enigma

a whirlwind of pure destruction with blood stained lips and blood stained skin. will you bleed out for me?

[cruzime]

Inactive. Sorry.

[cruzime]

@aidonaea

It sounded more like a threat than a warning to the goddess but she paid it no mind. She wasn’t out tonight to cause any trouble despite the lingering danger that painted her lips. Bloody and glossy as it complimented her paleness.

The wine greeted her lips, the poison already working it’s way to her bloodstream as she spoke.

“What’s a bet to you? I bet you’ll even enjoy what I’m offering.”

She was leaning on the table now, the fitted dress contorting to follow her form as she kept her gaze on the immortal. She wasn’t out for trouble but a little fun wouldn’t hurt nobody… nobody important of course.

“So what do you say?”

He was leaned back in his chair as he gazed across at the woman, weighing her offer in his mind because it was all too tempting to give in. A little fun, of course. Yejun would be a fool to reject the idea of having a little fun with her. He was one that enjoyed trouble, he welcomed it into his life with his arms wide open because what would life be without trouble? He had all the time in the world to worry about all those little, minuscule things to not have fun.

“Well it depends.” He sat up a little in his chair as she leaned forward, one hand in his lap and the other hand rested on his thigh, fingers idly tapping against it. What did it depend on? Not a lot, but Yejun didn’t want to see like he was so readily available and easy to agree.

Yejun found himself shifting in his chair again, only because he wouldn’t admit that he felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. It was strong, dangerous, and alluring with the way it reflected the unforgiving look of her equally dangerous lips. He couldn’t look away from her either though.

“Depends what what exactly you’re offering. Or will you only tell me after I’ve agreed? In that case...” He paused, tilting his head with a roguish grin of his own. “Show me your definition of fun.”

[cruzime]

hyejvng:

she shouldn’t be scared. why should she? they walked among the living and so did other creatures– hell. she’s mixed up with ghosts and witches– it was like halloween town but more surreal. as in the fairy tales portrayed monsters nicer than they actually were. the world was cruel, she knew that. she wasn’t quite shocked to hear about it, but then it just threw her back in time when he said he wasn’t dangerous. her bullshit radar had detected it– now it’s confirmed. “yejun, y’know y’lied t’me, right?” her satoori slips out more than usual, tracing her pinky over the shot glass that she was using. “i’m not dangerous. y’said that, an’ i argued that y’were. guess what?” she takes a shot, immediately pouring out another before pushing the alcohol away for a moment. “i was right. can’t say how i knew.. but you’re a shitty liar.” there’s a sly smile on her lips, showing that something brewed in her head and it wasn’t quite sane.

“lie t’me some more. i kinda like it.”

and that was a lie on top of a lie.

Yejun had grown to be a natural liar, but sometimes it wasn’t good enough. There was a bit of self-loathe toward his own actions and the way he behaved a little too carelessly as of late. Once upon a time, his self control had been something he felt proud of --- something he could admire about himself and something that other’s could admire about him. But now? Now he was just sloppy and it was beginning to become a bit of a hassle.

His gaze laid upon the girl across from him, not at all phased that she had caught onto his lying. He wondered what did it. Or maybe she was just that smart? --- though he would not give a human that much credit. It was hard not to smile, the faintest remains of an amused grin playing on his lips. Truthfully, he didn’t see himself as too dangerous. He could be sweet. Nice. Harmless. If he really tried, that was. But it took a lot for him to even want to try. But really, he didn’t saw himself as a threat, at least not right now. He wasn’t, not to Hyejung. At least not yet.

“I don’t get what you mean?” He did understand, he remembered that lie all too well. But could she blame him? Maybe he was just a shitty liar, and maybe he had just gotten careless when it came to lying as well. “Lie? I’d never.” A snort followed, briefly looking at the bottle of alcohol shoved aside and then back at Hyejung. “Do I have to show you how harmless I am? I can show you.”

[dazzlingkai]

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow

[cruzime]

Do you sleep in a coffin? Do certain vampires have diets? Like maybe some don't drink blood O and others only like blood AB...?

—— @iceur

“FIRST OF ALL — what year is it? 1700? I have a very comfortable bed at home. SECOND… do you think I care about what other vampires do with who they eat? As long as they aren’t bothering me, I do not care. I, for one, am not picky. Want me to show you? Come here.”

[cruzime]

@89tys​

She definitely knows he’s right about that. Taeyeon isn’t one to ask questions that she deems may be something not appropriate to ask; yet, this time, something was compelling her to do so. She knew she shouldn’t have - and his response was to be expected. It was a pretty harmless question, by most standards.

———– ❝ Are you okay? You seem a bit worn down. ❞

Maybe in some circumstances, this may seem like a normal conversation starter. However, maybe for him it was something she shouldn’t have asked. She doesn’t know him, happened to be in the same area. ( contrary to what is shown and said she does leave her house sometimes ). Taeyeon’s a pretty caring person, and can’t help making sure someone is okay. He didn’t seem to recognize - or care, possibly - her, so she figured she’ll be okay.

His response threw her off a little bit, causing her to give a timid smile in return. She nods, looking off into another direction. He was right though, some things were better left unsaid; it’s not her business. He doesn’t even know her. When she looks back at him, she gives another smile, but this time it’s shy.

‟ You’re right, I’m sorry for intruding, it’s not my business… I just noticed, that’s all. ”

Normally, Yejun did not necessarily mind it if someone decided they needed to concern themselves with him. His... well being. Not to say he wanted them to do it, because after a while, it did grow to be troublesome. He was a good liar, one of the best --- he liked to tell himself that at least ---, so it was no issue to him, but sometimes.... sometimes people caught him off guard and it was enough to have him give a --- not so forced, not so much of a lie as an answer.

It was unfortunate for Yejun. And perhaps for her, too --- whoever she was. He felt like he might have seen her face on some billboard, or maybe it was on the TV? --- he didn’t remember, nor did he care all that much. Though it wasn’t like he could actually remember that someone even cared to ask if he was okay either. Was he okay? Was he ever? --- The answer the too simple. A very obvious no. You try living over a hundred years, too many of them spent alone and never in one place for long, and tell yourself that you’re okay. Just try.

Sometimes Yejun also forgot his manners in public. Mannerisms... how pesky. It was all about respect in this day and age --- where was his damn respect? He mulled over the idea of apologizing for giving a rude response, knowing very well that he was supposed to be humble and even thank her for asking. He knew how to hold a very normal, an even kind and humble persona, but pretending was slowly starting to becoming tiring.

He looked at her, watching her as she looked off into another direction, easily sensing the awkward tension between the two of them now. This time he didn’t think before he spoke either.

“.... So, wait. --- Do you talk to all strangers you meet? You look thirteen.”

[cruzime]

ofkngs:

Seungjun was cutting himself off from the smokes today. Why? No real reason other than the fact that he loved to deprive himself of the things he wanted sometimes. What’s the point in living if he didn’t give himself some sort of a challenge? The addiction was deadly to him and he loved the way his skin burned whenever he raised his hand to his neck to scratch at it. That was the little tick in his deprivation whenever he didn’t allow himself the comfort of toxic waste to enter his system. Withdrawal could be oh so nasty and he was all for it. the lump of flesh on his neck was a beet red from the rest of the pale layers and even though all they had for light were the lampposts and lights from stores, it still stood out. The replacement for his nasty habit was a green lollipop stuck in his mouth. It was pushed to the side as he listened with a shit-eating grin on his face. A crooked little thing always plastered on his face as he rested lazily against the metal chair he sat in. They were outside a convenient store with chairs and tables scattered outside of it. He placed his foot between Yejun’s legs to rest it on his chair. “God, do I love that laugh of yours. I could hear it all day and just know you have something good in your head.” Seungjun hummed with his hands deep in his pockets, eyes running off to the side momentarily when the police drove by. It caused him to tilt his head forward a bit to hide his face. “It seemed like it worked. I always claimed to a such a … comedian. You can ask anyone, really.” What a glorious lie. “I thrive in the darkness of humor most though. Anything that lurks in the dark is fair game. I’m sure you know all about that.”

Irritation was clear over Yejun’s face, and the foot that rested between his own only made it worse. The easiest thing to do would be to push it off, but he didn’t move to do it just yet, his attention focused on Seungjun. Sometimes he really began to question the poor company he was starting to keep around himself more and more. It would be so easy to go and find good company but sometimes good company left him bored. Maybe just company with a better sense of humor. He could argue that Seungjun wasn’t too awful but today he seemed to be borderline insufferable.

A heavy sigh that held annoyance escaped Yejun’s lips at they parted, his gaze following the police car they drove past them. “Weird. Don’t think I’ve actually laughed yet.” He noted the way the other seemed to turn his head away and hide his face, but he hadn’t questioned it in the moment. Eventually, once it was out of his sight, he looked back at him with an arched brow. “Maybe you should have taken on a career as a comedian. I’m sure you could have done well in a place like America.” His words only held sarcasm and he looked away from Seungjun now, his gaze cast onto the foot still between his legs. He decided pushed it away finally, crossing one leg over the other at his knee to prevent it from happening again, his elbow propped up on the arm of the metal chair he sat in opposite of him, his finger tips pressed against the side of his face, just below his temple.

He had noticed it the moment he had ran into Seungjun, or rather Seungjun had ran into him. The patch of raw skin on his neck. It was a bad habit of Yejun’s, to stare at someone’s neck --- Quite honestly the first thing he noticed about someone. Usually all he needed was one look but that raw skin was a shame. If the other scratched any more and any harder, surely it might ---

“So, are you dying or something?” Yejun blurted the question out, dark eyes back on the raw skin.

[cruzime]

iceur:

There’s a thrill from the sense of danger whilst being around Yejun. It’s not the same as cheap horror movie jump scares nor walking home alone late at night. This fear is controlled; it’s him lining up to ride a roller coaster to feel the adrenaline rush. It’s excites him (heart palpitating, ears red.)

Yejun was an interesting creature character. He was bold and explicit about his insatiable hunger. Rather than hiding it all behind an angelic smile like those textbook sociopaths, anyone with half a brain could smell Yejun’s want. Kai thrived on the attention. Being worshiped like some modern god isn’t all that bad. So he posed for art, became a muse for the painter and rid himself of all fabric. He smeared his neck crimson with pomegranates, leaving two seeds to sketch the remnants of a bite. 

Kai doesn’t move a hair once on the pedestal. His entire body transformed into solid marble like the David. The sound of the paint brush hitting floor slices through the thin air. He bats a lash, nothing more. “I agreed to be your muse, not your main course.” He mutters, turning his attention away from the paint brush back to Yejun’s burning gaze. “I assist you by remaining still until you’re done. In return, I’m painted and admired.” 

“I could let you, but that would ease your burning desire.” 

A long pause. He’s meticulous about his words, sifting through them until he finds the right phrase. “As a result, the painting wont convey your insatiable need. I want them to hunger for me through your gaze.”

How Yejun could reduce himself to a mere servant around another was a mystery. To be put in his place by Kai’s very words. To not even be given what he wanted. A muse was all he asked the other to be, but a main course was something to be expected. He wouldn’t take too much, not when he needed Kai alive, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take anything. He wanted to --- way too badly. It was as if he knew it too, how he laid himself out before him, covered in red that he deeply wished was real blood. Wouldn’t it be better if it was real?

“Muse, main course. Same thing, is it not?” There was annoyance evident behind his words, meeting Kai’s gaze the moment he looked at him. He had a feeling that even if he had a taste, even just the smallest taste, it wouldn’t be enough. It was never enough, not until he had it all. And all of it was not something Yejun wanted. Not yet. And usually --- usually... Yejun listened to what he was told --- to what Kai told him, to be exact. usually. But today --- .....

With only an exasperated sigh, the vampire stood from where he sat, taking slow, calculated steps toward Kai where he stopped at his side, looking down at him, the same hunger still reflected in his eyes, but it certainly did not reflect in the frown on his face. Was he pushing it? yes. Did he care? no. He did not ask as he reached out to brush the backs of his fingers along the male’s neck, admiring the feel of his tanned skin, as if it were silk under his touch. It felt cold to him, but he could still feel his blood running through his veins. He could still smell it.

“....... --- please? Won’t you allow me?” He turned his hand over to have his finger tips press to the unscathed skin. His hand trembled, the need (want?) too much. “I won’t ask twice.”

[cruzime]

I just wanted to say that your muse is amazing and really well built. Don't worry about what other people may say as long as you keep those who truly care around. I hope you can get your inspiration back soon and that you'll be back here when you feel better! Just wanted to let you know that there's someone out there who admires your muse and writing.

This is really sweet, thank you. I’ll keep this in mind… I appreciate it a lot. I know I shouldn’t let things get to me, but it is quite frustrating and annoying. But really, thank you.

[labors]

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

[cruzime]

Do you like popsicles?

—— @iceur + source + open

He rolled his eyes, looking up as he shook his head. WHAT KIND OF QUESTION? “If by popsicles, you mean YOU, then yes. Sort of. I would like you even more if you’d let me TASTE.” It’s a bitter subject as always, and Kai knew exactly how he felt about it. “BUT. — if you mean the sugary, fruity kind, then yes, I like those too.”

[cruzime]

Will you fall right back into his arms?

—— anon + source + open

“NO —”

A natural response for him, because WHY WOULD HE? It’s a lie, it’s always a lie. More like, WHY WOULDN’T HE? However, a much more truthful answer wouldn’t be yes or no. It would be neither, because Yejun didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. He didn’t know how he felt. Emotions that had been so foreign to him were now a mess in his head. He looked bitter. Angry. Confused. Insecure. Upset. A truth forced from him.

“I don’t know — I don’t fucking know. It wouldn’t be impossible. What the fuck do you do when a ghost shows up in your life? What are you supposed to DO? What are you supposed to FEEL?”

[cruzime]

Truth serum? Let's hear about the last dirty thought you had.

—— @spellbks + source + open

“My last dirty thought?” He fell quiet briefly in order to actually think about it before he shrugged one of his shoulders after a couple moments passed. “Maybe last night? It’s normal to think about sex, isn’t it? --- It wasn’t anything AWFUL, sorry to disappoint. Just wanted to fuck this beautiful woman I passed on my way home... But I accidentally ripped her throat out and I’m not into necrophilia, believe it or not.”

[cruzime]

Do you feel remorse for anything you've done?

—— anon + source + open

A GOOD QUESTION. Did he?

Once upon a time, he would say that yes. He would have said he did feel remorse. There was a time in his life where he wasn’t so numb but that time was long gone. He told himself he would NEVER put himself through that again. He would never make himself weak, because he was not weak, and he refused to be seen as such. In his world, emotions made a man WEAK. Emotions made a man HUMAN, and Yejun was nothing but. There was no humanity for him to cling onto. From time to time, he had small tastes of humanity — but every time turned for the worse, and he WAS NOT putting himself through it.

“Right now?” There was a pause as he pursed his lips, almost as if he was trying to make it seem like he really had to think about it. The answer was simple — a little too simple. “No, not really.” Another pause, and then several seconds passed, as if Yejun was struggling to speak. He rarely struggled with words. “If you asked me that ten years ago, I would have said yes. But that was long ago, and now? I couldn’t care less.”

[xiaobanh]

luminous.

[cruzime]

loathism:

( ... )

To hear the many reasons that he had SO DESPERATELY wanted to hear seven years ago had Yejun completely silent. He was silent, because as much as he wanted to believe him, it was HARD TO. All of the hurt could have been fixed with all these reasons long ago. Why had it been so hard for Taehyun to say them? To end it properly?

The one thing that hurt the most, though, was hearing him say that he did not leave because he did not love him. He left, because he LOVED him so much. He words echoed in Yejun’s head, leaving his face blank, his mind only filled with those words, repeating them over and over and OVER. It felt weird to hear it, something that he had longed to hear just one last time. It felt weird, how the same words dangled off the tip of his tongue, SO CLOSE to repeating the same words back to Taehyun. It was scary, how easily he knew he could fall back into him. Taehyun, the one person that made him GOOD. The one person that bad made him BAD. Was it worth it, to give up his ways? How would he know that Taehyun wouldn’t just LEAVE HIM ALL OVER AGAIN?

“Why do you act like I can’t handle myself?” It was something Yejun wanted to know. Did Taehyun see him as someone that NEEDED protection? It was a little insulting. Yejun did notneed anything from anyone. He did not need another person. He did not need Taehyun — he never did. At least, he wouldn’t admit that he did. He would not admit that he needed something, someone, to keep him grounded. He would not admit anything that made him weak. He was barely able to admit that he was hurt — that I hate you was the closest thing to it, but even then it was nowhere near the truth. It was said out of hurt, completely and entirely out of hurt. The urge to make Taehyun feel the same hurt that he felt, and was still feeling, was overwhelming and GOD HE WISHED HE COULD DO IT.

The fingertips of one hand pressed hard against his temple, slowly rubbing over the thin skin a little too harshly. His head hurt. Or was it the heart ache? It had to be, because he had not felt like this in seven years. He had not felt an ache that made his whole entirely body want to break apart from even the slightest movement. Part of him wasn’t even listening to Taehyun talk any longer, his words going in one ear, and out the other. But what he did catch onto was the fact that he was asked to come with him. Go where? To his place? Hesitation was evident in Yejun — something that NEVER happened. When the fuck was the last time he hesitated? He shook his thoughts from his head the moment he felt his body turned involuntarily, his eyes wide and focused on nothing but the hand on his arm. It BURNED. The mere touch of him felt like it was searing through the material of his jacket, right down through his skin and to his bone, breaking away all the fragments of his body. Yejun didn’t know if it actually hurt or if he was just in shock.

It wasn’t until Taehyun stepped back that the vampire could actually focus on something other than him, his attention turned toward the direction of his apartment. He had nowhere else to go, and even if he did, he had long since forgotten what he was doing. It felt like he forgot his own name of all things at this point. The world had stopped spinning on its axis, and time felt as if it had truly froze. It was too SURREAL for him. In all of his immortal life, he had never truly felt like time had ever just stopped. All he had was time, and now — now it finally decided to freeze everything in perfect place around him. BUT THEN —

“…—Scared?” That same worry Yejun had always held towards Taehyun washed over him, and suddenly he remembered how much he hated it when Taehyun was scared. He had never heard fear so REAL in his voice before. “Why are you scared?” What was going on?What didn’t he know? It was now, out of instinct, that Yejun actually touched the other, grabbing onto his arms when he leaned in close again, his grip tighter than he meant for it to be, and it took every last bit of his self control not to pull him in close and just hold him. He let go instead as the man started to walk backwards, but that only meant that he took a step forward, right towards him, for every step he took away from him. Distance seemed too hard, no matter how much it hurt.

“Taehyun-ah—” The name slipped from Yejun’s lips a little too naturally, a certain gentleness behind it, leaving him stumbling over his own words. It made his steps hurry to close that painful distance between the two of them, instinctively reaching out for Taehyun’s hand to grab it, to make him stop moving away from him. He had NO RIGHT to touch him, but he didn’t let go either. Would he regret his words? Would he regret giving him the time of day? Yejun was scared, too. It said a lot, because he was never scared. What would happen? His temper was never the best, and it certainly was not any better now. Would they fight? He remembered every single time that they fought, and each time was just AWFUL. It left a sour taste in his mouth just thinking about it.

“I’ll come with you, just —”

Just what? Yejun hadn’t thought of what to say. All he knew was that he didn’t want Taehyun to leave him again, at least not without an actual reason. But the fear of not getting the truth from Taehyun was still there. What if he LIED? What if he just… couldn’t believe him? He had no control over himself when he was with him. He brought out that one side of him he wanted to bury forever.

“… I swear to God, if you lie to me — ” What would he do? (nothing.) “you have to tell me everything. Or I’ll just leave. I swear I’ll leave you this time and never come back.” He can’t stay away from him.

… “One chance. You have one chance.”

[cruzime]

@iceur

Yejun had always been fascinated with people, whether they were human --- or not. He found that when he wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it. He was always drawn to the unattainable, the untouchable. And maybe that was why Kai seemed to be on a whole other level. There was such a sweet scent that filled the air whenever they were close. It was more than enough to leave him salivated with his throat dry and a heavy feeling over him.

Maybe that was why he felt so drawn to him.

Was it hunger? Curiosity?

Constantly, there were demands of having a taste. How fucked could Yejun be that he found himself compelled to ASK for a taste? Each time, Kai denied him. It left him --- frustrated.

His source of frustration laid right before him, too. His studio dark, with dim lighting for ambiance for the painting he decided he wanted to do. To him, Kai was the perfect muse for everything he needed and wanted. Perfect proportion, perfect body, perfect --- EVERYTHING. That sweet aroma that followed him everywhere just made it so much worse. Yejun would be lying if he said that wasn’t what had attracted him in the first place. Even sitting in the same room from him with just a short distance between the two of them was KILLING HIM.

Abruptly, Yejun’s paintbrush fell from his fingers and clattered down on the floor, but he made no move to pick it up. He didn’t want to. His gaze focused on Kai, unable to look away from him.

“Kai.” He spoke up to get his attention. “Why won’t you let me taste?”