𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

020

Both you and Vanitas headed downstairs to where Noé and Luca were located...

You were praying that Jeanne was safe, and that her and Luca weren't injured in any way.

Last you heard of them was before the brawl had really begun. Since then, you had been indulging in his blood.

Your face suddenly felt warm just from the thought of it.

Your heart was only just beginning to slow its pace; you didn't want it to do that weird thumping again.

As long as you were in your right mind, you would not allow that to happen again. There was no way you would...

Right...?

When you arrived, Noé was set on his knees, staring into the venomous eyes of the one and only, charlatan.

Whatever the reason was, you knew it must have been something sensitive, otherwise, he couldn't have fallen so easily.

The castle was in a frenzy, and there were still multiple curse-bearers roaming around freely.

You frantically ran your eyes over the hallway, until you spotted Jeanne and Luca.

You're wrist was grabbed though in a warmer hand, preventing you from making your way to them.

Vanitas took notice to the situation as well, which is why he snatched you're wrist to express one more thing before entering the direly battle.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?"

For the few seconds you spun your head to meet his eyes, they showed sincerity and truthfulness.

You're lips parted by the unexpected compliment, turning you're head away as a reflex to hide you're rosy cheeks.

"T-Thank you..."