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saxngjon:
Jisoo. the Knight whispers this, words whisking away past his lips as the name is comfortable against his tongue. oddly fitting, he thinks as he doesn’t force himself to move closer towards the shorter one, ears catching full on to the sudden change of the stutter of rabbit nervousness to the more confident, attracting voice a face like that would whisper out.
Namjoon is not derailed by this sudden change of demeanor, more as if he’s impressed. the Knight rarely gets out and if he does it’s due to a mission he must carry out or he is done with his training for the day. so for a meeting like this to take place, well.
But also at the same time, he couldn’t help but think he looked familiar in someway. if the complexion was different…maybe? no, he doesn’t wish to be rude. besides, his eyes narrow and the vampire lets out a chuckle, pressing his mouth against the palm of his hand and just squats there on the ground looking amused.
‘ it’s unfair for you to know my name and for myself not to know yours. arrest you? ‘
his laugh is loud, throwing his head back and laughs with his body – dimples showing as he grins wide, unable to hide the violet in his eyes this time and it seems as if there is warmth in his body, a miniature sun radiating outwards – a solar flare.
‘ i may have a higher rank than my brothers but i don’t hold the order to arrest someone. i don’t have the need for arrests, my job is to kill the threat before it begins to breed into the world. besides, arresting civilians and people accidentally bumping into me is against my morals. especially if they are kinda cute. ‘
He tries not to fall in fluster. He tries so hard indeed, wanting to appear as sinuous and as dangerous like mother Chantara would be, but probably only covering the first half of the deal. He has the charm, pretty Jisoo, he has the looks who are a washed out mirror of the sunny twin brother, looks that can be enthralling and mesmerizing if used properly and he knew --Chantara told him so many times it’s all a matter of how you use your looks to lure people in.
Perhaps it’s just time for him to take advantage of it, to embrace what he is even more, and not just when it comes to learn how to control the immense abilities he seems to be gifted with. Perhaps that will help him with his goal --it will help him being accepted, being loved as much as that twin brother of his has always been, to be able to get the genuine attentions and care of someone as pure and as shiny as Kim Namjoon.
Perhaps the way he’s supposed to walk is one to walk with no light.
And of course, the other’s laughter only worsen the frown on his pretty face, plump lips twitching in an attempt at holding a snarl. Such a sound, so easy for him to associate to deceit and mockery, for that’s the only situation in which other voices that weren’t Chantara’s have been used towards him. But he needst to be calm. The situation’s still hinted with awkwardness, he still needs to calm down a little bit more before actually poofing away, or he’ll end up messing up the teleport again.
« Everybody knows who you are and who your family is, Kim Namjoon-ssi. » He almost purred, void hungry for the light of the sun to absorb, eat and devour and feast with. He feels that hunger, that mysterious driving force he’s yet to accept, yet to acknowledge for what it is, still thinking, lowkey, that it’s not a part of himself, that is only a manifestation of something else. « Oh, is that so? » And he’d tilt his head now, feigning himself a mocklike curiosity. Tongue clicked, visible barely in a black cavern with the sight of jagged teeth still there, still eerie yet fitting with the being’s appearance.
« It’s adorable to see people like you, who seem to actually be able to behave like they’re not some kind of elitist jokes. »
saxngjon:
Like a dog tilting its head, Namjoon does the same. the longer he looks, gazes into those eyes the other has – he can sense himself drifting even though it is for a mere few seconds. they are unique, this boy is unique, and Namjoon wants to learn more – craves it about this mysterious stranger that has stumbled into his life. this boy is no vampire, obviously at the sight of the eyes and the tiny teeth that bite those full lips. Namjoon’s smile never leaves his face, the Knight looks silly by squatting down on the ground like this, his sheath for his sword against the ground and the half length cape is resting over his right arm. even though the uniform is protecting his skin, the v-shape on his chest is down near to his collar bone of where the only skin – much darker than his brother and sisters of his coven and garrison. kissed more by the sun than the actual moon itself, but his thoughts are interrupted and screeched to a halt as the stranger speaks more. Unknowing of the stranger’s thoughts, the vampire certainly didn’t think he was being disappointed in the actions the shorter was doing. mostly amused, fascinated in it all and wondering if the reason on why the stranger is so hesitant to do… well, anything. or more so in the presence of the Knight.
Resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands, scarlet eyes glimmering and it seems for a moment the color of a deep violet washes over… and just like that, it is gone. but the interest isn’t. he speaks freely of course, nothing of hesitance stuck in his throat or mind as he speaks up.
‘ i was getting your attention and it seems to have worked. ‘
a hum.
‘ forgive my intrusiveness, but you are no vampire. i assumed this from the first few times you managed to disappear into nothing but black dust. ‘ he inches closer. ‘ what is your name? ‘
Well, wasn’t the situation going from bad to worse --in his opinion, of course. Whoever girl in the entire kingdom would have killed to be in Jisoo’s position, so close to one of the most charming and strongest Knights the Council had called within their ancient wings...
...but it was also true that the Council considered things like him ( sinful being of the void, dead and reborn, eldritch possession of the outer space gods ) a monster to be brought to instant death upon sighting or birth even, and that who knows why his mother insisted into keep him locked up when she could just command him to be choked in the crib or thrown off somewhere and no one would even blame her for it, no one would find out and they’d all be happy in their seeming perfect world. Yet he was there, segregated, forced to seek for that delicious freedom and power while no one would notice, with more and more of that dark treasure inside his soul growing and making more him more and more aware of how different he was from everybody else, even the Knight making his void core flutter.
« M-mhn... » Monstrous eyes move away immediately from the other, breaking every contact with pretty lids half closed and silvery eyelashes curved just like a doll’s. He was holding his breath, his figure finally scooting a bit away from the other’s, getting the same ground he was lying into to scrape just lightly his small palms, immediately hidden in the hem of the large tunic sleeves.
He tried not to look tense by his words but it was a bit hard. Of course the other would notice he was nothing like him,nothing like the people of the kingdom. Chantara said he was superior than any of them, and the mere thought had him internally giggle because if there was something he was sure, that was Chantara never lying to him.
« It’s Jisoo. » Gods forbid he’s let out the family name, he wouldn’t be believed no matter how. No one would think the Park’s have such a hideous creature in its wounds. He took a deep breath, attempting a calm expression, almost sultry-like, --wicked amaranthine. « Why would you even want to know? You can’t arrest me in any case. »
hisdancing:
He couldn’t help but GRIT his teeth, albeit he didn’t try to s h o v e his brother like he attempted to just MOMENTS before. He inhaled deeply, e x h a l i n g slowly to calm his anger that continued to RAISE. After a short moment, he couldn’t h e l p but roll his eyes at his brother’s RESPONSE —– he knew the types of t o o l s that Jisoo owned that could easily DISMEMBER someone considering he’s s e e n them plenty of times,. But he was undeterred at the SIGHT and when they’re being m e n t i o n e d. They didn’t scare him, even if Jisoo did THREATEN him to use them on him c o u n t l e s s times before. ❝To us, what we do isn’t far WORSE. To others, it is, but we don’t c a r e about what they say.❞
« Point proven » Because it was true, the purest truth coming by lying mouths for once: they didn’t care of what people would say or think when seeing them together, that close to result even obscene. He didn’t care, but he was also not that stupid, and knew that Jimin’s position and his own were positions of high danger. An innocent and an hitman, the same dna and the same sick sentiment keeping them doubleknotted to each other.
One hand ran down, subtle, resting on the other’s hip to deliver soothing massages, a chuckle from his lips before allowing a cooing sequence of words out. « That’s my ‘Chimmy. »
saxngjon:
There were many ways the Knight assumed his day would go.
The stranger that he has tried to speak to so many times and each time a conversation of two mere words was just enough – ended up colliding, right into your guarded chest and while it did not hurt you, it did startle you completely. Namjoon looked down at the boy almost comically, the situation in itself was amusing, that well known smirk upon the vampire’s face was evident but held no malice or a retort that he knows that his colleagues would do.
Namjoon would be lying if he hasn’t grown intrigued about the appearance of the male that has captured his thoughts so many nights where training became impossible to achieve. the young vampire is focused, precise, near meticulous in his work and for the form of this other to cloud his thoughts with so little information that was given to him in the only four worded conversations before boy becomes dust…
He didn’t seem to be hurt, more so embarrassed and humiliated than anything else. there was a sound, a sigh as the vampire crouched down and brushes his hand through the other’s hair – it’s dangerously soft and once the other is tilting his head up their eyes meet and Namjoon grins, Knightly fangs showing as his enthusiasm grows.
‘ took quite a fall there. you alright? ‘
And while he was a firm believer that his abnormal eyes were meant to remain well shut, it was the sensation of something --fingers-- carding and playing somehow with his soft tufts of silver that had poor Park Jisoo, pariah of an entire realm, widely open those eyelids, revealing the pretty monolid and the unnatural black sclera and deep red irises, the shock and the flare of rose coloring his cheek and surely keeping him even more paralyzed than he was before. « A-aah--what are y-you doing? » He hated the tremor in his voice betraying him right when he was supposed to sound calm and somehow collected, he hated the way everything about himself seemed to rebel and not wanting to compel to his wish, he hated how no matter how much he’d pray, he’d always end up making himself a fool, right in front of those whose validation, even if implicit, mattered the most.
With Kim Namjoon, he just didn’t seem able to make one thing right.
Immediately, the warlock’s body shifted aside, an attempt to avoid a closeness he still craved but that was meant to remain something so deep inside the youth’s heart, plump lip being bitten by small, jagged teeth of abomination. The darkness in his heart giggled, the sound still feeble when leaving the monstrosity’s lips. « Fine, perfectly ---took worse, honestly, this was nothing. » Inhale, exhale. « T-thanks for worrying, I guess. »
@saxngjon ( starter )
He’s dumb.
Idiotic, demented, another few words to describe his lack of wits because boy, they were all fitting.
He repeated it to himself countless of times while feeling the ground under his back, with the pebbles pinching him right against the thick fabric of his tunic --cursed warlock boy almost frozen on the spot, eyes squeezed shut and cursing himself for letting panic make a fool of his powers right when maybe he should have been disappearing. He’s afraid to look because he’s sure he just bumped on the knight he so much loved and dreamed of --he could recognize the soothing call of that heartbeat and the hints of darkness within it. He just remained silent, trying not to groan, trying just to teleport but failing, and lowkey hoping the other would do the first move.
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hisdancing:
Park Jimin SCOWLED heavily at his twin brother who s t o o d before him and his upper lip CURLED upwards in what seemed to look like a SNARL. He shoved his brother back the m i n u t e he felt his lips upon his forehead; he GLARED at him, his jaw set and both hands f o r m i n g a fist. turning his knuckles WHITE with how tight he clenched them. ❝You wouldn’t do a n y t h i n g like that to me, we BOTH know that.❞
And here it was Park Jisoo, such a sinuous figure leaning down to lay onto the twin brother, definitely not caring about how tense the other could be and how much he was basically risking to be beaten up by the other --especially when he knew Jimin’s level of stamina were rather weak if compared to his own. The smile remained there, sly and beautiful, a wonderful temptation.
« Oh, because we already do something worse to each other, Jiminie. » A soft, almost imperceptible sin exhaled from his lips, their figures just that glued to each other, one hand to grab the other’s and massage it lightly with his thumb. « I have the tools to turn you into a doll and yet I prefer to let our love be the chain keeping us linked this tightly. »
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@hisdancing ( cont )
« And you should be smart enough not to do that if you care about your ligaments, brother dear. » A click of his tongue, boy-monster watching at the kin and leaning, almost, just to give a quick peck on the other’s forehead. If it was mockery or actual affection --well, that was something only Park Jisoo would know. « I didn’t know you turned into a masochist. »
gidae:
❛ what do you mean ? i was looking for you , silly ! you disappeared !
« . . . Hoseok-hyung. You know the farce’s over, right? That I’m not Jimin. »
@gidae ( because you asked )
« . .. What are you doing here --who let you in on the first place? »
hisdancing:
❝Yah! PABO. You know I get w o r r i e d when you go on missions like THIS.❞
« I know, and it makes me quiver with delight. The idea of your little heart going crazy... » Cue hand moving to let slender but small fingers poke lightly the chest of the twin, a smile almost sardonic-looking on his lips. « It makes me want to bite it down~ »
@gcldenhour ( starter )
« Information selling? Well, you’re lucky I do love that game. » Pretty faced hitman with a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans even stretched in a mild sign of nonchalance before letting his figure move to the table in the open space of his abode, glancing at the ‘coworker’ with a slight smirk curling his plump lips. « But you know how it works --the more you offer, the more I spill the tea. »
say goodbye to your heart tonight.
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" You are becoming too eager now days, careful love, do not become too lost in a dream. "
« What’s with all these cryptic messages, now? I thought I was doing such a good job... » But his insides were akin to a banshee, seething and beseeching curses and hexes, wanting to tear apart with his teeth and claws, wanting to grip so tightly around his tiny fingers and DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY--
He’s a sigh, a plump and rosy lower lip barely bitten, his hand cupping the curve of the unholy death’s neck, the other tapping lightly the other’s chin with his small fingers, eyes direct on the other’s, always. He smirk on his lips was cherry-picked, a rare, wicked delight. « I have no dreams, I only mold this petty reality to fit my ideals, » // @saxngjon