Void Nulla with teeth out of my head.
Do you have any ideas for an x reader scenario related to this? (Safe one, of course.) I would love to see it<3
He is teasing, of course, when he asks if you would love him in any form. Would you love him if he was a worm? Would you love him if he was a woman? Would you love him if he was Septem? Would you...? Nulla wants to convince himself that the answer doesn't really matter. After all, he would do anything to make you love him. And after all, the life within this world would be soon snuffed out. He wants to treasure that time with you, and give you the best time he could provide. Yet, when you ask to see his void self, he stumbles, surprised and perplexed by your request. Nulla obliges, of course. Who is he to deny you such a request, especially with that look on your face? It's going to be just a brief showing of what he is, he reasons. Even if you don't like his "true" self, you'll be easy on him, with the different form offer still on the table.
Yet, you lean in, nearly pouncing over the table, making him recoil in surprise. Your hands reach over, fingers mere inches away from his face, you freeze. It doesn't dawn on him immediately what you're trying to do until he musters up the courage to look you in the eye, and see the adoring glint that he didn't expect. He searches for something else within those eyes, a shadow of fear, disgust. When he can't find anything to validate his insecurity, he leans into your outstretched hand, melting into the warm touch. Nulla's form begins to morph, instinctively draping itself between your fingers. You smile. And in turn, so does he. Or so you assume, as you're now able to see white, sharp shards within the shimmering depth of his amethyst hue. Against perhaps your better judgement, you reach for the boundary between the vivid plum and glistening mauve. Your fingers trace over the shifting shapes, and you feel the void in your palm hum with delight. You are looking into the true face of your lover; joy washes over you. The intimacy of the moment makes the two of you giddy.
"Careful, mi vida," you hear Nulla's mellow chuckle everywhere around you. "You wouldn't want me to bite."
It's your turn to freeze up, evaluating how fine you are with being exposed to those incisors. And frankly, by the Bordeaux of your face, something is telling you that you are all to excited to find that out.
"Perhaps we..." Nulla's gently grabs your wrists, moving them away from his face, letting it take its previous, human shape. You see his face flushed, cheeks adorned with a deep shade of red. He tries to stutter out something nonchalant, but the realization of just what your face means made him entirely too ruffled with the wild thoughts running through his head.
"As much as I'd love to explore what that look in your eyes means in vivid detail, the writer would only give us a fade to black."
"But we can most definitely work with that rich imagination of yours, cariño~," Nulla winks at you with a great deal of mischief. He isn't lying, dear.
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