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[brckenprcmises]

𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠 ── .✦

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 ── .✦

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[brckenprcmises]

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

[aeviterncl]

It hadn't taken long since they had shared the festival treat that he and Ansel had to part ways. It seemed that waiting in that line had eaten up more time than he really wanted, and Ansel had to go back home despite the festival still being mostly in full swing. Shi didn't blame his friend. After all, it was quite late at this point in the evening. The sun had already set and the crowd was starting to thin out a little bit.

Yet, the moment Ansel left his side, the security and solace he felt vanquished. It died the moment he no longer could see Ansel leaving from a distance, and the witch was left with that lingering feeling of eyes boring into his entire being. It was unsettling even though he knew exactly who the cause of it was.

No, the moment right now was unsettling because he was suddenly alone again.

He didn't like being alone, not in a crowd like this, not amongst a multitude of loving families who actually wanted and cared for their children.

Absentmindedly trudging away from the main road of the festival, the redhead detoured towards the route Kai had been using to tail him and Ansel tonight. The lanterns and lights didn't reach this far, so his vision simply wasn't all too reliable the further away from the festival he went, but thankfully the shadows were quick to guide him to the hunter he was desperate to see (anyone to get him away from this hollow and scary feeling of being alone).

His gaze fixed on the grassy ground and following the trail made by the shadows at his feet, Shi found himself heading more towards the trees lining the path just outside the festival grounds. And soon enough, he caught the reflection of blue hair in the moonlight. He slowed to a stop, forcing his unreasonable emotions down as he prepared himself to face Kai.

Lifting his gaze, he met the witch hunter's eyes with his own, appearing unbothered nor surprised to see him out here despite not having been invited. Without bothering with a greeting, the witch simply asked, ❝ Did you also want to come to the festival? ❞

[brckenprcmises]

The relief Kai felt as he watched Ansel finally walk away from his witch, was more than he cared to admit. That good for nothing werewolf didn't need to be around Shi anymore than he already was. Kai was out here pissed off like he had a right to be. He typically ran from those emotions, switched in the other personality at the very least so he wouldn't have to confront anything head on. In frustration, he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, plunged it into the tree as hard as he could, and then paused. Looking down, Shi had moved from where he'd been a moment ago. Anyone else would maybe be panicking, prey lost to the wind, but his was coming right to him. It wasn't a surprise that Shi realized he was here, Kai didn't really take the care to hide himself anymore, enjoying how paranoid it made Shi feel. He pulled on the knife, closing it, and shoving it in his pocket before looking up at his prey with a smirk.

The expression dropped when he heard what Shi had to say, not sure what actually prompted the other witch to ask him. Several seconds passed before he swallowed and scolded at Shi instead. How dare he surprise him. At the very most he was expecting him to find him and then walk home, or maybe yell at him for following him out here without being invited. This though, this was interesting. Shi knew he was the hunter, and he knew he was technically here to kill him, even if Kai wasn't going to follow through with that. Here he was, though, inviting him to the festival just like he had Ansel. It honestly pissed him off that he was a second choice, but was well aware of how much of a choice he should't be at all. He almost wanted to take the switchblade back out and threaten him, but took a few steps forward and pushed Shi back into a tree instead, grabbing his hand after and yanking him back down the path. "Fine. Let's go."

[brckenprcmises]

“So you run a food blog,” Ryder mused aloud as he set down his fork. He had been curious as to why Mochi was so keen on getting the perfect photo of her orders but now it made sense. It also clued him in as to why she was so detailed with her reviews and opinions on all the cakes they had tried, but there was still one thing bugging him. Every time they tried out a new dish together, the girl was determined to get his opinion on it, and he didn’t get the why behind that.

The boy knew she wanted him to quote, collaborate, unquote with her, but he didn’t think he had the skills or reputation for it. Wouldn’t she be better off collaborating with more seasoned content creators? Why drag him into this? He’d only lower her ratings and engagement with his poorly articulated thoughts.

Pausing in his act of eating the slice of a lemon cake, he lowered his voice, muttering a bit, “But why do you need my opinion on any of this stuff for it?”

[I’m furthering the plot; @aeviterncl ]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

The more Mochi hung out with Ryder, the more she truly started to enjoy his company. They really just got together to eat sweets, which might not seem like that big a deal to the average person, but it was one of Mochi's favorite things to do. This was special. "Mhm," She hummed an answer to him as she snapped just a few more shots of her own lemon cake, having not touched it quite yet. She often wondered if it annoyed others how into her blog she was, but all her life she'd been told to do what she loved...and she loved sweets. After her camera was set up to so she'd be able to catch her in real time reaction of her first bite, she looked over at him with a soft smile. "Oh, that's easy, I value your opinion way more than theirs," the smile on her face turned almost mischievous as her bright green eyes shined at him, "And you're way cuter too." She couldn't help the little giggle as she looked back at the camera and finally took her first bite, recording herself as she savored the treat and let out a satisfied sigh. speaking out on how the flavors were just right. Then she turned the film off, figuring she'd try her best not to actually make him uncomfortable. "Oh before I forget, I brought you some soap samples to try." She dug into her satchel and retrieved the reusable bag filled with a few different scents she'd been trying out. 'They're all labeled. Care to let me know if you really don't like one?"

[brckenprcmises]

The silence between them was deafening and not in a way that was comfortable. Shi couldn't even voice a word despite knowing this person in his home was the safer side of the person he knew. Maybe it was because he wasn't the one that actually experienced that scary moment with him that the redhead found it hard to say anything. Rather, he simply snuggled close to this timider side of Kai and pushed his shoulder against his, hoping to chase away the memory and feeling of the stabbing that happened not too long ago.

He hadn't slept well the night before either. He was tired too. He kept circling through the same two questions every single time he saw this guy, blue hair with blue eye or brown hair with brown eyes— he couldn't understand why Kai hadn't bothered to kill him yet. He was so desperate to know and ask (no, he wanted a different reason than it being just for money, which also wouldn't make sense as to why he was prolonging the final act). Then again, the person he was leaning on wasn't the hunter per se. It was the other one, the one he didn't quite know too well since he hardly said anything.

His fingers tugged the folds of Kai's sleeve, interrupting the other's process of scribbling in his journal as the witch snuggled up even more against his arm, ❝ What are you drawing this time? ❞ he asked as normally as he could manage. His eyes didn't meet Kai's at all, but rather focused on the page the other was working on.

[@aeviterncl, building up some bonding moments with personality 2]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

This had started to become routine by this point. Kai would follow Shi around all day long until the witch managed to make his way home, and then he'd come out in the evening. He needed to be out at some point, and if Kai wasn't going to move on from Shi, there wasn't really much he could do about it -- not that he minded Shi's company, either. The more he came around, the more physically comfortable it seemed Shi started to get with him. He welcomed the push of the redhead's shoulder against his own, giving a little push back in response. Then taking a pause in what he was doing on the paper in front of him incase Shi decided to purposefully bump him again. He let out a sigh as Shi seemed to relax a bit more and allowed him to continue what he'd been working on, mindless drawing really just for something to do with his hands at this point. One of the pens Shi had gotten them for Christmas perched between his fingers and posed against the page of the notebook he'd taken claim of, pausing as the witch next to him tugged on his sleeve and caught his full attention. Eyes flicked to Shi's face the best he could manage before looking back down at the page in front of him. He looked exhausted, but the alter wasn't sure how to go about offering to let him rest against him without crossing a line. His whole body seemed to relax when Shi started to get closer to him all on his own and he could refocus his attention. "Oh, uh, just some absentminded line art." He mumbled, but made sure it was loud enough for Shi to hear him in their close proximity. The mandala in front of him was beautiful, but was simply being used as a distraction so he didn't put his full attention on the witch.

[brckenprcmises]

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

[brckenprcmises]

The night of the festival was finally here and like he had asked Ansel, Shi was there to take him to it. Dressed in garments that blended modern fashion and some traditional components, the witch had led his friend over to the festival grounds. Many people were frolicking around and were holding red lanterns of their own. Children ran around and groups of people were simply out and about chatting amongst themselves or lining up at the various stalls for the seasonal treat.

After having stood at one of those stalls himself, Shi returned to Ansel's side with a tray that held two orders of tangyuan, each paper holder having a set of 3 balls in it and a spoon to eat said dish with. He held out the tray to his friend, leaning in a bit close to make sure he could hear the explanation over all the noise.

❝ These are glutinous rice balls, ❞ he began to explain, ❝ each one has a different filling. I wasn't sure if you preferred sweet or savory, so I got us both the red bean filling and the sesame ones. The red bean paste ones are the sweeter flavor. ❞

Leaning back to give proper space again, Shi turned to look at the sight of the festival, admiring the sight of all the lanterns, firecrackers, and the sheer amount of families happily partaking in the festivities. It really had been too long since he really had gone with someone, let alone someone who he actually didn't feel so guarded with. Although, he still felt a bit anxious. He could still feel eyes on him from miles away.

Attempting to ignore the feeling of being watched, the redhead continued to casually explain some more about the treat, ❝ They say if you eat these, you'll bring good luck and happiness to your family for the new year. ❞ He sure hoped some luck would shine on himself too, for it seemed everything had been crashing and burning up until this small moment of reprieve.

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl/ unprompted.

Ansel had spent so long trying to figure out what to wear, that he hadn't really had time to think about the festival itself. Which did him a whole lot of good since when She arrived, Ansel still walked out the door in normal attire. He didn't keep anything besides that and his work clothes around, and never having to really been to a festival for something like this -- he wasn't really sure what to do. There were eyes on them. He could feel it. From the walk from his apartment to the festival and clearly the whole time they were there, and Ansel had to assume it was that guy that'd been following Shi around. He wondered if She could feel it too, or if he was just picking up on Kai because of his werewolf traits. Though, Ansel wondered how much Shi usually felt the creep watching him, assuming that wise today probably felt like every other one for his friend. Either way, the guy was staying out of sight at least, Ansel carefully keeping watch of his surroundings while he waited for Shi to come back to him. It really was beautiful out here, all the lights and festive activities would pull anyone into a good mood. "Luck to my family, huh?" Ansel only really had a living brother, and they weren't really on speaking terms. Unless the pack as a whole would count as his family, but he didn't ask for clarification as he looked up and smiled at Shi. "Thank you." He took a bite of his food, letting out a little hum as he tried the red bean filling first, "This is good." The smile not leaving his face, showing not only the good time he was having, but trying to rub his friendship with Shi in Kai's face as much as he could without knowing exactly where he was.

[brckenprcmises]

❝ If I did something bad, would you hate me? ❞ the witch asked in a soft voice. He had come home to his beloved after a visit back home, and to say he was a bit weighed down about what he was continuing to hide from his partner was a bit of an understatement. Zerah found himself leaning down to rest his head on Gracie’s shoulder to hide his easy to read expression, his arms slinking around her waist as if asking for comfort.

The boy always made sure to return with every bit of blood washed and cleaned away, but sometimes, he still saw the red hue cover his hands despite knowing the physical thing was long gone. What if Gracie thought he was betraying her for the things he was doing? He was scared of her finding out about what he did during his home visits. He didn’t want her to know, didn’t want to scar her heart even more. Zerah already knew how much she suffered because of her previous asshole of a boyfriend and he didn’t want to do the same thing to her. He didn’t want to be the same as that guy, yet he felt like he was inching closer and closer to betraying her kindness and acceptance.

Zerah wished he could summon more words, but his voice died in his throat. He didn’t dare to elaborate. How could he even explain his responsibility? How could he even word it so that Gracie would still wholeheartedly and confidently accept this new layer she’d uncover about him?

Nuzzling his against her neck, he gently squeezed her and murmured against her skin, ❝ I love you, Gracie. No matter what. ❞

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He was always just a little bit different every time he came back from visiting home. Zerah's words, not expected, but still not overly surprising as she stood there holding him as tightly as she could. It was moments like these that she felt he could slip through her fingers, forcing her cold hands not to shake against her boyfriend's back as she imagined the possibilities he could throw at her. "Never." She was sure of her answer without ever needing to know the true weight of those words, blindly in love with everything about Zerah. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but keeping him at her side.

One of her hands moved into his hair as she relaxed just the slightest, the feeling of Zerah nuzzling against her making him feel even more real. It was exactly what she needed. It always took her a little bit to feel like he was really solidly with her after coming home, even though she was the one with stitching that could come undone. She didn't dare worry him in these moments with that concern, knowing she'd eventually believe he was there. What was the alternative? He'd been make believe this whole time and she'd been talking to herself? She was crazy, but not that crazy. Truly, she had to believe that. "Whatever it is." She started, closing her own eyes and talking slowly. "I'm not going anywhere. You're everything and then some, and I'll be right here when you're ready." The hand in his hair started to move, hoping to allow him to take comfort in her and relax even just a little bit. "I love you, too."

[sevxra-arts]

I can finally share this as it's now a precious friend's birthday! This is a drawing of our OC ship featuring Zerah (my OC) and Gracie (their OC).

They're so in love~

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises, happy birthday once more, bestie!

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

This wasn't supposed to happen. If anything, this sculpture wasn't even supposed to see the light of morning. It was to be disposed of and pounded back into a mass of clay by the end of the night, so why, oh why did she have to be caught by one of the last people she wanted to see this creation? In fact, Moira was still processing her own horror at this accumulation of poorly timed coincidences that she didn't even realize Professor Sato had completely closed the distance between them until she felt her hand being tugged away from her.

Her eyes widened, her body jolted, and her heart skipped a beat, her pulse pounding louder against her ears as she tried not to let more panic set in.

On instinct, she tried to pull her arm back, but that look in the professor's eyes made her attempt weaken on the spot. He looked... very not present right now, half dangerous. The daze in his eyes was reflected clearly, and... oh, he did have fangs. While she did mainly delve into baseless occult nonsense at times (don't let her employer hear that!), she didn't need to know much of it to know about the concept of vampires.

Even still... there's no way they were—

Ah, he was bringing her bloody fingers towards his lips.

Wait. What in the vampire otome game scenario was this?!

Tension rose in her body and she honestly didn't know what to do. Moira was stuck where she was, frozen like a deer in headlights. She was sitting on a tall, unstable stool right now. If she tried to pull back any harder, she'd probably fall backwards. But still, she didn't really feel like pulling away from him, not when he looked so...

The girl winced upon the sensation of moistness hitting her bleeding finger. Ugh, it felt so... odd. She didn't even know how to describe it. Maybe her own brain was shutting down from how much she simply didn't know how to handle this situation. Not to mention...

Her gaze drifted up towards Michi, almost entranced by his entire being. It was like he had an otherworldly aura to him in this moment. If this were an otome game... this would be an intimate moment, wouldn't it?

❝ … P-Professor...? ❞ she meekly squeaked out, unsure of how to even follow up that word. Her hand was gently being held in his and while he was absolutely licking at her messy, clay covered fingers clean of blood, Moira didn't hate it. In fact, she almost wanted him to take more. (What logic was she on?) She felt warmth blossom in her body, and she didn't really understand why this act of a man lapping at her fingers was being turned into something seductive.

She realized that she was completely okay with this.

Her blush deepened in shame.

She was so done.

[brckenprcmises]

He was disgusted with himself, but still couldn't pull her hand away from his lips no matter how hard he tried. He'd lost control, something that seemed to be slipping from him more and more on a day to day basis. And he absolutely had to be using his powers on her. Why else hadn't she pulled away from him yet? He tried to keep his teeth clamped together, trying desperately to keep his tongue to himself, truly for dear life as he went against all reason and followed his natural instinct. He needed her to...pull away...pull himself out of this trance... P-Professor...?

Blood red eyes snapped up to lock with Moira's irises, appearing light brown in the dusk of the room. Intakes of breath heavy enough to make his shoulders move with his breathing, yet her hand stayed tightly clasped in his own. He had to let her go. Some-fucking-how he needed to walk away from this situation and go find Lavr. Hope to god he was available for him tonight...and that he had the will power to walk away from Moira's rosy checks and bloodied hand. The vampire stood there for several moments, staring at her as he internally fought with himself. He didn't drink from her, clenching his teeth through pain as he slowly pried his fingers away from her hand and let her have it back. Michi took two steps back, cravings and hunger still etched clearly on his face. Eyes falling from Moira's face to her hand as he continued to slowly back away from her. "I'll give you a few minutes to clean up, then I'm locking down the studios for the night." Liar. There wasn't a way in hell he was coming back down this way tonight. The smell of blood was still maddening even after he reached the door, his hand shaking as he gripped the handle and kept his eyes ahead. "And get that wrapped up...now." He was disgusted with himself.

[brckenprcmises]

Time always flew by when she was working on sculptures. Moira got so engrossed in the process that she forgot about everything else, and today, that meant staying much longer in the art studio than she meant to. The sun was already setting and if she stayed any later, she'd have to walk home in the dark. However, the girl didn't even notice the darkening sky outside as she was too transfixed on trying to capture those fangs she saw just right. Honestly, she didn't know if what she saw was a trick of the light, but there were so many things about Professor Sato that did not seem natural. Heck, if her occult job taught her anything, it was that this art professor reeked of something not human.

Just as she began refining the edges of the teeth she had formed on the sculpture's face with a tool, the door to the studio opened with a loud sound, causing Moira to yelp and accidentally cut the pad of her finger with the carving knife she had in her hand. Blood quickly trickled down her finger, and she dropped the tool to bring her finger to her lips. Surely some saliva would be enough to soothe—wait, she had clay on her hands. That wasn't a viable method right now.

Her heart rate spiking from the injury, Moira looked up to see who had startled her. Ah, it was the very professor she was thinking about. And... to be caught literally sculpting his visage was very awkward.

❝ I-It's not what you think... ❞ she began to explain, stammering her words as heat rose to her cheeks, dusting them in a faint red hue.

God, what a horrible time and place to be caught in.

[Michi/Moira; @aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

Michi was often the last to leave his department at night, usually choosing to stay late to do his work rather than force his way through sunny mornings any sooner than just in the nic of time to teach his AM classes. He was by far the professor with the heaviest afternoon schedule, other professors preferring to teach as early as possible to leave as soon as they can manage. Not only did Michi function better the farther into the day it got, his room stayed cool with curtains drawn - often using the outside as a distraction when questioned why the blinds in his room were always drawn. He liked being around after classes, keeping an idea on the studio rooms and working quietly in his own classroom so he could be there until the last student left.

Then he rewarded himself often with his host.

He let out a low sigh as he finished up on this particular evening, the classroom around him darker than he realized - probably he should have turned on a light. Passerbys would probably question his willingness to sit in the dark, the simple fact might even raise suspicions with...no one in particular.

It was fine, Michi was almost sure he was alone. At least in this section of the department. That sureness fell away as he made his way to double check the classroom studios for students that truly had no business still being here. He could hear her heartbeat almost instantly, his hand resting just momentarily before he opened the door and took in the sight in front of him. Blood. He startled her and she fucking cut herself. Michi didn't even register what Moira was actually working on as he clasped his lips tightly shut without a word. Eyes transfixed on the blood dripping down her finger as she brought it to her lips with a tortured expression on his face.

His lips finally parting in pain, fangs that he'd readily deny at a later date popping out as he reached out for his students hand. It was like he was having an out of body experience, not being able to stop himself from bringing that blooded finger closer to his mouth - praying to whatever greater being would listen that she couldn't see his eyes change color in the dim studio.

[brckenprcmises]

He was used to it. It'd been a little weird the first few times he'd come in, but now that he had a regular host and pretty much an assigned table, it was hard not to stop in by Lavr on his way home. Almost like the decision wasn't his to make as his brain automatically headed towards the host club nearly every evening. Michi let out a sigh, debating on leaning back in his chair, though thinking better of it and leaning forward onto the table instead to ensure he didn't lean too far back and make a fool of himself by falling or something. Drunk didn't mean stupid, no, even in this state Michi was smarter than most...but he did enjoy the ability to let go and just let Lavr handle it for a bit, even if he could place what it really was.

The vampire was having a hard time with his own abilities, the tipsiness making it impossible to watch Lavr pour wine into his glass and listen to him speak at the same time. Having to control his own bloodlust took priority over everything else, to the point that Michi almost actually put his head down so he didn't have to focus on anything else.

Your thrall is keeping you hungry. Maybe his host wasn't as in the dark as he'd thought, though he did wonder just how much Lavr knew about thralls and their purposes, he didn't bother to ask in the moment. He'd have to focus on the answer, and he didn't care enough to actually make the curiosity known.

"She's a student..." Michi said the words carefully, maybe a little slurred as he picked up his wine glass and downed the contents of it, not bothering to hide the fangs that popped out as he thought about his thrall. Though, he cut himself off mid-sentence after realizing his host hadn't asked about the thrall, no, he just seemed interested in making sure Michi ate. Which he supposed was kind of his job, huh? Curious golden eyes looked up at Lavr's next words, did this guy know what he was hinting at? Maybe he should have asked if he actually knew what a thrall was, after all. He watched carefully as his host adjusted, debating his next words carefully, but not being able to keep the curiosity out of his voice in the state he was in. "What do you have in mind?"

[aeviterncl]

His guest seemed surprised he knew about his little side piece there, but maybe that was due to how drunk the man had gotten every prior time he had come here (all due to his pushing of making the most of the bottle of wine Michi usually ordered). Lavr wouldn't say that the knowledge he got was said by Michi himself in prior visits. If he didn't remember saying it all, then he wouldn't bring it up.

He unlocked his fingers from under his chin and quietly let one hand crawl over to Michi's side of the table. The host tilted his head slightly, listening with utmost attention when Michi spoke. So his precious blood bag was a student of his, huh? How scandalous. But did he care? Goodness, no. In fact, the secretiveness required for that kind of relationship only worked to his favor here. It meant Michi would come back here whenever he needed the space to unload about his problems.

His red, jewel-like eyes shifted to lock with Michi's golden ones. Unlike how they were at other times, in this moment, the gold seemed to be morphing into a pinkish hue. Even if it wasn't a universal thing, he assumed that any shade resembling red with a being like Michi meant that it was hungry or about to pounce. Unbothered by the potential threat of Michi's restraint weakening, he slowly put his words together.

❝ Whatever I have in mind is simply to provide you with the best, and since the standard menu isn't to your taste... ❞ he hummed aloud, trailing off purposely to see how the vampire in front of him would respond. With Michi having leaned forward, the distance between them was not so large. It would be easy to tempt this hungry vampire into taking what he needed right now.

With that hand he had reached over to the other side of the table, the host brought his finger to Michi's lips, gently pressing his finger tip against them as if he was teasing him. He didn't allow his contact ability to activate either, as his passive one was enough to sustain him for now. He'd use it later, once Michi gave into his needs.

❝ You're allowed to take from me, Michi, ❞ he smoothly proposed, hammering the point in with his gaze and firmly using his name. He emphasized his words, knowing that the prospect of being allowed to openly do what he needed would be a huge factor in making this man crumble in front of him. Based on the things he knew, so many things Michi had to do simply were not permitted, whether it be by moral standards or simply human standards.

To soothe possible anxiety over explaining any marks, Lavr added, ❝ Not a single person here would question a little bite mark. ❞ One look around the club made it obvious as to why. With the number of hosts and their guests being flirty and some pairs and groups even going to the back rooms to continue what they started, it wasn't unexpected for customers or staff to end up with particular markings on their bodies.

❝ There's no reason to deprive yourself any longer. ❞

[brckenprcmises]

He couldn't be hinting at what he...thought he was hinting at, right? Michi's eyes narrowed at the table after a moment, letting his brain catch up that he shouldn't have eyes locked with another when going through should thirst it would be stupid to...his eyes darted towards Lavr's hand moving towards him before finally forcing himself to look up. His eyes had to be changing color, he'd have to leave soon. For now he might be able to blame the lighting if something was mentioned as long as he didn't look Lavr in the eye, though that didn't stop a drunk Michi from locking eyes with his unintended prey the moment he could. There was no way in hell Lavr couldn't see the difference in his eye color now, Michi struggling with his fangs biting into his lip as he resisted the urge to drink more wine, knowing that would be even more of a dead give away.

He wasn't really sure what he was hiding at his point. Who else called their intended thrall if not for a vampire. He was desperate to not lose himself in this moment, though, the vampire was unable to tear his eyes away from his host. A gasp left his lips, allowing them to part as Lavr reached over and prodded at them, fangs fully on display for his host to see as he swallowed, restraining himself from simply biting into Lavr's finger. His teeth clenched, hand reaching out for his glass now that he'd given up on hiding his fangs, free to drain the glass without a care, not that more was going to make this situation any better or easier as the alcohol clouded his thoughts. " You're allowed to take from me, Michi. "

"I-" He cleared his throat, eyes locking back on Lavr's as he tried to gauge how serious he was. What was stopping him? His thrall seemed to care less about his needs, and it wasn't like he wasn't going to leave here and take from someone anyways. If Lavr was offering... He felt his fangs drop lower, having no way to hide them as he kept Lavr's gaze. The vampire was able to hold himself back mere moments longer before letting out a noise of frustration. "Move closer and tilt your head to the side." Shoulder. Shoulder would be best. The mark wouldn't be overly hard to hide and it felt like less of a betrayal than if he simply stuck his teeth into this host's neck, not that, that didn't cross his mind. He paused another moment, hand over his mouth as he mumbled in a voice almost inhuman as he tried to show little struggle. "Are you sure?"

[brckenprcmises]

With most of the festivities and preparations done for the new year, Shi was finally free to actually step back into his social life. Rather, he was encouraged to go seek out his friends. Truthfully, that left the redhead only one option. He only had one real friend after all. So of course, that meant dropping by the café he knew Ansel would be working at.

The door chimed at his entry and for once, the place was actually empty. It was a rare sight, but that also meant Shi could ask him a personal question without much fuss or bother other customers waiting to order. Stepping up to the counter to meet Ansel, he made his order of a hot oolong tea. Normally, he would've gathered his things and left the counter, but this time he lingered, waiting for Ansel to finish punching in his order.

Adjusting the strap of his bag, he took a breath and posed the invitation, ❝ Ansel, would you like to go to a festival with me next week? ❞

It was only after he said it that Shi realized he really hadn't spoken to Ansel at all lately. His mind and time had been filled with nothing but that witch hunter, and the redhead felt the awkwardness creep up inside him. How did he used to talk to him before? Why did talking to his friend feel so wrong now? Was it the guilt of having left him for such a long while without communication?

Almost trying to backtrack, the boy tacked on an opening for Ansel to refuse if he wanted to, ❝ If you aren't free, that's alright. ❞

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

The cafe had a rare lull, Ansel spending his time cleaning the counter and watching the time slowly tick by until he could go home and lay in bed. He'd just come out of his holiday slump. The duel haired male almost grateful to not be overly busy as he did his best to step back into his routine.

He looked up as the bell above the door went off, blinking twice as he processed Shi was who walked into the cafe. When was the last time they'd even seen each other? Ansel took time off every year for the holidays, though the last time he could remember having seen his friend was...when that stalker had pushed him and he'd walked out.

He took his order as normal, not surprised when Shi ordered something different from the last time he could remember, though why hadn't he gone to sit down? Ansel tried not to overthink it, wondering if he was about to be scolded for disappearing without a trace, distracting himself with making his friend's tea.

Eyes widened and he was glad to not be facing the redhead when Shi finally broke the silence, slowing down the process of finishing Shi's tea so that he could process the question. So, he wasn't upset with him? It seemed that way at least. Maybe his absence hadn't inconvenienced the other in the long run, though. It wasn't like someone else hadn't been here to take his order had he come in during Ansel's dark days. Though, what kind of festival? Ansel had to think for a moment, but was able to connect the dots himself based on prior knowledge he'd learned about his friend. If Shi celebrated White Day, then this festival would probably have something to do with the Lunar New Year. Or at least, that was Ansel's best guess. Either way, he was simply grateful that Shi was asking to do something outside of either of their jobs, Ansel not being able to remember the last time he'd actually done something just for fun. He took one last moment to collect his thoughts, turning and setting Shi's tea on the counter between them for him to freely grab, then he finally looked up and met Shi's contact clad eyes with a smile. "That sounds like it'd be fun." He tapped his fingers on the side of the counter, trying to find something to do with his hands before deciding on grabbing the rag he'd had previously as he went back to wiping the counter. "Just let me know when I need to make sure I'm off."

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

It wasn't a surprise to see this lone man walk into the host club anymore. Usually, the patrons of this establishment were women. In fact, the first few times Michi had come in resulted in all the patrons staring at him and watching his every move. Of course, the hosts of the bar had all done their due diligence and made the place hospitable for him, as he was simply another customer to them—and now, people recognized that he was one of Lavr's regulars. No other host dared to greet him at the door, but they were sure to alert Michi if the man he was seeking needed an extra minute or two to take him to the usual table hidden in the corner.

Of course, that hidden table was reserved just for them. Lavr had made sure it was their space alone. Considering their natures as non-humans and the questionble things Michi was up to, it was in his client's best interests that Lavr made it hard for others to listen in on their conversations.

And with enough drinks, Michi absolutely lost sense of filtering his thoughts. Those cheeks would flush the cutest shade of red and that look in his eyes always made Lavr want to pour some more alcohol down his throat—just to see how far he could push this vampire into being a wasted mess. There was something so endearing about seeing someone so vulnerable in the way Michi was. It was fun to play with him.

❝ Your thrall is keeping you hungry... ❞ Lavr mused aloud as he poured a little more wine into the other's now empty glass. He couldn't help but smile with false softness. Yes, he played the part of a kind-hearted gentleman, but the actual reason Lavr was smiling was simply that he was amused. He liked seeing Michi spill everything under the sun to him. He liked seeing Michi need him like this, just like how he loved pulling the heartstrings of all those women who came to see him too. It was like slowly baiting prey into a taking a nap in a spider's web. Not that Michi could ever truly tell with how drunk he ended up being, but the longer they sat here together, the more Lavr could feast on that delicious life energy wafting off him, and every symptom he chose Michi to feel would be chalked up to being drunk or the fault of the morning's hangover.

❝ That doesn't seem like a very nice thing to do, ❞ he casually remarked, his voice gentle and smooth. He set the wine bottle Michi had ordered onto the table, fixing his attention solely on the vampire sitting across from him, ❝ in fact, I would say that's quite the cruel thing to do. Nobody should have to go hungry. ❞ Even if said food was the blood of poor, weak humans.

Narrowing his eyes kindly, he propped his elbows on the table in front of him and put his hands together, ❝ Shall we make sure you don't leave here hungry tonight? We have all the time in the world to make sure you're satisfied. ❞

[brckenprcmises]

He was used to it. It'd been a little weird the first few times he'd come in, but now that he had a regular host and pretty much an assigned table, it was hard not to stop in by Lavr on his way home. Almost like the decision wasn't his to make as his brain automatically headed towards the host club nearly every evening. Michi let out a sigh, debating on leaning back in his chair, though thinking better of it and leaning forward onto the table instead to ensure he didn't lean too far back and make a fool of himself by falling or something. Drunk didn't mean stupid, no, even in this state Michi was smarter than most...but he did enjoy the ability to let go and just let Lavr handle it for a bit, even if he could place what it really was.

The vampire was having a hard time with his own abilities, the tipsiness making it impossible to watch Lavr pour wine into his glass and listen to him speak at the same time. Having to control his own bloodlust took priority over everything else, to the point that Michi almost actually put his head down so he didn't have to focus on anything else.

Your thrall is keeping you hungry. Maybe his host wasn't as in the dark as he'd thought, though he did wonder just how much Lavr knew about thralls and their purposes, he didn't bother to ask in the moment. He'd have to focus on the answer, and he didn't care enough to actually make the curiosity known.

"She's a student..." Michi said the words carefully, maybe a little slurred as he picked up his wine glass and downed the contents of it, not bothering to hide the fangs that popped out as he thought about his thrall. Though, he cut himself off mid-sentence after realizing his host hadn't asked about the thrall, no, he just seemed interested in making sure Michi ate. Which he supposed was kind of his job, huh? Curious golden eyes looked up at Lavr's next words, did this guy know what he was hinting at? Maybe he should have asked if he actually knew what a thrall was, after all. He watched carefully as his host adjusted, debating his next words carefully, but not being able to keep the curiosity out of his voice in the state he was in. "What do you have in mind?"

[brckenprcmises]

“You look like you could use a friend.” [Lavr to Michi, probably at the host club Lavr works at, dare I suggest Michi being a regular for Lavr?; @aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl

Michi wouldn't consider showing up to the host club several times a week much of an accomplishment, but he did it anyways. It was a good distraction when he was really thirsty, at least being able to drink something. He only remained that solid minded about it until he had one too many, Lavr never seemed to bat an eye when it took him a little bit more than the average human to actually get a buzz going. He didn't bother to hide his fangs each time they appeared in front of his host, why bother. Michi reaction times when drunk were never that impressive, and there was something that Michi...almost trusted about this guy.

Michi had even started requesting Lavr when needed, enjoying the energy the other gave and being almost positive there was something not so...human going on there, too. Not that Michi cared.

He looked up from his drink when Lavr was in front of him again, what had he asked? A friend. Hm. Did he really seem that down today? "My thrall is holding out on me...I'm hungry." Of course, he didn't really expect Lavr to get the reference. Clearing his throat as he looked up to meet the others red eyes. "How much time do you have?" He could talk about his thrall in more of a girlfriend sense he supposed, that was really the issue, wasn't it? She was one of his students so they were unable to just be open about it.

[brckenprcmises]

Somehow, Shi found himself at the spot Ansel brought him to a long while ago. It was a peaceful place to get away from people and simply be around nature and forget about the world. Maybe he had come here for a change of pace, to get away from all the looks and demands placed on him. He was tired, exhausted, alone. It seemed like all the choices he made to isolate and supposedly protect himself were finally wearing him down.

He was laying down on the grass when he heard someone approach, and within seconds, a familiar visage appeared and looked down at him. Ah, it was Ansel. Of course, this was his friend's special spot after all. It was likely they'd run into each other here.

Not even mentioning a hello, the redhead simply laid there quietly as Ansel moved to take a seat beside him in silence. Honestly, Shi didn't even know what to do. He couldn't be normal, and he hadn't been ever since that witch hunter saved his life. Everything he knew had been turned upside down All these emotions and thoughts were overwhelming. He didn't know what to do with them. Nothing he did to cope was working either.

Finally, he found it in himself to ask a question aloud, asking absolutely nobody in particular as his gaze fixed on the blue sky above, ❝ Is there... something wrong with me? ❞

He slowly turned his head to Ansel, ❝ I don't understand... what I'm supposed to do. ❞

But how could Ansel shed light on anything when he had none of the context to grasp what Shi was talking about?

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@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He'd just started regularly visiting at the pack house again, taking his time to slowly start coming back around as Bea and he tried to see eye to eye and at least sit on slightly better terms. He wasn't going to move back in, even though that was what the majority of the pack wanted. Nothing like that would happen over his own dead body, but it was nice to check in and see all the members out of wolf form every once in a while. And while he was out here, he might as well visit...was there someone there? It couldn't be a pack member, he'd just seen them all inside mere moments ago. so... Ansel couldn't help his anxiety rising as he moved closer, simply alarmed until he realized just who it was invading his space. Shi. He stared down at him for a few moments, taking his leave after to sit down next to where Shi was laying. The werewolf had debated on leaving once he realized someone else was here, not having expected to share the space, but more than happy that Shi was using it as it seemed he was struggling with something on his mind. Is there... something wrong with me?

He glanced over at Shi before looking up at well, sighing. It didn't seem like he was being talked to directly until Shi turned towards him and asked another question. What was he supposed to do? What advice could he really give him? "Really the only thing you can do is take each and every thing day by day, moment by moment if you have to." Ansel answered solemnly, flicking his attention from his friend up to the sky.

[brckenprcmises]

The red haired girl leaned close to the blond’s ear, her hair brushing against the other’s skin as she attempted to soothe her comrade’s budding rage, “Calm down,” Larisa spoke with a gentler note to her voice at a volume only the girl beside her could hear. She tugged on Medusa’s sleeve as she pulled back. Then, she shifted her attention to harshly at the man in front of them, locking eyes in hopes it would make him cower away. She also let her own passive abilities take more effect, hoping that the ill sensations would make it more unbearable for him to tolerate standing in their way. It would be a problem if this man was turned to stone at the moment with all these people around. This guy was irritating both of them by not leaving them alone while they were leaving a café they had just finished dining at. It seemed the man had thought at least one of them was attractive and was stubbornly trying to obtain their contact details.

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@aeipathcy / unprompted.

Medusa wasn't known for holding back. You could almost always read the girl's emotions simply by looking at her face. Hiding emotions had been a before in the incident type of thing, she wasted no time trying to cater to his man's feelings as it was. But then he continued to bother them, apparently not picking up on neither of them wanting him around, and clearly unaware of how deadly of a weapon each of them truly were. Calm down.

Her breath caught as she felt Larisa's hair touch her skin, the pull on her sleeve causing her to take a step back. She was every last bit as spiteful as she'd been a moment ago, but Larisa was right. Medusa couldn't afford to lose her cool in this public of a place. Green eyes glared a hole in the ground instead, staying rooted in place right next to the redhead, there for emotional support as well as -- "Get the hell away from us, before you regret it." The only thing Medusa had caught this time around was the man taking a step forward, merely seeing his shoes move as she tried to level her breathing. "Now."

The blonde started to raise her eyes, stopping herself and reaching an arm out for Larisa's support instead. There wasn't much the other girl could do for her in the moment, but something between what the two of them had done had finally managed to scare this guy off. Thank fuck.

[brckenprcmises]

As normal as it had become to have Kai spending time indoors in his personal living space, Shi never truly could let his guard down around him. Even with the instance of Kai saving him from a fatal accident didn't let him relax. If anything, the voice in his head only became more demanding, fierce, and threatening the more he allowed Kai to further occupy his thoughts. With the upcoming holiday coming up close, the red haired witch found himself already having picked out a gift for the hunter sitting beside him.

Honestly, for a hunter determined to kill him, there sure was a lot of nothing going on in the past hour. It was strange to simply be silently sitting around and drinking hot chocolate and working on individual things like nothing was wrong, but Shi had noticed that every visit into his home meant Kai's demeanor would change to something much less intent on taking his life. In fact, this demeanor was softer and much quieter, less intimidating.

Shi glanced at the wrapped stationery notebook and sketchbook sitting on the coffee table beside him. On top of those two wrapped books sat a wrapped up set of colored pens. The witch had noticed the number of times the person beside him had been writing or drawing something in a notebook, so it was probably a safe bet that he got him some new ones. He had gotten a writing notebook in purple and a sketchbook in lavender.

Now was probably the best time to hand the gifts over.

Reaching for the stack of wrapped presents, Shi took them into his hands, adjusted his grip so that he could free up one hand, then tapped Kai on the shoulder to grab his attention from the notebook he was writing in, ❝ I don't mean to interrupt you, but I have something for you, ❞ he gently spoke up in order to not startle the hunter too much.

The fact he had even bothered to get a gift considering their relationship was completely strange, but Shi couldn't help but want to do something. After all, there were times where they were... maybe friends.

❝ Merry Christmas, ❞ Shi said with a soft smile, holding out the stack of gifts to his guest.

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

This personality was softer...uh, safer, but Kai could come back out at any point. Still, the more Shi let them into his home, the more relaxed he felt each time around. He could tell that Kai wasn't overly impressed with this....quiet friendship that he'd been making with their victim. Though, Kai hadn't been doing very well at not getting close to Shi either. He had no doubt that this point that Shi could tell a difference between them, even if the red haired male hadn't quite pointed it out to either of them. As much as he felt so solidly in control, the anxiety of being pushed back in kept him quiet. Sitting there next to Shi and simply writing just for something for his hands to do. What if he said the wrong thing? Movement next to him almost made him jump, hands already shaking as he tried to level his breathing. Not sure what it was about this particular visit, though he was sure it had something to do with the book that was weighing down his bag. The tap on his shoulder made him startle, rolling his eyes at himself. It was painfully obvious that this second personality had no malice in him, but he could at least pretend like he'd be able to put up a fight if something actually happened. Though, it wasn't like he wanted Shi dead in the same sense that Kai did. Then again...he wasn't actually that sure that, that was still Kai's primary goal when it came to the witch next to him.

Contact clad eyes flicked to meet Shi's as he set his notebook aside, curious as to what he'd been drawing his attention to. Presents? Shi had gotten Kai a gift? No, gifts. He let out a breath, swallowing before gently reaching over to take the wrapped items out of the witch's hands. Merry Christmas.

Balancing the packages on his lap as he reached for his bag and dug around. Ah, So Kai hadn't taken it out. The personality produced his own wrapped item, a second hand version of his favorite book - a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. "Ah, t-this is for you. Merry Christmas." He matched Shi's tone, holding the book out and hoping that it wasn't painfully obvious how nervous he was by the slight shake of his hands. He looked back down at the gifts in his lap then, picking up the first one and unwrapping it. Eyes widened when he saw it was a package of colored pens, it almost gave way to what could potentially have come with it. A notebook and sketchbook were unwrapped next, the personality sitting for a mere moment in awe before he looked up at Shi with a small smile gracing his lips. "Thank you. These will be really useful." Truthfully, he couldn't wait to dig into the pretty pens, always loving the variety it gave, still a little awestruck that Shi had bothered to get anything for Kai at all, considering he'd been assigned to murder him. It made it less weird to give him something in return rather than being the only person to give something over.

Had Shi not given them something, he wasn't sure if he'd have dug the book out of his bag or not, not wanting to have been the one to initiate something that...heartwarming? It was a breath of relief that he'd been able to give the book though, picking up on Shi's love of reading and wanting to share one of his all time favorites with him.