Guys I did fanfic, it’s about vsmp Cleo and Pearl. Enjoy
“It’s weird, it’s not like I can hear it it’s more..”
Pearl noticed how Cleo’s face twisted, scrunching up their nose.
“You can smell it?” Pearl questioned.
“How would you smell a heartbeat Pearl?” Cleo responded, deadpan.
“I don’t know! I know how werewolves work not this! Vampires aren’t my specialty.”
Cleo hummed, levelling their gaze at pearls defiantly crossed arms and averted pout, not yet wanting to push for more of that information. Pearl was entitled to a private past even if that past had some … odd and possibly concerning implications.
“Anyways no I can’t smell your heart beat either” Their gaze flicked downward, staring at the hard wood floor in thought “ it’s like, when you go into a loud tavern and the music seems to fill the space, you’re not so much hearing the beat as you are feeling it” Cleo looked back up at Pearl catching her intently focused eyes in the half darkness of their shared kitchen, not that Cleo really used it much nowadays.
“Does it… does it feel that intense?” Pearl spoke hesitantly but didn’t move her eyes from the vampire in from of herself.
Cleo let out a breath they didn’t need to be holding.