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Day 4
Angst // Fluff
„Noé?“
I grumbled, slowly opening my eyes. I stared at the ceiling.
I didn't fall out of bed today?
Wow.
„Noé?“ His voice was there again. I had to be dreaming – he would never enter my room at night.
Wait.
…
Vanitas was in my room?!
Immediately I woke up and I was standing within moments.
„Ok. You're awake.“
Now I could hear the pain and the panic in his voice. And the sorrow.
„Yes... I am. Why... are you here?“
„Sorry“, the man whispered and walked over to me. He stood right before me. What...?
„What for?“, I said, looking at him totally dumbfounded. We came back from the chasseurs yesterday, Laurent slept in another room in the same hotel.
He practically broke down right in front of me. He sank to his knees, buried his face in his hands.
He didn't wear any gloves, I could see all his scars and the mark, and Jeannes mark because the shirt was way too big for him. Then I realized it was his.
Why did Vanitas wear my shirt? Nah, it didn't matter now.
„Hey...“ I sat down next to him, my hand took a life of its own and gently touched his cheek.
He stayed silent.
„Vanitas... why are you so broken?“
I could hear him sobbing and then the sobbing turned into screaming. I was really unsure what to do. I didn't know if he would allow more touch. But I couldn't do more. So I pulled him into a loose hug.
„No... let go... please, Noé...“ It was only a faint mumbling, but he stopped screaming.
He struggled, wanted me to let go, but I didn't.
„Vanitas... calm down... please... calm down and tell me what you are sorry for!“
I pressed his face into my chest. He was so desperate. He was trembling and he couldn't calm down.
„I'm sorry for... everything! I'm always... so mean to you... for examle today...! I didn't mean to insult you... and... sorry for screaming... and lying...“
„Vanitas... you didn't lie today... and I know you didn't mean it... everything's ok...“
„I don't mean today.“ I knew what he meant. I knew which of his sentences was a lie, he didn't even need to say it. I usually didn't know things like this, but this was obvious.
„I know. It's ok. It's ok. And now calm down. Come on... breath in. And then out.“
He did what I told him to do and then he stopped all the sobbing and crying.
„You... you really know... sorry but... you're Noé... I kind of... can't believe that... you know it...“ He let out a chuckle and onto me.
„You don't love her. It's obvious, Vanitas.“
„Do you even know what love is, Noé?“
A laugh escaped my throat. It was desperate.
„Ok, you know it. I could hear it in your laugh.“ He chuckled again, hugging me back now.
I didn't know what was wrong with this situation. Why was he so... tender? But I didn't care, it was kind of cute.
„Yes. I know it. I know what love is.“
I could feel his nose pressing into my neck, his fingers clawing into the cloth of my shirt.
„Who do you love? I mean... you don't discovered it... just like this... right?“
I nodded. Yes. He was right. I really loved someone. And he sat right in front of me.
My heart was beating so loudly in my chest, sometimes it missed a beat because he was so near to me and I could feel his warmth seeping through his and then through my clothes.
„Actually... I don't really want... to tell you... who it is...“
„But Noé... I think I know it already.“ He snuggled up even closer. How did I even survive this moment?
„Ah... yes? Really...? W-who ist it? Domi or Jeanne...?“ I tried to make him puzzled by only giving him these two choices. He would laugh at me if he knew the truth.
„Noé? You're trembling.“
Shit. He was right and I couldn't stop myself.
„Noé... Do you remember when I told you what I like about Jeanne? Do you remember the characteristics? I didn't describe Jeanne, you know?“
Shit, this situation drove me insane. Hope was welling up in my chest, because I hoped that he described me. That he really loved me.
But this couldn't be.
„Err... ok. And... who did you mean then?“
His hands clawed even tighter.
„Noé. Let's just say it. It's useless. Let's just get over with it, ok?“
Ok, he practically confessed to me right now. I was so happy I couldn't bear this happiness, I couldn't even breath.
„Ok. Will you say it first or me? I'm... still afraid that we aren't talking about the same thing... you know?“
He looked me in the eyes, he was so cute, there was a blush on his face.
„Noé. We're talking about the same thing. Believe me. I'm also afraid, so...“
His eyes shone blue in the moonlight coming from outside, the features of his face were soft, he was looking at me with the biggest smile of the world.
And he was crying again.
My trembling got even worse when he came even nearer, I could feel his breath on my skin and I could smell him.
Without even thinking, I leant forward a little, it was out of reflex. I wanted to kiss him.
Fuck.
„It's embarrassing... can you just say it?“ He tried to look away, but he couldn't.
My left hand wandered to his hair and I buried my fingers in it. His hair was soft and he also wore it open, my shirt was gliding don his shoulder.
He hypnotized me. I forgot what we just talked about.
„Vanitas, do you know that your eyes are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen? Like... ever?“, the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stopped them and he blushed even harder.
„Err- y-you... too?“ His stuttering was so cute. He was so cute that he couldn't handle any compliments.
I loved him with everything I had.
I breathed in shakily, opened my mouth to say it but I said nothing.
Shit, my brain didn't work anymore, and it mainly didn't work together with my tongue.
„Ok, if you are too anxious, then...“
„No! It doesn't work at a- hey, I can speak!“ And with this, I just kissed him.
Nothing did matter to me anymore, there were his lips on mine, a little chapped, but still soft.
We broke apart after what felt like an infinity. He began hugging me again, holding onto me as if I was the last thing he had in his life.
And well, maybe I was the last thing he had.
„Noé? Could you please say it now? I want to hear it. Please...“ I could hear the tears clouding his voice, he was shaking.
„Of course...“ I laid my chin on top of his head, gently stroking his hair and back. I needed to comfort him.
„I love you, Vanitas. I don't really know why, but... I love you.“
He began laughing inmidst of all his despair and sorrow, he laughed and laughed and suddenly I joined him.
Wow, how idiotic was this situation?