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. »
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