The lab certainly hadn’t offered many pleasant memories for you to recall, the bitter aftertaste of permanent fear and pain a human being shouldn’t be able to cause lingering on Mikhail’s tongue weeks after the torture had come to an end.

You’d been rescued by the vampire of the blue moon, the being Vanitas and you were supposed to resemble after doctor Mareau’s treatment. Mikhail could still recall the feeling of being held by hands which meant no harm for the first time ever- Vanitas had been wary of the saviour, their sight in the moonlit centre of a destroyed laboratory not exactly awakening trust. He was older than you, probably more experienced as well, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to distrust those gentle eyes and soft hands.

Luna was pleasant to be around. Children subconsciously seek to have a circle of caring people around them, and maybe that’s what you were, even after everything you’ve been through; a child in need of care and parental affection.

The sweet scent of cookie dough wafted through the air as Luna and Mikhail busied themselves with the task of baking Christmas cookies- neither of you had ever really done that, but it was certainly fun. Dealing with kitchen utensils wasn’t really Luna’s thing, they were quite clumsy when it came down to that, yet that was alright- cookie dough is difficult to mess up, really.

“Hey, this one actually looks decent!“

The vampire happily beamed, presenting a peculiarly shaped piece of dough to Mikhail, their eyes sparkling.

“Can you guess the shape?”