Eternal Beauty;

[squid-chip-deactivated20150202]

김우빈. Kim Woo Bin

[w-oobin]

[sefuns]

[yisins-deactivated20140711]

la†mia

The scent of book pages lured him deeper into the maze called a library; Yixing wandered around, doe eyed and lost like a traveler in the woods, as he hopelessly looked for a next book to read and analyze. He has always loved Shakespearean literature; every line was a metaphor waiting for it’s bloom, for it’s recognition by the later generations; every page was a treasure, waiting to unfold to the right minds. 

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon —

He’d repeat to himself over and over again, as if it were his anthem. He was the star in the play; stage, lights and props all ready. He would whisper and the hymns of the books would whisper back. Yixing’s words would echo to him as his fingers trail over each and every book cover, reaching out for the right one. Yixing wasn’t there for Shakespeare, in fact, something far from the poetic and the realistic. He was looking for Bram Stoker’s Dracula, a book of the undead and the origin (possibly the biography) of the most famous Count.

He just wanted to know one thing, and only one thing from the stranger he had met. Well, he already knew, he only wanted to confirm it. The moment their eyes met, he could sense the horror writhing within the windows to their universe; he could sense the blood lust — the inhumane greed and hunger. He could sense his disgust in the race. Yixing was anything but attentive, but his senses are heightened for the enemy (burn, stab, bitten; they’ve done it all to him). He returned to the original seat and pressed the book neatly next to the new person he just met. “Mind telling me about Dracula and these horrid creatures?”

[bvkillian]

Every creature is born with a sense of intuition— whether faint or evident. Perhaps, its the amount of time that has elapsed through Killian's life span that granted more of a keen insight to his natural instincts. The slender, pale fingers ran through the pages of his book; his leg placed upon the other— and the foot on the ground tapping rhythmically as the visibly crimson orbs trailed along the vast alignment of cases that held his prized possessions. The moment he set his gaze upon the other's, the vampire etched on a faint, crooked smirk. Ah, I hope it suggested him an answer to his doubts. 

Well of course, the particular vampire obviously had no intention of concealing his identity. Upon encountering such a person, however— Killian deemed that physical disguise wouldn't have done him no good anyway. Hatred, perhaps, was the sensation that he could evidently grasp on from the other's ambience upon witnessing the vampire. But what could possibly explain the one's action upon approaching him so directly? Maybe poking out the fun in having himself admit that he is indeed an unethical beast— or even better to his expectations; a planned approach. Either way, spontaneous and momentary entertainments were much appreciated for the deceitful one. Tapping his book shut and showing no intention in concealing his menacing grin, the male soon quietly focused his gaze upon the stranger's before parting his lips.

              "Horrid creatures, you say. What defines the word horrid is very dubious in this context—                                   would you mind clarifying your definition of 'horrid' prior to the question?" 

[bvkillian]

"Give it back."

The slits narrowed just slightly, as it was a natural reaction upon the rather excruciating beam from the afternoon's sun. It was actually quite ludicrous, to the actual subject regarded as a creature of a myth— when humans take it for a fact that vampires cannot affront the sunlight. His feet soon making its way into the shade behind the towering trees, Killian reopened an eye as he wore a subtle grin to himself. Wouldn't it be a shocker if one, such as I, admitted that I actually quite hold a bit of relish upon the idea of light? Why, it utterly contrasts my elemental presence. The distant words that were mumbled amidst the diverse pace and sounds of footsteps, faint hums of musics passing by the vampire's ears— were all subdued against his offhand spurt of thoughts. The opaque sight caused by the dazed mind, soon regained its focus as the one's unearthly red orbs trailed over to the piece of paper that he managed to pause before. Is it a photo? 

Pale hand, one in the pocket of his jeans— extended down to leniently pick up the piece. Whilst quirking a single brow to identify the figures in the snapshot, Killian muttered out a faint apology to a man who gave him a small scowl upon bumping against the figure that made a sudden halt. He could only let a faint chuckle part his lips, his golden orbs soon trailing back to the photo— attempting to, at least. Upon momentarily laying his eyes upon the piece, his gaze could only dart up to find a taller figure right before him. The male's eyes, his labored breathing— presumably upon his effort in trying to find the piece of photo in the male's hands; gave enough idea to indicate that he was the owner.

"Give it back."

No words of courtesy, nor kindness could be found in the taller one's candid request. Or demand, to be more exact. Ah, it was a great chance for the amoral beast that grasped the chance of opportunity for his entertainment; it wouldn't quite fit the piece to his characteristics if he decided to amiably return the item to the supposed owner. Contradictory to the stranger's request, Killian only decided to etch on a wicked grin as he waved the photo next to his features; spark of amusement quite obviously welling up in his celestial orbs.

"I've learned, believe it or not— in the time span that you can't quite imagine... that words of gratitude are supposed to be given prior to one's request, my dear."

[bvkillian]

"Have you ever even done this before?"

The misty air was thick enough to dim the rather bright moonlight, and the vampire's gaze soon trailed back down to witness the droplets of crimson colored liquid upon the other male's hands. The supposed fiend of the situation only decided to etch on a languid smile in placement of a verbal reply, soon taking a step closer to the abashed male before him.

"Ah, how ironic it is for you to witness such an appalling scene when the moon is as beautifully bright as it can be on this particular night."

The raven colored strands of hair shuffled against the icy breeze, evidently failing at causing any kind of effect to the vampire who only tipped his head to the side as he glanced down at the figure of a woman. Locking on his prior grin, Killian only spared a small nudge on her side with the tip of his shoes— soon trailing his gaze back to the boy as he narrowed his slits with a unforeseen transition in his expression. The alarming atmosphere between the three figures soon sent the chill down to the witness' spine, causing him to take a step back upon the vampire's rather belligerent ambience.

"I can surely confirm with myself that I had filled my appetite for the night, so if you must take the chance— you are free to flee."

[bvkillian]

"Just relax."

Relax, he said. Killian could only gaze into the other's pair with a narrowed eye, his expression remaining in that of a puzzled one. Faint, almost inaudible chuckle slipped past his lips as he found the other vampire's words of reassurance to be absurd. Killian was the last person on earth, he deemed, to be agitated or worried in most possible situations. Ah, maybe you're the one that should relax. The smaller vampire sneered, his gaze momentarily stealing a glance upon the figure nearby the two.

"I'm as calm as I can ever be."

The corner of his crimson lips tugged up to form a menacing grin, his red rims more vibrant than usual with the spark of incitement in his pale orbs. Black, polished dress shoes soon make faint echoes as he took his steps down the narrow street, fading away into darkness as he aimed for his soon to be casualty.

[bvkillian]

"You’re bad for me.”

"I am very much aware."

As the verbal reply passes on the other's words back to the one before him, the vampire's sight remains inattentive in contrast to his immediate response to the other's statement. Bad for him, he says. It was the vibe, yes, for the most part— that triggered the male's intuition upon bringing the safe assumption that the boy before him indeed failed to enjoy the vampire's presence before him. Ah, but even if he was regarded as such detestable conversational partner to the boy before him, Killian would irrevocably find his way to enjoy a person's reaction to his disposition; or in this particular case, his presence itself.

"However, don't you regard such perception you have of me as a bit... arbitrary, in a sense? Why, I haven't even caused you any kind of mishap, my dear."

[bvkillian]

"How drunk are you right now?"

The mumbles of distanced voices that gingerly rang in his ears, were something that could possibly be considered as some sort of lullaby to the vampire. The indication and assurance that he was indeed placed in an environment where other voices resided was some sort of a mental implication that he was indeed a part of the society. Solitude and reticent aura were indeed his virtue; but positioning himself in a place where no voices nor implications of other’s presence made him question his existence— it was quite of an whimsical thought, really. Holding such fascination about the idea of confinement yet not being able to completely rid of the quietude.

Slender fingers gently clasped over the stem of his martini glass, the reflection of his rather vibrant red rims around his orbs marking his features. Why, such genteel environment with polished visitors was the perfect placement for Killian’s rather ironic mentality, was it not? Crude demeanors nor interactions were apparent in such a polished bar, and faint chatters of visitors were chaste enough to subtly blur the soft melodies of the piano. 

"Black russian."

The male’s voice remained in a lowered tone as he continued to fixate his gaze upon the remainder of his alcohol, catching a glimpse of the bartender nodding upon his request and tipping another glass into his hand. How much time has passed since he took his seat? Not much estimate was given, but the amount of drinks he had consumed amidst his thoughts were quite a lot— small thuds that rang in his head soon parted the male’s lips to let out a faint groan. Resting his chin upon the palm of his hand, his lithe fingers on the other side tapped along the counter; waiting for his next glass of liquor.

"How drunk are you right now?"  

It wasn’t the voice that he engaged the sole conversation with since he arrived at the bistro, nor was it a familiar one. The golden orbs that were almost too luminous upon the dim lights soon trailed over to witness the stranger that supposedly made an attempt at engaging a conversation, causing him to quirk a brow along with a subtle smile. How drunk was he? Well, he couldn’t quite label such limits upon his capacity of alcohol himself. Having been a fan of wine and whiskey since years ago, and by that he meant hundreds of years ago— Killian never consumed enough to let go of his mental grasp. The faint throb in his head did hint him that his usual limits were indeed crossed, and Killian only locked on a crooked smile upon the unusual reaction from his body. The male in front of him held such an expression filled with both curiosity and maybe a slightest bit of worry; Killian did linger upon the bar for considerable amount of hours, after all. A low chuckle slipped past the crimson lips, his gaze now entirely focused upon the other’s.

"Not enough to cause a commotion— if that is what you are concerned of, sir."

[bvkillian]

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[bvkillian]

I am definitely not dogging what you do, but I just wanted to let you know there's been another Killian around for a while back and forth and he's also a vampire... I got confused because I saw people talking to a Killian and I thought it was them, but now I've found you. Please don't think I'm trying to diss you, please keep RPing, I just wanted to pass it along.

Ah, I just want to tell you that I’m not them. This is honestly a coincidence, I wanted to make a vampire au/oc character for a while and I honestly just looked up random names to find a suiting one for my character that I liked— I can assure you that I have never seen another vampire character named Killian before I made this account. I have seen another muse named Killian after I made this account though, but they weren’t a vampire. I hope you don’t think I was copying them or whatever, because it was all just based on my own ideas.

[mnygi-deactivated20141101]

@bvkillian

Assistance? {‘raises an eyebrow before he begins to shake his head frantically, letting out a sheepish laugh and holds his hands up in the air before his chest} Nah, I don’t need assistance. You just stuck out from your appearance compared to the rest so I thought I would say hi— Wait that sounds heavily biased! Let me explain. {‘scrunches up his nose, fingers lacing together and rests his chin on his knuckles} What I mean is that I’ve been looking for clients or friends and everyone around us looks super busy; except you. So yeah? If you get..what I mean. You didn’t look busy so you stuck out. {‘bites down on his lip, truly not believing how dumb he seems to be right now and let’s out a soft sigh} Wow I am just dumb, huh? {‘looks up into the other’s eyes, offering an awkward smile} I’m Yoongi, hi.

[bvkillian]

{'the pale hues stare blankly at the male's features as he continues to adhere to the other's words, his blinks slow and his lips forming a subtle smile as he soon stifles a low chuckle at the male's greeting;} No, no. What you have said were all to my comprehension. It's a pleasure, I'm Killian. {'his pale hands trail over to the one before him, offering him a characteristic grin before quirking a brow with a faint curve at the side of his lips;} Clients, you say. What might a possible client request from you?

[bvkillian]

Bʀᴜʜs ᴏʀ Fᴏᴇs? :: Yɪ Fᴀɴ & Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ

         The breeze of the particular day was quite wintry, despite the supposedly warm season that was expected to warm up the particular country that the librarian resided in. I blame the short sighted actions of humans for such undesirable climate. Killian narrowed his slits at the thought as he took light steps along the side walk, his orbs fixated on the newly polished road as the sudden rush of wind flew through the male's pale gray strands of hair. Such weather, even though the particular male was indifferent about the subject of climate, it acted as a catalyst to welling up his past remembrance regarding his originality. The crisp yet sharp touch of the cold breeze marked the mirage of his past accomplice that left his side a few hundreds of years ago— nostalgic, yes. That was the keyword that foreshadowed the vampire's particular incident that would presumably mark his day.

Must it have been the impetuous reminiscence of his past acquaintance? A smell so intimate yet wistful wasn't something he encountered in the span of past few months. Even if the particular vampire stumbled onto his so-called "companions," it wasn't as if they yearned for interactions with him— since, for most of them, revealing their unearthly identity was illogical. Killian was particular in the sense that he would endeavor to find even the slightest bit of amusement in humans and better yet, his own kinds. The taller male that lingered along the first aisle nearby the entrance of his library was undoubtedly the subject of the smaller one's source of entertainment, as he soon etched on a lopsided grin before lightly taking his steps to keep a reasonable yet convenient distance between the two.

                                                            "Hello there."

Ah, but wouldn't it mark such a stale encounter if the particular vampire was so candid as to his approach? He wasn't making this interaction a conventional one, he had no intention of doing so. Tipping his head to the side just slightly with a rather sardonic smile, Killian let his eyes curve into crescents that very much contrasted his impish behavior.

                           "Looking for a certain title? I can surely be of guidance if you do."

[bvkillian]

140612;

제목: 근원.

눈을 뜬 순간부터 감정이란것을 가지고 태어나지 않은것같다. 그런 나로써는 자극이 필요했고, 그런 감정적인 자극을 얻기위해서 주위 사람들에게 도움을 요청하는수 밖에 없었다. 아, 얼마나 어리석은가. 자그마한 일들과 감정에게 얽매어 어쩔줄 모르고 힘들어하는 인간들. 이질적인 생각이다, 그런 현장에 희열을 느끼는것은. 행복과 고뇌. 나로써는 둘중에 하나도 느끼거나 표현할수없었고, 그렇다면 차라리 고통스러운 쪽을 택해 사람들의 고뇌를 나의 행복으로 만드는게 옳다고 보았다. 

이기적이지않냐고 물어본다면, 나는 이렇게 말하고 싶다. 나는 그저 인간들의 숨겨진 본능과 더럽혀진 속마음을 당당히 내보이는것 뿐이다. 생각해보면, 주위에 있는 사람들이 당신 보다 잘되거나, 시험을 같이 봤는데 점수가 당신보다 잘나왔거나, 무언가 자신보다 "월등" 하다는 생각이 머리에 차지하면 마음속에 조용히 자리잡고있던 더러운 감정들이 차츰 기어나와 머리속을 지배한다. 어리석지않은가? 어차피 인간은 배려있거나 깊이 있는 생각과 마음만을 가지고 태어나지 못했다. 그러므로써 하느님을 믿는다거나 말도되지않는 "구원" 을 원하는것이고, 평생 그 족쇄에서 벗어나지 못하는것이다.

상관없었다, 나에겐. 인간들이 정해놓은 행복과 기쁨에 기준, 그리고 이상적인 사람들의 행동. 사람이 사는 이유는 무엇인가? 다들 다른 기준을 가지고있을테지만, 분명히 마지막에는 "행복" 이 대답일것이다. 무언가 당신을 행복하게 하거나 기쁜사람으로 만들어주는게 인생의 가장 큰 요소일것이다. 그리고 나는 그의 정반대인 슬픔과 악으로 이루어진 더러운 감정을 일으키는 행동들에 희열을 느낀다. 얼마나 반어적인가? 아이러니하고 꼬일대로 꼬인 나의 마음을 확인했을때는 입꼬리가 저절로 올라갔다. 이거였다. 내가 인간들보다 몇배나 되는 시간과 인생을 가졌을때 내 자신에게 즐거움과 기분전환을 줄수있는 근원말이다. —

[optiquehun-blog]

—from darkness comes light; [sehun & killian]

Already on the tip of the iceberg, he found himself increasingly desperate — frenzy brought on by previous revelation that he may fail his art class for failure to adhere by the strict guidelines outlined by the instructor. This, he did not understand. The words, the explanation, he comprehended, each and every definition, but altogether, it made no sense.

As he ventured through the streets of Seoul, recollections were a white blur, a particular flashback bringing him back to a chair.

The chair was of hardwood, and there was an individual seated across from him. A table divided them, and they were indoors. To his right, a window capturing the outside scenery and passing citizens. This person before them, their sarcasm seeping a caustic venom that burned droplets in his flesh. But he laughed, for they were reminiscing the time he was caught red-handed at the Red Cross, and outweighing the possibilities he would be framed for vandalism or the like, and sentenced to jail.

He blinked. The mirage was still as apparent, without a deterrence in the other individual’s presence, nor of his own setting. They questioned him,

                ”Sehun, can you tell me what colour the grass outside is?”

                                “What about the sun? And the sky?"

The grass is a beautiful shade of blue, much like the ocean, his favourite, just lighter — the sky similar in comparison, a crystallised hue that mirrored his reflection; and the sun? A ball of white absent of any and all colour like the fresh snow commonly found in winter.

Another blink and the scene bled together into a puddle that collapsed at his feet as he continued walking.  He digressed, shrugging off the playback.

Someone, an acquaintance, recommended that he seek out a specific textbook on the fine arts, and with conducting his research prior to setting foot outside, he discovered the address of the library and made his way to the location.

Upon entering, what caught his attention first was not the rosewood bookcases aligning multiple aisles, but the scent of aged paper and printed text as if sprayed in the air.

Glancing around, he caught sight of the reception counter and approached it, not a person in sight, and so he rang the desk bell that was left out. Bearing no titles, he was unsure of where to look first, and hoped for suggestions of some sort.

[bvkillian]

The vampire's golden orbs flickered with similar hues of his own, the fluorescent ray of light making its way through the glass shield by the windows. Silence, steady harmony of the pages being slipped past the fingers of the readers, faint sounds of the clocks ticking the time away. Nothing could make such environment for the male more ideal, and a faint hum soon parted his crimson hued folds as he continues to let his gaze trail down the array of words.

     "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

The words slipped past his lips with the quote that he had verbally read out instead of ingraining the quote in his mind, single corner of his lips tugging up at the conventional ray of people's sights shooting upon the rather ethereal aura of Killian; well, his deviant act of breaking the silence of the library took a part him collecting the readers' attention as well. Letting his pale hues trail back over to his page and away from the visitors of his repository, the vampire shifted his free hand over to his nape and to the back of his head— shifting his position to further comfort himself through the long run of his travel with the piece of literature.

How much time has passed since he opened the first page to the book? Not much estimate was given to the male, as he only trailed his gaze along to the darkened hues of yellow and orange sky outside the window. The continuous silence and the librarian's blank expression upon his trail of thought was soon broken by the resounding echoes of the bell. Ah. A faint voice slipped past the male's lips, the hardcover of the book soon being tapped upon the wooden table beside the reader. The vampire soon lifted himself off the couch, his head abruptly tilting to the side to soon cause his joints to crack upon the movement. 

Such trivial indications of assistance in his library was meant to be handled by the staffs, not the owner of the repository— at most of the time. No sounds nor implications of employees were apparent in Killian's sight, however, and it only took a few ticks from the clock to have him realize that most librarians have taken their temporary time off to grab their meal. How bothersome. The vampire's rather unnaturally pale hands soon slipped into the pockets of his pants, his steps soon swiftly making his way to the front desk to witness the stranger that supposedly hindered his serene environment. 

No smell, no indication of the familiar sound of heartbeat that resonated in the particular beast's ears around other humans. The young boy in front of him definitely had the physiques of what he deemed to be, but no doubts nor questions formed in the male's head when he came to the realization that he was indeed set apart from the vast selection of humans he have encountered. Killian's faint, but noticeable red rims around his irises sparked with a sudden hope for a possible amusement as he soon tipped his head to the side with a slightly crooked smile that smudged upon his lips.

                           "Well hello there, sir. How may I be of assistance?" 

[bvkillian]

❝ Eɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ :: Yᴜᴍɪ & Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ.

The tip of the man's finely polished dress shoe tapped on the floor rhythmically, his slender figure being supported by the wall before the counter of a coffee shop. It was a rather hectic morning in the cafe, as people rushed to receive their cup of coffee before marking their day and off to their work places. The particular male that stood out from the group, however, showed a rather leisurely composure in contrast to the people that rushed their way in and out of the coffee shop. The golden orbs that were far too ethereal to be considered natural scanned the busy crowd before him, his brows knitting upon the accidental physical contacts that he unwillingly encountered from time to time.

The continuous chattering of the visitors at the cafe and the sound of steam machines from the bar mumbled the indicated name of the coffee's owner, and the male had no choice but to bow his head a few times in apology while making his way through the selection of people before him. Only if my expresso machine wasn't broken this particular morning, I would have no reason to stand around here with these people just for a cup of coffee. The vampire narrowed his slits upon the displeasurable situation he was put in, his lithe fingers trailing over to the counter to grasp the cup of coffee. Daintily taking his steps away from the stand, he slightly inclined his head forward to place his lips upon the gap— sipping on the supposedly hot espresso blended with water. Ah. The male put on a small frown, pressing his lower lip with his teeth before quirking a brow. The rather sweet aroma and the foamy finish of the drink was not the bitter taste that we was used to, as he soon came to the realization that he had received the wrong drink; or, even worse, he took a drink that was not meant for him. 

A small tap on the male's back brought back his attention, his golden orbs glancing to the side and soon turning around to face the stranger. The girl was holding a cup of coffee as well, something about the atmosphere implying that the one in the girl's hand belonged to him, and vice versa.

"Excuse me— but I think you've taken the wrong drink."

A faint, polite smile etched upon the girl's lips as she carefully pointed at the cup in the other's hand, giving a moment for him to recollect the fact that he has indeed made a mistake. Mirroring the stranger's courteous smile, the vampire soon stifled a low chuckle before slightly inclining his head forward into a bow. 

"Yes, I have realized just a few seconds ago— but I'm sorry to tell you that I have came to the realization of my mistake after I have placed my lips upon it."

Pointing at the gap on the lid, Killian soon parted his lips once again to release a faint chuckle upon the girl's rather disappointed expression; soon gesturing for her to follow him along back to the counter and to the employee. "One grande cappuccino, please." Upon re-ordering the same drink that he was holding in his hands, he soon shifted his gaze back to the girl before bowing his head to further express his apology. "I'm terribly sorry that you have to wait yourself yet again, I hope you are not in a hurry."

[jieazy-blog]

「 unexpected 」— killian & yuji

yuji’s fingers clutched onto the stem of her martini glass, this being her sixth for the night. her shift at the switchboard had ended nearly an hour ago and this was her saturday night ritual; get as stoned as possible, stumble home to an equally drunk daisy and soon after pass out in front of the television while countless drama reruns aired at four in the morning. club octagon failed to disappoint the masses, the lounges packed with hundreds of people.

"i’m gonna get going," she muttered to the manager, who gave a firm nod despite raising an eyebrow at her obviously drunken state. giggling to herself, the tall brunette grabbed at her bag at the corner of the speakers and stumbled out onto the isolated streets. her vision was distorted as she tried to focus on her watch; 3:16 am from what she could make out. shaking her head, she staggered along the sidewalk, paying no heed to the random couples or cars that passed by.

a mere five minutes later she had gotten to the most deserted part of the walk back to her apartment, the alleys and tall, desolate buildings that separated the city from the underground urban state. she kept her eyes narrowed as she swayed along the small pathway, crying out in surprise when she felt her heel sink into a crack and snap beneath her as she tumbled onto the ground, bag and all. mumbling slurred profanities below her breath she rubbed at her ankle, wearily looking around for someone to help when she noticed a man standing along in a nearby alley.

"hey, dude!!" she snapped, hoping to capture his attention. "a little help here?"

[bvkillian]

The pile of stacked books soon lowered by each title, the gaps between the shelves soon being filled back in. The echoes of the books shifting back in its places filled the vacant library, and the faint sounds of the clocks ticking rhythmically settled the rather solitary ambience of the repository. Ah, what a serene environment. The remaining member of the library etched on a faint grin as he looked around the empty desks and neatly arranged row of chairs, soon grabbing his jacket that was placed upon the top of his couch. The taller needle of his watch was pointing at the number 12, and the librarian confirmed the fact that it was indeed midnight before daintily making his way out of his library. 

Taking in the night breeze after a day of spending his hours at the repository was always rejuvenating; the red rims that orbited the vampire's pale golden orbs soon reflected upon the moonlight, his head tilting up to face the sky with a momentary pause before taking his steps again. The night was strangely calm and almost too silent, as if it was foreshadowing an undesirable transition to the current atmosphere. What can he say? Of course, such foresight for future predicaments was both an advantage and a detriment to the beast. Having been experiencing vast incidents in his life for the past 800 years or so, it wasn't much of a supernatural element to contain somewhat of a celestial intuition. 

His steps fastened its pace just by a minuscule difference, not quite taking reference of his uncanny instinct that marked his actions. Remote echoes of the male's footsteps continuously filled the surroundings and down the narrow street, only to be soon interjected by a rather rowdy voice that put the vampire's steps to an unwilling halt. 

"..."

The slender figure silently pointed an index finger at himself to confirm the girl's vague indication of a male— soon knitting his brows in the faint feeling of disappointment when he failed to spot any other men that could have possibly been the victim to the drunkard. Of course, Killian could simply decide to discount the stranger's call and continue making his way back home; but why, he wouldn't be much of a gentleman to neglect a lady's request for assistance, would he? A soft sigh parting his lips upon the delay, the vampire soon made his way over to the girl who evidentially consumed too much alcohol for her own good. His gaze soon trailed down to the heel of her shoe having been sunken into the crevice, confirming the situation that she pleaded the help for as he soon extended his hand out to the female. 

"Ah, in much of a strain now aren't we? Your fluke has given you a chance to disregard such distressing situation— though further assistance seems necessary in your current state."

Roughly scanning the girl's mental state that was frenzied by the alcohol, Killian narrowed his gaze just slightly before gently pulling her hand to free her step from the crevice. Tipping his head to the side and offering her a faint, crooked smirk, the male calmly voiced out his question while quietly focusing his gaze upon the other's. "Miss, do you happen to be able to tell me the way to your place? I am willing to offer further guidance to your destination if needed."