"Ugh…."
Vanitas groggily stirred in bed, rubbing his eyes as the morning light spilled through the curtains.
His white collared vest was loosely buttoned, exposing part of his bare chest. His wavy bangs, which were normally parted, had fallen over his eyes. His hair was getting long.
As he pushed himself upright, he noticed something unusual beneath the covers.
"Uh…?"
He slowly pulled the sheets back.
And froze.
"…."
Margaret lay beside him, sound asleep. She looked peaceful with her chest rising and falling with every breath. She wore a white nightgown, though the strap had slipped slightly off her shoulder due to… two very noticeable features Vanitas refused to name.
"...."
His mind blanked.
What the hell happened last night?
He remembered being dropped off by Franz. Walking through the gates. Entering the manor.
After that, everything was a blur.
"The fuck happened…."
A ridiculous thought surged through his mind.
"...."
His vest was loose.
"...."
