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chevxalier‌:

“Now, will you give me your name? it’s only fir after what you’ve done to me” give me a name for me to spell each time i drift to slumber, a name for me to hear once it all goes silent again, give me something to call back to you?

Next time? “What makes you think there’s a next time?” He doesn’t know who she is, where she lives, where she works, who she’s associated with and most importantly they live far too different lives. “Ah, you think so?” Hwayoung tilts her head as she looked at him. “I don’t know but we’ll see.” The kiss on her hand was brief but at least she has something to remember him by. Taking her hand away from his and into her pockets, Hwayoung stands by the door of his mansion, getting ready to leave.

“My name?” Ah, he didn’t forget. He wants to know her name after all. Hwayoung tips on her toes, hands placed on his shoulders as she leans ever so closely. “Moon.” She whispers and gives him a gentle peck on his cheek before slowly stepping back, she just smiles at him and begins to walk away. She’s smiling from ear to ear. She managed to walk away from him already. It’s been ten, fifteen steps when she turns to look at him at his front door, still waiting for a name to be said.

She owes him her name at least for treating her ever so kindly.

“Hwayoung! Moon Hwayoung!” Waving her hand at him before she turns her back at him, leaving behind the man who offered her more than life itself. Eternity. It sounded like a joke, but maybe she can keep this dream to herself and continue on with her own life.

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Moon..of course, she’d be named after something celestial. Her hair the shade of night, her skin pale and much so it looked as if she was glowing, eyes like two crescent moon so alluring it took everything for him to part from. “Moon Hwayoung” he whispered unconsciously as if he needed to feel each sound against his own lips. The dream had finally come to an end, his momentary break from existential boredom walked away just like that in her torn and tattered sneakers. The morning light too shone through the forest beyond his home guiding her back to her own reality. Such a beautifully bitter sight..he thought as he watched till she’s gone out of sight. After her, he too he too retreated back to his own world. I will find you again, wherever you are..

What is the true defining line between stalking and observing is the topic of interest today. A question posed by his personal assistant that nearly earned him a good beating from the man who arranged this mission, Shin himself of course. He took measures to find this woman, what’s wrong with simply doing further research was his argument. This is a woman who by her own free will step into his home, one mind you owned by a creature who’s known to feed on her own kind. He was not at all hiding his identity. She stepped up to death and drank flirt with him till morning. surely anyone with some sense would be burdened with curiosity.

All thanks to his talented assistant, he managed to locate her. They have been following her consistently and took the opportunity to treat it as a field trip as well. After the whole day of observing and taking notes of her personal quirks and her lifestyle, Shin decided it was time to reunite with her once again. Against his assistant’s firm rejection of the idea of course. Taking into account his opinion it does struck him as extremely unusual, his boss a man of influence who’s never had any trouble finding himself romantic company (They practically line up for a brief second near him) is now suddenly trailing along a human girl and postponing all his obligations is simply ludicrous. Him pointing out the nature of his employer’s insanity of course did not stop him from finding a bouquet and striding towards the restaurant like a man on the way to change the world. Perhaps he might be, what reason has he got to follow this woman around like a lovestruck teenage boy?

Shin found himself a seat, a table right at the middle there was no way anyone in the restaurant could possibly miss him. He sat there cross legged, a small bouquet of red roses occupying the seat next to him and there he waited. He was idly going through the wine list when a familiar voice called his name. It’s her.. finally.

“I told you didn’t I that I would be seeing you again. Its lovely to see you again Moon Hwayoung” his hand folded over the menu as he turned up to smile at her, a gentle and charming one by means of greeting her. “No, no ones approached me. But it was you I was waiting for anyway”

“I’d like a glass of this Sauvignon Blanc, red, and perhaps your company after too if you’ll allow?”

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Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

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chevxalier‌:

“What if..I gave you eternity and together we watch it all burn”

“Resurrection, little bird..its quite a flavour”

For a long time, she’s been stressing herself with how she needs to live for two days only. Today and tomorrow. So far, that has worked out for her but today she’s able to lose herself. Not worrying about tomorrow. Just that moment. The storm has come and gone, this is where she says goodbye. She’s tipsy, lightheaded and for the first time in such a long time, she was happy. Pleased with herself and content with her life.

Hwayoung realized she didn’t need much to keep living but the bare necessities. A few bottles down the road though, she began to wonder what’s it like to live like Shin. To have the world at your fingertips. It’s not her world though, it’s Shin’s. Her world is much crueler.

It’s as if they’re in the same moment and yet they’re in different standpoints in the universe. She checked her phone and sighed. Goodbyes are to be made now. She has to do it. Reality is knocking at her door.

“I guess I have to leave now.” Hwayoung tells him, fixing herself as if she wasn’t a whole mess a few hours ago. “My shoes went bye bye a few hours ago and now it’s my turn. It was such a pleasure to meet you, Shin. Thank you for your kindness. I had a lovely time with you.”

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“But is that really the most preposterous thing you’ve ever heard?” he responded for fear that she’d side with that subtle hesitance he left for his own sake of disappointment. Not that any of it mattered however, he should’ve known better not to project his own destructive idealistic tendencies onto her. This is a woman bound to a clock. From what has been established she’s hardly well off and that only suggests that she hasn’t got time to dwell on the possibilities with him. The sweetest of offers, a chance to cheat death given to her by a creature she’d only stumbled upon by mistake. Had it been in his era there’d be some chance she’d blindly fall for it. He’s made quite a fool of himself. And yet..he can’t seem to part with her touch. The warmth against his dead and cold...must we really part?

“Maybe if there’s a ring involved and some flowers, I would say yes.” “I’d love to.”

Whatever monologue she’d made after those two sentences (perhaps rejecting his fantasies of forever) he was blind to them. The vampire was too preoccupied with the violent stirrings within himself, a result of what he came to recognise as hope. Hope in its purest form. He lamented his grievances disguised as an offer only half expecting anything remotely wonderful would come out of it and there it was. Whatever manner she said it in, however she hoped it would translate does not matter to him. His desperation blinded any sense of reason and those three words were enough for him to pursuit this at any cost. Hell, had her condition be to propose to her with the damn moon he would do it.

Upon her request, he complied without question. He once against found his hands clutched with hers and he could barely recall the last time he felt this fiery determination for something, for someone. Along the same shadowy corridors and pathways, all he could do was focus on their fingers interlacing as if this is what they’ve been doing for as long as they both could remember. It all came so naturally..

“Maybe I’ll show you my world someday, once you learn my name. For now, I’d like you to know eternity with you doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Doesn’t seem ‘like’ bad idea?” he repeated her exact words with a smile somewhere close to even chuckling. These expressions came with a different air to them, they’re without any concealed emotions like the one he’d given her in the same door way hours prior. These are full of sincerity and hope. In fact, they don’t suit him at all. A smile that contrasted offensively against his black clothes and beyond that an even darker interior. He’s practically glowing.

“Just so you’re aware, next you see me it’ll be with all the requirements. I was unprepared but I can assure you the next time..” he paused, a gentle kiss by means of ‘good bye’ against the back of her hand, the only way he knows how.

“You’ll be bound to me and i can promise it’ll be everything beyond your wildest imagination”

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chevxalier‌:

“What a beautiful thing to say” and it isn’t at all an exaggeration when he says it felt as if he was going to melt against her feathery touches. He was born a romantic and whatever this is, their little tango it’s given his heart a pull. A deer that conquered a lion, all with her words and her heart (possibly some pity in the mix). His hand although he’s aware it is inappropriate couldn’t help himself caressing her face. His deathly cold skin elicit a soft noise from her. “You really are completely mad aren’t you?”

She wanted to laugh but the world has been on her shoulder for so long it’s hard for her to just smile it off and go on about her day. So she smiles instead. “But I’m not stopping you, aren’t I? You’ve got access to any part of my body that could be damaged and leave me lying on the floor.”

He can scare and threaten her all he wants but she’s cheated death many times. No, it’s as if death is cheating on her. Playing hide and seek. Many times she could’ve landed herself in a spot that leads her six feet under the ground but every time it happened, she miraculously sees another day and right now, it’s as if she’s facing death in the flesh.

Shin.

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I am mad and that’s the reason I’m still breathing. It’s the world that has shaped them to sharpen their claws

The resonance and weight of those words could’ve brought him tears. Not that pondering the nature of existence and humanity then arriving to these conclusions are anything new to him. It’s just by conveying her distaste towards the world despite her ability to understand the duality and spectrum of it all.. he recalls.

This exchange of theirs had unintentionally thrown open the door, hidden away are the very same mentality he’d kept locked away in the depths shielded by his now stone exterior. They’re the memories of pain and torment he experienced as a young mortal boy and not the monster cursed with time. He’d almost forgotten them..the hatred. What its like to resent the world and only able to see the agenda behind the mask.

‘Time washes away everything’ applies in his context. It had washed away any pain and almost with it his past. The sudden tug at the last string that held what was him, made Shin vulnerable and perhaps thats why he remained there with her. He who’d never place himself amongst the marble tiles, never lowered himself or kneel to anyone; at this moment he’s seated on the floor merely a breathe away from her, unable to separate himself from this fascination.

She’d captured him, it was meant to be the other way around but she’d won. The sight looked as if it were a reenactment of a fairy tale, a menacing beast now an image of calm as he offers a small ounce of his eternity to this little broken bird brought to him by mercy of the storm.

There they spent, hidden away in his sitting room warm by the fire place un known to any soul beyond the walls of his mansion. Their agreement that this engagement ends after the storm passes is hardly present in any of their minds any longer. Its been hours since she’d successfully claim his sympathy and they spent the night discussing her, the world and even beyond that. They drank their way through two bottles and the third felt like a possibility until his eyes met with the face of the grandfather clock tucked away behind one of his statues. Morning is coming, they’ve got an hour exactly..

“What if death isn’t the only way you can escape it all” Shin’s temple remained resting against the arm of the sofa they both have been leaning against for the past few hours. His eyes calculated and hawklike in the beginning reduced to a concoction of dreariness and he looked as if he’s in some sort of trance as he said it all.

“What if..I gave you eternity and together we watch it all burn” “Resurrection, little bird..its quite a flavour”

Everything he said was complete and utterly delusional, he only mentioned the aspect of immortality that enticed any mortal but not the bit where it eats away at you. He couldn’t help but wrap an ounce of romance around it like he does everything, shrouding away the fact that not everyone is content with the repercussions of cheating time. But fact remains that he’s so tired of the constant aimlessness. She walked through that door and made him feel so alive after decades rotting away in solitary and he can’t bring himself to let go of this oasis. He doesn’t understand his intent by it, the weight was so airy the way he said it it sounded like pondering more than a life altering proposal...not that she’d ever accept anyway.

❝ 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : SHIN X HWAYOUNG ― ❞

“You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul.

A hundred years?

It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.” // @chevxalier

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chevxalier‌:

“Oh I am terribly lonely” he said his voice hardly as sad as the content suggests. With each inch towards her he looked more monstrous, what colour was present earlier had all vanished, his eyes sank into his face and hollowness only accentuated the blood coloured eyes. His voice now resembled a beast more than the regal man moments earlier. “So hold me human, does this monster still deserve your affections” he chuckled mockingly. Will you embrace a nightmare as it sits before you.

Did he mean to entice the fear within her to come out completely by flashing out his fangs at her? He continues to fail as she glances at him and flashing her pearly whites at him. She doesn’t exactly have fangs but she does her best to show off her caninine teeth. Exposing them and pointing them out with a finger.

“I have those too.”

Hwayoung tells Shin calmly. Still her arms remained open for him. Welcoming him and as he inched closer, Hwayoung pushes herself to pull him into an embrace. Patting a hand on his back while her other hand slowly and gently running through his hair.

“You’re not a monster. No one really is. You call yourself a monster not because you see yourself as one but because the world made you that way and no one actually apologized for turning you into one.” Her fingers continue to run through his hair and she could only wonder if he’s still listening to her rambling.

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Anticipation thickened the air, what moments ago was already somewhat dense in its own right was surpassed by the sudden tension between the two (more so from him). This is equal parts a game and an observational tactic for Shin, he simply needed a definite. So far he’s for the most part convinced of her complete disinterest to live, but he just had to prove it for sure. Depending on her response to his monstrous truth, he’s still debating whether he’d sink his fangs into her pale neck he’d been subconsciously fixated on or let her free as gratitude for a pleasant night thus far.

Imagine his reaction when this woman instead of cowering in fear or screaming bloody murder dismissed the face of nightmares all together. To add even further to his shock, she went and compared her own pearly whites against his own, the very sets that had sunken and carried countless souls with him in every crevice. Shin, a seasoned cheater of time had never once met a human so comfortable watching the fabric of their reality crumble away. Surely she must be broken, somewhere behind those melancholic eyes there must be something seriously wrong with her. Instead of gaining any answers the puzzled vampire is even further burden with questions.

What happened next was entirely unexpected, he thought it some form of a joke. That perhaps it was some kind of tactic, but she just pulled him in. An embrace most sincere and it’s as if each and every one of her syllables sliced away at his nurtured poisonous belief about humans and their agendas. The pleasantness of the shift tore away at his previous attempts at toying with her. Just as she did before, the woman spoke without an ounce of deceit. The only difference lies in her delivery, unlike moments ago she wasn’t just blurting them out. Its almost as if she’d gotten possessed and is now being puppeteer as a mouth piece of some ghost of his own, reflecting back exactly what he needed to hear. Its delusional and he only took them for only half it’s attempt but it’s reassurance all the same.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t possibly now can I? it’d be severely impolite of me” he murmured a response as his horror began to fade. Any trace of the beast retracts into its shell.

She doesn’t know the hell you’ve unleashed upon her own people before ages before she was even conceived. If ever you learn of my crimes you won’t be so confident to console me..

Then her comments on eternity struck him. Her complete disregard for it as a sentiment he does not share, but he didn’t interject. It is yet another anomaly that makes her different from any other mortal. Had it been anyone else the prospect of living forever would’ve had them killing one of their own; but not her.

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“So, what brought you to my door step?” he asked after he made himself comfortable in his seat directly opposite to her, a glass in hand. Finally the small talk that truly matters.

Taking the towel, Hwayoung wraps it around herself and instead of taking a seat on the velvet chair, she opted to sit on the floor, her back resting against the chair instead. He doesn’t have to treat her nicely.

This world is all about give and take.

She can’t keep taking from him. She has nothing to give him in return. Maybe if by chance, she lives another day, then maybe she could repay his kindness. The question doesn’t surprise her but the overwhelming sadness does wash over her. Cruelty, of course. She would’ve said but her eyes are drawn towards her worn-out shoes. The holes remind her of what life she’s been living for many years. How her youth is being wasted away with certain madness.

“I got lost.” She was and she still is. That’s quite obvious already, isn’t it?

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Yet again she insists on declining his generosity as subtly as she can manage (which isn’t subtle at all really). The little bird had found herself sanctuary on the floor against the scratchy surface and for the life of him he could not comprehend why she so strongly denies herself any comfort or welcome. Of course he hasn’t been entirely discreet about the fact that he could lift a hand at any moment and her fate is decided, but if that were the reason she’d decline to follow him altogether. The walk here isn’t exactly short, the distance and meandering they’d done, had she decided to hide at one point it wouldn’t be impossible for her to vanish. None of this makes any sense to the vampire.... she’s a mystery fitted in a frail shell of a woman.

He observed as a kaleidoscope of emotion washed over her. She isn’t at all like him, the contrast can’t be more drastic. She has life coursing through her veins, every emotion one after another coinciding like a chaotic performance as she explained exactly the series of events that brought her to him. There’s no facade, for whatever reason he wasn’t lying or concealing anything and he can see through it all. Frankly it is quite dangerous the measure of sincerity and honesty she’s offering him. But what did any of it matter? he saw into the depths of those captivating eyes of hers and saw no fear. None of this truly matters to her..

He’d been staring so intently that he only registers the strain moments later, he’s captivated by her explosive display and the lack of filter that continues to catch him off guard. Years and years wiling away, hours and hours spent amongst stone walls like himself he’d grown so accustomed to the mechanicalness of it all. The way she expresses everything It feels so organic..so human the way she spoke of her pain and disappointment for a second it brought him back to his years when he was warm. How long have I forgotten it all..how the littlest things meant so much in the grand sketch of a mortal’s life.

She offered him to chance at all to comment on the events she’d been put through, a part of him was glad. Now that he’d been offered such earnestness it’d be terribly impolite for him not to return his own truth. And the truth is it sounded so insignificant, but he wasn’t going to let her know that.

Shin’s glass made the faintest clink against the low table. Suddenly her focus was pointed to him and instead of the usual questions he’d get regarding his home, what he does..what he is. Instead he received the girl’s readings of him. Mainly the assumption that he’s lonely, she disguised all her points in the form of a question but one look at her open arms its apparent she saw his crippling loneliness from the start. Its embarrassing, but it is true. Her outwardly offering contact struck him, he’d had questions upon questions piled onto him ever since her arrival and he tried his best efforts to not come forth and ask her the real questions he has. But now he’s going to have to ease into it lest he loses his mind altogether by the time they reach the bottom of the bottle.

His eyes suddenly shone brighter, he ran through the possibilities and rationalising her behaviour hasn’t come to anything so far. What if I scare her? he thought. Perhaps the subtle hints of his predatory nature wasn’t enough, maybe she’s dense? her arms remained open to him and sudden;y his demeanour shifted from his polite and calculated to serpentine. The air thickened as he inched closer to her. He made sure that with each word his fangs are out in its full glory. Let’s see who really is..

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“Care for a drink? I’m sure it’ll be an hour or two until it parts us”

Her eyes wander around the house or rather, mansion. The entryway was huge and it hosted a lot of shadows. The darkness she’s known for ages. It doesn’t scare her, but if it was her home, it could use some extra lighting. She looks around but it all ends with him. She ends up staring at this beautiful man who seemed like a Prince. Not a modern-day Prince but his manners speak of an older time period. A period where she may or may not have existed yet.

Fascinating, she thought.

Chivalry isn’t dead after all. Just like her and how she longs to be gone for. From the darkness emerges a figure. One which makes her blink her eyes in confusion but when she realizes it’s a woman, she politely bows her head and keeps her hands on her stomach. A work habit of welcoming and thanking guests at the hotels she’s worked at.

“Thank you.” She softly tells him, looking back at the trail of a mess she had left. “I can clean that up.” Scratching her cheek till there’s a bright red patch on her cold pale skin. She’s not nervous, it’s out of worry. She doesn’t belong here and she can’t continuously make a mess in a stranger’s home. No, wait. He has a name. Shin. She didn’t forget that. He’s less of a stranger now and with a welcoming hand, Hwayoung looks at it.

“You know, in movies when you take a stranger’s hand they take you to the torture chamber or pretend to be nice then hit you in the head. I’ve seen enough horror movies for this.”

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This woman’s presence dusted every decrepit corner, breathed life into his ancient artefacts. Each and every step they took against the marble floor towards his sitting room, its as if he’s bearing witness to a resurrection. It’s not often he receives guests and when he does they’re of his own kind or ones similarly cursed to watch all that was them crumble away decades after another. All old and dead hollow vessels roaming the earth all trying their best to deceive themselves that anything the world offers still entice them at all. This little bird with one look, her little squeaky steps as she follows her undecided executioner; brought the mansion to life and it only made him more sure that this will certainly be a night to remember.

The little miss seems to have a lot to say, she’s got a certain flavour to her and truthfully he’s finding it difficult to catch up. Sure, he’s well crafty with words but between them at present there isn’t any semblance of the pattern he’s used to. The waffly remarks, the tedious metaphors and the absent minded rambling about the weather; the kind of routine he’s accustomed to when welcoming another into his home (expected exchange amongst old ghosts). She simply just started spouting whatever she was thinking and he barely had any time to react or respond to all of it. It’s a bloody delight, like hearing new genre of music. An old composition of archaic melodies versus spunky Jazz that used to play through the streets he recalls during one of his walks decades earlier. Wonder if she’s ever been told that, that her fire is quite refreshing..

Yet another point to note, she’s nothing like the refined creatures he invites into his home. The woman is constantly apologising, keeps refusing his generosity, it’s as if the concept of being a guest is beyond her. He responded to them at first, polite reassurances and dismissive waves but he later resorted to ignoring them entirely. Figures his mannerisms and decorum are just as foreign to her. To what extent did her life descend? she’s all rough edges and as much as it entertains him with a game of limitless assumptions the darker thoughts aren’t sitting too pleasantly. Look what the world did to you..

Finally they arrived at his sitting room hidden away behind countless dark corridors. The room had already been prepared courtesy of one of his staff. The room just like every other corner of his dwelling is completely cluttered with objects and images. The room is lit only by the fireplace, walls decorated with countless paintings, little sketches and even pages of a book. Not even the marble floor is longer naked like it is beyond this room. The stone tiles are almost entirely covered in carpets that look too old to belong anywhere but a museum. Statues of various sizes accompany them, it looked as if he’d made a tea room out of a treasure trove.

Shin gestured for her to sit on one of the velvet lined seat, the spot already designated to her with the presence of a white towel he requested prior. He then walked to a cupboard barely visible in it’s corner to fetch them both poison for what he’s anticipating a delightful conversation. He selected one of his favourite wine and returned to her. He took no time at all to pour her a glass, rambling about nonsense like its year and origin as one typically does with such a pretentious drink.

“So, what brought you to my door step?” he asked after he made himself comfortable in his seat directly opposite to her, a glass in hand. Finally the small talk that truly matters.

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“I’ll have somebody bring you some dry clothes-”

“You can call me Shin, and how should I address you miss?”

She’s seen many men in her life. Most of which are idiots and no matter where she looked, all of them were no good. But none of them looked like they were carved out of marble. Here was a man, as beautiful as a marble statue before her and all she could do is stare at him. She forgets how to breathe for a couple of seconds, if it weren’t for her brain telling her she’s inviting death by staring at him, she would just let herself lose her breath completely while mesmerized by him.

“Wow, you’re good looking as hell.”

Hwayoung was always so outspoken, her brain and her mouth have a direct line so she says what’s on her mind almost all the time. Many of which led her to weird situations but doesn’t stop her from talking at all. “You’re like really tall and really hot for a ghost, you know?” If he was trying to scare her off so she’d leave, he’s failing. He said fun in a menacing manner but at least she knows he’s up to no good unlike the people back home. Acting nice and stabbing you in the back.

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Flattery of course isn’t uncommon in his presence. He was graced with features that brought any who’d ever encountered him to their knees and that was the extent even before immortality ran through his veins. If anything the monstrous gift made it worse, now he’s not only equipped with beauty but with insatiable hunger and eternity as well. A creature truly spoiled by fate, a punishment any would dread receiving but to him it only backfired. Bless the memories of his early days, he’s definitely wreaked havoc before time refined him. Before decades turned century ate away at him and made marble out of jagged stone.

“You’re quite a sight yourself I must admit” he managed a polite response, leagues away from her own attempt at a very direct comment, but with the same sentiment never the less. The flattery wasn’t surprising but the manner of which she said it, he almost laughed. He’s so accustomed to receiving them in variations of anything but the raw and solid opinion, nuances and little metaphors. Goes to show he truly needs to find himself a different crowd, discarding tradition and that..attitude can be quite refreshing. Thanks to you little bird.

“This ghost happens to be courteous-” despite his instant refusal for her to remain in those wet clothes, she didn’t seem to want to hear his reasoning. The more she spouted, each comment more crude than the last with heavy distaste in every syllable it became increasingly clear. He’s no longer the only one in this crumbling den with offensive opinions about the world and the meaningless existence they’d been offered. But she soon managed to surpass him.

Shin is trapped in a pit, existential boredom was bleeding him dry, however, the pain of watching mortality eat away at everything around him never was enough of a scare. Two hundred years of being cold as ice and he’s never once convinced to take his own life. Here’s an example of a creature rotting away in his lavish hole, a hundred year from his due and then theres this woman who practically invites death. She welcomes it all with youth and incredible beauty..dear what could possibly want to make you throw all of that away? His mind wandered, the thought felt preposterous. If she wanted to, had she been given his ‘curse’ this woman can easily run this world to ground and he’d pay any price for good seat.

He only meant fun in the loosest possible narrative, but she was beginning to live up to it. Oh if he’s got a fixation with something its death. If he’s not capable of understanding the yearning for it himself then like anyone with eternity to burn he was going to observe it, read through ever inch of her if he must.

Frankly he’s not certain yet what he’ll be doing to her, the thought of sinking his fangs into her delicate neck enticed him but for whatever reason he felt he’d regret it if he did give her exactly what she craved. It is selfish of him, but this woman did in only a matter of minutes beat any sense of enjoyment he could find in his book of tasteful words. This little bird is very much aware of her position, she determined to dance with death and death..in this context happens to love a good waltz.

“Please do at least let me dry you” the cold one waved a hand at no where in particular and only in a matter of seconds the shadows that seemingly trailed after him with every movement morphed into a woman. If his guest didn’t scream at the sight of his nightmarish eyes and numb to every possibility of evil then why would he hide? the dark figure quickly scurried off to fetch a towel for her master and as she busied herself, Shin offered his hand. “Then Miss” his eyes glowed at her established nickname for the night.

“Care for a drink? I’m sure it’ll be an hour or two until it parts us”

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#[haru; element]

The thunder’s roar doesn’t scare her and neither does the darkness. She’s been walking for an hour now, trying to find the main road to hitch a ride back to the camp where her friends might be waiting. She’s cold, exhausted and starving. The people who claim themselves as her friends are nothing but classmates from high school who never failed to drag her around with them to do whatever whenever they wanted.

A house comes to her view as she walks around the lake. The path was clear and it seemed as if vehicles pass through around. As the rain poured, Hwayoung manages to get to the house. Knocking on the door while water dripped from her entire being. The rain was loud, maybe that’s why no one heard her. She tried jigging the doorknob and when it opened, she was pleasantly surprised. Stepping inside the house, her sneakers makes noises against the marble floors.

“Excuse me?” She called out softly. Looking around for warmth and maybe some food. “I’m sorry for intruding. I’ll leave when the rain stops.” A pair of glowing eyes in the dark corner makes her tilt her head. She’s seen worse than this. Humans doing disgusting things, like breathing. “Are you a ghost?” A step closer to the glowing pair of eyes. “Are you the one who guards this home?” A man slowly appears from the dark. Moonlight hitting his pale skin, like ivory and once she realizes that the pair of glowing eyes belong to him, Hwayoung bows to the male. “Sorry for intruding.” // @chevxalier