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Noe had noticed early on that in spite of the flair he holds himself with and the ruckus he stirs wherever he goes, Vanitas’s tread was always light and perpetually soundless if one does not possess vampiric senses. Regardless, Noe has no idea when he had already familiarized himself with the light thud of Vanitas’s boots to the point where he can notice Vanitas trying to crawl out of their window at nights while half awake.
It was this acquired skill that alerts Noe of Vanitas’s presence while sipping tea in a quiet coffee house with a new novel, lazing the day off. Vanitas had strode into the modest shop with purpose, locating Noe’s seat immediately and had promptly cornered him, stepping into his space and crowding him into his seat.
In the abruptness, Noe finds himself staring into Vanitas’s eyes, hauntingly beautiful and hypnotizing. His ears pick up the idle chatter of the cafe, delicate clinks of the many teacups around them along with the rustle of Vanitas’s coat as he moves. It works well to cover them from others' view as well as casting Noe in Vanitas’s shadow.
Vanitas’s hand emerges from his coat just as Noe opens his mouth to speak, effectively cutting him off by a simple touch to his jaw. The man lets out a little hum, tilting Noe’s head up until he can feel Vanitas’s breath fanning the skin of his nose.
Noe swallows and feels the way Vanitas’s fingers move from where he wrapped them around his neck, grazing the tan skin with his fake claws. Noe can’t bring himself to look away from Vanitas– his eyes are wide, gaze flitting across the other’s face, lingering between captivating eyes, stopping at the beads of sweat present at his hairline, and settling at the plush, bitten skin of his lips, so close he could probably reach it if he tilts his head just so–
He jumps and instinctively opens his eyes -when had they slipped close?- when he feels soft pressure on his forehead, nose scrunching to convey his confusion. A low chuckle reaches his ears the same time his eyes adjusts back to the light. By the time he regains some semblance of his composure, Vanitas had already smoothly exited the shop, the only thing announcing his leave was the echo of the shop’s door chime.
Noe blinks dumbly, body still slumped over his chair, brain operations slowed by his lovesick haze. He startles out a short laugh at his beloved, before gently ghosting his hand over his head, tracing the spot Vanitas had kissed and savouring the warmth left by the contact.
He got him good.