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Vil was known all around campus as the embodiment of beauty. I mean just look at him, he’s gorgeous. He loves showing off his beauty to the world proudly, like he was a god to be worshiped. Of course, he had some rough days, but usually he’d bounce back and be more beautiful than ever. Of course his beauty was loudly acknowledged, especially by his lion boyfriend daily. His tall stature stood out, especially with his tall black stilettos. It’s not everyday you see someone who has natural blonde hair that fades to a nice lilac purple, but everyone loved it. His fierce purple eyes filled with confidence shot others with intimidation, but also obsession.
Being perfect as he is, he is put on a big pedestal. Being as beautiful as he is means he also hides secrets. He had many secrets the world didn’t know about. They didn’t know about the scars on his body he caused. They didn’t know he tried to kill Neige during an overblot. They didn’t know about his old smoking addiction. Vil was fine with that, he had the support he needed for those issues. While he would faint at the idea of those being revealed, another secret being revealed would make his pass away fully. That secret was his chronic nosebleeds, as stupid as it was.
Ever since he was a young boy, he’d get heavy nosebleeds. Not simply the kind that would bleed for a couple minutes then leave. They were erratic. They were heavy, and messy. Suddenly a big chocolate river of blood would spill out of his nose. They were annoying as hell, as well as embarrassing. When he’d be acting, his nose would suddenly decide to bleed, ruining the whole entire shot. Sometimes they’d last for a couple minutes, but others they’d last so long he’d pass out. Very few people know about this fact, including his boyfriend. He’s learned to maintain it well, he could always feel when it was coming. The excuses would flow out easily over time, making it easier for him to escape. His father forbade photos of the actor’s nose bleeding to be released to the public, so for a while he was in the clear.
The normal person would probably think this was a stupid concern. They’d probably go ‘oh Vil nobody will care if your nose bled! They’d probably love you more!’ While yes you may be correct, there are many negatives to a small positive. If people saw his nose bleed like it was broken, him trying to cup the blood in his hands to avoid getting it on his clothes, they’d laugh. He couldn’t stand the idea of people seeing him in such a vulnerable state. He didn’t want others to see his nose being an ocean of blood. Bright ruby staining his slim hands as it pooled up, and overflowed. The metallic smell filled his senses, making his mouth taste disgusting. A few strands of hair dyed red as he struggled to stay awake.
Seeing him like that would ruin his popularity. While yes people would probably pay thousands for his blood in a jar, others would turn away in disgust. Nose scrunching up in disgust as their god bled all over. Looking like a blood covered pig. He just couldn’t have that! So he needed to keep it a secret. He was doing so good, that was until the Halloween planning Housewarden meeting.
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The time flew once school got out for the evening. Everyone relaxed at their dorms, or around campus. All the Housewardens sat in their corresponding thrones in the mirror chamber. Of course Crowley planned a meeting today as his dumbass was late, as always. Coffins with different colors floated around the dim, green lit room. Honestly the room looks like something you’d see at a wizard convention, how would that even go? Is there wizard drama?!? That’s for another day. Each chair had a different shade of color to indicate which dorm leader it belonged to. Everyone sat in the chamber, in their comfy chairs, listening to all of the presentations happening. Each Housewarden went up to excitedly explain their dorm themes and ideas for Halloween. Some had papers to explain designs of costumes, while others had a presentation projected on a pull down projector screen. Azul even had a whole slide about how he’d be able to get so much money.
Vil sat there in eagerness as the presentations went by dorm order. To the normal eye he looks as elegant and focused as usual, but on the inside he’s soaring with excitement. If Rook was here he'd definitely say some shit like ‘oh Roi Du Poison is so excited!’ like ok? Each leader excitedly explained their plans for costumes and decorations, well most of them did. Riddle simply explained everything, the costume design was briefly explained. Honestly they didn’t know if they were grime reapers, or maybe zombies? Who knows, but Riddle was trying to make it quick. His ideas for decorations were simple, yet dramatic. Leona’s ideas were lazily thrown out, clearly he didn’t make the presentation. The designs of the costumes, and the decoration mock up sheets, clearly, again, were not made by the lion. Vil had to admit though, the pirate outfits were stunning.
Azul explains everything in detail, from the Frankenstein's monster inspired outfits, to the decoration, to the…special promotion and menu for the Mostro Lounge? Of course he had to throw in advertising. When it was Kalim’s turn, he ran up there so fast he almost tripped over, and fell on his face. The boy stood infront of everyone with energy, ready to explain everything super quickly. It’s clear his meds may have worn off, but everyone here was patient with the boy. As he talked, his movement was loud, drawing attention away from his tired eyes.
“Kalim, you can talk slower, it’s not a race.” Azul chuckles, leaning his cheek against his fist. It was true, the boy was speedrunning this presentation. He looked at Azul, bouncing on the balls of his feet with energy. “Did you even sleep recently?” Riddle questioned, making the presentation even longer.
“Nope! I was too excited!” Kalim laughed out as he conintiued. He exstaticly explained the detail in the fox costumes, each detail adding a core part of the total thing. After a couple off topic rants, quickly fixed with Riddle interrupting with a ‘Kalim focus!’ and some ‘Kalim slow down please.” The white haired boy was done. He talked a lot, even he knew that, but everyone seemed pleased with the detail and passion he put into his presentation. All the Housewarden’s were soft on him, they knew he couldn’t help it. They also didn’t want an angry Kalim, the idea of that made all the Housewarden’s shutter.
Finally when Kalim ran to the seat next to the model, Vil got up. He brushed off his purple dorm robes, lifting them slightly as he stepped towards the projector screen. He noticed the reflection in one of the coffins, quickly fixing his hair before he went up, he needed to look perfect after all. He pulled up his presentation on the screen, and quickly got ready to share it. He stood straight, quickly glancing at Leona, softly smiling when he noticed how dialed in the lion was. If only he was this focused during other activities, including ones that hall not be named here.
Vil cleared his throat before starting. “This year’s Halloween theme for Pomfiore is vampires!” The man starts, switching the slide to the design he had for the costumes. He smiled proudly as he started rambling through the details. From the large, knee high,leather heels that honestly would probably make your ankle roll every step you took. To the detailed floral fabric ripped from your grandma’s couch, used on the outfit. To Vil it looked drop dead beautiful. The capes were specially designed to be eye-catching and dramatic. The fangs that were ‘necessary’ to the outfit would make them talk stupid, so he may have to sadly change that.
“Moving on.” the model stated, his brain was not satisfied at him not finishing ranting about the outfit. He clicked the arrow key to continue, his eyes lighting up more when he saw the mock up of his dorm decorations. The dorm was planning on decorating their living quarters like a classic Victorian vampire castle. Since the dorm was so old, and the stuff was so old, they practically were halfway there! Trust him, every step he takes in that dorm, he feels like he'll fall through the wood into the abyss. Sadly they wouldn't be sleeping in coffins like he suggested, but it'll still be close!
The model looked at the mock up, putting his slim hand on his hip. “We were planning on making our dorm sort of a Victorian style mansion.” The blond explained, pointing out the little details that made the decorations really pop out. “Well also, it’d be easy since the dorm is already so old- in a charming way.”
Continuing on with his passion filled rant, the blond ignores the pressure in his nose. He was already too far in on his rant that the burning feeling is his nose wasn't coming though to his energetic brain. All discomfort in his nose went unnoticed by the model. The feeling of something running down his lip quickly was neglected for his rant. He needed his brain to be pleased, he needed everyone to notice how much effort he's putting in, even if that passion makes him become light headed.
Vil’s purple eyes glanced over at the others, who all were relaxing in their chairs. Instead of receiving looks of interest, even admiration, he was met with shock, and horror. “W-well that's not even the biggest part of-” the model stuttered over his words, surprised at the reaction he's getting. Did they not like his idea? Was it really THAT bad? Did they not understand the truth of beauty?- “Vil-” Riddle starts, but is cut off by the blonde whipping his head around towards the red head. This resulted in the man gripping the table with the projector on it harder. When did the world get so spinny?
“What? Did I go over my time limit?" Vil questioned further, his snail slow brain not processing the megalodon sized amount of blood coming from his nose. Bright red blood landed on the dark garnet flooring, looking like a splash of paint on a blank canvas. A metallic taste filled Vil’s mouth when he swallowed. “No- of course not- it’s just your…” Riddle starts, gesturing at his own nose to help the man.
Everything around the man stopped, his slow ass brain growing a few brain cells as he clicked together what was happening. His nose was bleeding a shit ton, wasn't it. It all made sense. The metallic tastes, the pressure and discomfort in his nostrils, the dizziness. Bringing up slim fingers to his lip, purple eyes widen at the wet feeling on his lip. The soft drip drip drip of the blood hiting the table made him look down in shock. His eyes felt heavy, his mind not being able to process words that weren’t French. God why did he always have to talk french when he was angry.
“Oh, bon sang!” Vil huffed out in frustration, not even realizing that none of the other Housewarden’s can understand him at all. He decided that this wouldn’t stop him, he tried to stand straight and cotinue, ignoring the disco happening in his brain and eyes. Why the fuck was he at a disco? Did Crowley plan a sudden party again? “Pourquoi cela doit-il arriver maintenant!?” The man hisses as he scoops more blood with his fingers, the blood mixing with his purple lipstick. "Oh God! He's speaking French again! What do we do now?" Kalim shouts in shock.
“Bon sang, c'est partout!!” the model shouts out, looking for any solution to help him get out of here. “Merde, pourquoi ça devait arriver maintenant?! Je n'ai même pas fini ma présentation! Et maintenant, je mets du désordre partout! Merde, ça coule sur mon uniforme! Mon maquillage est fichu aussi! Bon sang! Je vais nettoyer, promis! Espèce d'imbécile! Ne le recueille pas avec tes mains! Beurk! Encore! Toutes mes excuses pour le désordre!!” he continues to shout, ridiculing himself for not thinking before panicking.
Riddle was quickly on his feet, running over to the man who’s yapping sped up French. “Vil, calm down, we do not speak French.” The redhead stated calmly, not understanding anything coming out of the man. The Housewarden’s were well used to the sped up French, it happens all the time when Vil gets frustrated, or stressed. Usually they’d have Rook to translate for him, but he wasn’t currently here, and they don’t speak French, even if they did he was going faster than greased lightning for any words to be clear.
“Maybe we should just call Rook to handle this?” Azul offered, grabbing his cane, before walking over to the bloody scene. Leona sat up fully in his seat, all laziness gone from his body as he watched his boyfriend’s nose bleed enough to supply a vampire for 10 years. Let’s hope those things aren’t real, or Vil will be the very first victim. “Hold still.” Riddle asks, taking out his cream Heartslabyul handkerchief, softly dabbing it on the blood with focus.
Vil panicked for a moment, but the soft handkerchief made him feel less ashamed about his nosebleeds. “Je suis désolé pour le désordre. Ce problème dure depuis un certain temps déjà.” The blond huffed, closing his eyes to stop the spinning happening in his head. Everything was so funky, the blood overstimulated his brain.
“Je vais bien.” the man stumbled out. He gently pushed Riddle away. He stopped leaning on the wooden table that was supporting his whole weight. The blonde started to stumble, trying to find the exit through his foggy haze. Was he in Silent Hill or something? He didn’t kill his wife or anything? “Je vais bien…” he breathed out as his vision went sideways, the floor getting closer to his sight.
“VIL!” was the last thing he heard, before the world went dark.
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Vil awoke to the sound of chattering, quiet but urgent. It was muffled, like he was underwater. Was he in Octanivelle? Was being in Pomefiore all a really long dream? Man that would be wacky. The feeling of cloth in his nose and another tapping his lip felt nice. Even though his eyes were closed, he could feel his vision rotating. His ears started clearing up, hearing becoming more sensitive. His eyes slightly opened, not open enough to be noticeable to the others, but enough to be covered by the shadows of the other Housewardens. Riddle’s leather glove covered hand was working on clearing up the endless amount of crimson coming from the other. Azul sat next to him, providing ideas on how to help, and also of course make profit. Leona looked down at him, face painted with worry, the most visible worry everyone has probably seen him had. His hand moved to gently brush away some of his front hair pieces, making them avoid getting stained.
“Do you think we should call Rook? Maybe Epel?” Azul stated, looking at him in worry, but mostly disgust. This didn’t get a response from either the redhead or the lion, clearly they were more focused on knowing if he’d die or not. “I don’t think we can, it’s a club day!” Kalim’s cheerful voice assaulted Vil’s eadrums for a second, before adjusting to it.
Azul looked at the heir with a glare. “Doesn’t spelldrive meet tomorrow, just like basketball club, and pop music?” he asks, pushing himself to sit straight on his knees. He brings his hands to fix his glasses, before returning them to his lap. “Well yeah, but the science club meets today! And knowing Vil, he’d probably prefer Rook to worry about this instead of Epel!” Kalim reply’s back, pretending to have a basketball in his hand and energetically dribbling it. His shoes very obnoxiously squeaking against the floor.
Vil can feel a small smile appear on his face. He always forgets how much Kalim actually knows about him, it’s sweet that he’s actually thinking about his comfort. Vil slightly turns his lead left, facing the king type chairs that made all of the Housewarden’s feel like royalty, well some of them already were royalty, but let a white boy fucking dream will you. Blood shifts to run to the side as he turns his head, making it drip on the floor. He looked as Kalim continued to pretend to play basketball, running around with the fake basketball.
“You know, I've been thinking about joining the basketball team! Floyd says I totally could!” Kalim cheers out, repeating the moves he’s seen Jamil do multiple times during intense games. “Yeah, but Floyd’s also the same man who snorts crack in the Mostro Lounge closet.” Azul adds on, trying to make Kalim actually focus on the dead fucking man infront of them, but Kalim’s dreams weren’t shattered in the slightest. “Well, no duh he does it in the closet, it’s already crystal clear like the crystal meth he takes.” The heir innocently adds, making Azul and Leona snicker a bit. The seaman covers his mouth as he tries not to laugh. “Am I wrong? It’s literally as shocking as a fork found in the kitchen!” he adds on, making Azul throw his head back in laughter.
“Don’t you mean a dinglehopper?” The octopus says, adding onto the stupidity. Kalim stops in his tracks, wheezing out, putting his head in his hands as he laughs. If you weren’t aware of the context, it would sound like Kalim was sobbing. I mean he probably is, he looks like he was about to throw up from the goddamn word ‘dinglehopper’. “Your fuckass did NOT just say dinglehopper dude!” Leona yells in disbelif, also cackling along with the other two.
Vil had to admit, it was pretty funny, the stuff said about Floyd was also very very true. Kalim runs to the wall, then quickly pretends to dribble, jumping up pretending he shot a basket. “He shoots! He scores! Fuck yeah!” The boy celebrates the imaginary win, but quickly slips and falls on the ground as he lands the jump. “Ow, that hurted more than when Jamil hit me with a broom.” Kalim hisses on the ground, turning his head towards the passed out man.
“Damn, do we need to go to court or something because of this? I’ll be your witness.” Azul snickers, fully caring more about the conversation now, but Kalim doesn’t respond. Instead he's looking at the model, his eyes completely wide.
Kalim made eye contact with Vil. Bright red eyes locked onto his face. His purple eyes slightly open, making them look dull. His hair was messy like he was fighting for his life. His skin was pale, almost grey in the lighting. The blood smeared on his face added to the effect that he had died. Kalim quickly sat up in shock. “H-holy shit! He's awake!”
Right on que, Vil quickly sat up at the other screaming, blushing a bit when he realized he was resting on Leona’s lap. His head yelled at him, giving him the consequences of sitting up too fast. Everyone sat there in shock, looking at the zombie model. He sighed out slightly, his body going slightly limp again with dizziness. The lion quickly caught him in his strong arms. They sat in silence for a while, the blood finally stopping after running out of Vil’s nose like a town evacuating a disaster sight. After a few beats of silence, someone finally spoke up.
Riddle cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. “So, Vil, are you feeling alright?” the Heartslabyul Housewarden asks hesitantly. He moves to fold up his now red stained handkerchief, placing it next to the other just in case. “You gave us all quite a scare.”
“Yeah I'm fine, my apologies.” the blonde huffs out, bringing a hand to his forehead, massaging it gently. Honestly, he wasn't that worried about opening up anymore, he knew they most likely wouldn't judge. “Take your time, we don't want you to speak French more-” Azul comments, pushing up his glasses.
“Bro got possessed by the PTSD of the French Revolution” Kalim comments, everyone else moving to glare at him. “What? He’s been playing too much Assassin’s Creed, it’s obvious. Next thing you know he's either joining a brotherhood, or he'll actually be possessed and act like the girl from the Exorcist-”
“Kalim, respectfully, shut up.” Leona says, squeezing Vil’s shoulder gently, indicating that he's listening. Once the boy shut up, everyone turned to a very tired looking Vil. The model tries to figure out the right words to say currently. “Again, I deeply apologize, I'm used to this, so I'm used to cleaning it up.”
Riddle shifts a bit, changing the way he was sitting. “What do you mean?” he asks, clearly very curious. Sitting up a bit, Vil started speaking, playing with his fingers aa he spoke. “Well, ever since I was younger I have always had nosebleeds like this. I've never told anyone because it's honestly kind of disgusting. Usually I can sense when they're about to start, and I can easily excuse myself before anyone can see, but I was being too much of a yap fest to notice.”
“Bro yapped so much, he almost bled to death-” The Scarabia Housewarden blurts out, his mouth being covered by Riddle. “Maybe that's why you should be quiet!” he says sternly towards the other, before removing his hand and turning his attention to Vil.
With an annoyed sigh, Leona sat up straighter, changing his grip on his boyfriend so he didn't fall. “Maybe we should stop the meeting for today.” The lion says, grabbing the model’s arm and wrapping it across his shoulders. He gripped his waist as they both stood up. Vil leaned more into Leona for support, even if he did hate it, or maybe he liked it, mind your fucking business. “We can continue this another day, princess here seems tired.”
“Leona’s right, we should finish this another day.” Riddle agrees, quickly standing up and going to clean up the mess. Vil felt bad about the mess, but he was quickly met with reinsurance from the redhead. “Don't worry about the mess, I'll clean it up this time. I do request you to tell us when you're about to get a nosebleed from now on.”
With a lazy nod, Riddle started to clean. Leona started to move towards the exit, gritting his teeth at the loud chattering coming from Kalim and Azul. “So he was possessed! Azul we need some holy water! Stat!” the heir exclaimed, running over to the octopus urgently. “Holy water?!? Well now that I'm thinking about it, that could be a good drink item on the Halloween menu…” the blue haired man comments, closing his eyes and nodding as he imagines the future drink. “You should add some of Vil’s blood! Make it have extra flavor-”
And with that, the doors closed, leaving the model and lion alone in the silent hallways. As Leona helped guide him through the fancy, sun filled halls, it was silent. The birds were chirping loudly, far away talking from others just faintly heard. The tension between the two was thick, and it wasn't just the sexual tension. Leona’s face remained his usual resting bitch face expression, but in his eyes there was obvious worry, almost hurt.
“Why the hell didn't you tell me this?” the lion questioned, his deep voice softer than usual. Vil looked at the ground in disappointment, like a kid who was getting scolded. “I didn't want you to worry, I also just didn't think it'd matter.”
Leona stopped for a second, brows pinching together more. “Of course i was worried, i mean who wouldn't be fucking terrified when their sexy ass boyfriend is bleeding more than a man with TB ever could.” The comparison made Vil laugh a little bit, leaning into his boyfriend more as his body was slowing down. “Well, I'll start telling you if I get another nosebleed, or TB.” The model says, pausing for a moment. “Last time I checked though, I wasn't a cowboy in 1899.”
“Well, I can't argue with that.” the brunette mumbles, trying to find a way to tease his boyfriend. With a smirk, Leona quickly picks the other up bridal style, fully waking up Vil. “Let me down you dumbass!” The model yells, blush quickly developing on his face from embarrassment.
“God forbid I wanna carry my boyfriend.” Leona scoffed, pretending to be annoyed. This shut Vil up entirely, accepting the fate of his boyfriend carrying him across campus like his bride. Honestly, being carried didn't feel bad, actually he felt more tired. TB or not, at least he now can finally fucking sleep.