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#🂓 — be still my heart ;

mortuarism:

Itwas hard for Kibum to look at the male in front of him. He had forgiven Son Hana long time ago, under the belief that he had died not long after turningKibum. He had been reckless and new to all of this. Kibum hadn’t the chance tobe reckless when he had first turned. He had been scared and unsure of the world.It took him a month to feed for the first time, he had been so scared. He hadbeen angry at him. But he had forgiven him. Now that he knew the other wasalive just as long as he was, he was upset. He had been on his own for so long.It was such a dark goddamn world too. “Where have you been?” Kibum whispered,reaching up and gripping the wrist as though he was going to toss him away. Butinstead, they loosened around his wrist. So Han was the only person in theworld that understood Kibum’s entire life.

“Around.” And that was the truth. He wasn’t sure how else he could answer Kibum’s question. He’d done nothing but travel and wander for the past two thousand, give or take, years. What else was he supposed to do? He had tried to seek out death a few times. He tried drowning himself, bleeding out, starving himself. Nothing worked. He couldn’t work up the courage to rip his own heart out or find another immortal being to do it. Sure he had come across plenty during his time on Earth, but he wasn’t that desperate enough to ask. A part of him still wanted to live, if only to avoid what was waiting for him in the afterlife. He was sure that he wouldn’t be going to Heaven, if such a place even existed. He didn’t know what he believed anymore. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, continuing to stroke the other’s face lovingly. “I’m so sorry.”

#🂓 — bloodsucker ;#mortuarism

sasslord-tae:

“Both!” He says in an excited tone, eyes wide now as he sits forward. He is so happy to have said yes to sharing his table with this stranger. Taemin’s love of horror and anything dark was unmattched at times.

“In detail. I want to know it all!” Came the excited answer as he literally bounces in his seat.

“I am free of all schedules so please indulge me!”

“You’re a strange one, you know that right?” So Han was more amused than anything by the other male’s reaction to his question, shaking his head slowly. He’d never met anyone who was so excited to hear about how someone had been brutally murdered. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed or not though.

“I’m not about to sit here and go into detail about how some girl was murdered.” He snorted, tapping his fingers against the table. “Everything you want to know about it should be listed on the internet. A quick Google search would prove that.”

#sasslord tae #🂓 — heir to the throne ;#haha so han is amused by that

mortuarism:

“Youdidn’t watch me die, you ran away. You realized what you had done too late andyou ran away for my daughter to wake up in the morning to find me,” he shotback, because maybe there was a little bit of anger over that inside of him. Whichwas surprising because it had literally been two thousand years. He had time toget over it but he was not, apparently, that type of creature. “We met by thewater. I was pulling my family’s boat out of the water and nearly knocked youover in the process. The last thing you said to me was while you were cryingthat you were sorry.” He didn’t know why he had to prove that he was the sameCho Kibum. It was pretty fucking obvious just looking at him.

He was... Right. Surprisingly. Although a part of So Han wasn’t surprised at all. He knew who this was. He knew that it was Kibum, he was just trying to deny it. Although it wasn’t like he could deny it any further. He was there, standing in front of him. Alive. Very much so. He clenched his fists, his eyebrows furrowing together as he stared down at the other male intently, his breathing ragged. A few seconds later his expression was cracking and his entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders sagged and he let out a heavy breathy, remorse obvious in his eyes. “Kibum..” He mumbled, hesitantly raising his hands to cup his face, brushing his thumb against his cheek.

#🂓 — bloodsucker ;#mortuarism

mortuarism:

Tobe frank, Kibum had assumed Son Han had died a long time ago. There had beentwo millennia since the last time they had been face to face and that had beenwhen the older male had drained him of blood and left him outside of his home.Where Kibum’s daughter had eventually found him. He didn’t blame the man forwhat had happened. Because he had gone through those deep thirsts that came withjust turning into a vampire. But as the man growled at him when they were faceto face, he felt his own brand of frustration. He knew it had to have been SonHan. There was no other reason to react that way, unless he recognized Kibum ashis lover from so fucking long ago. “My name is Cho Kibum,” he said, using theway old dialect of Korean people during that time. He hadn’t changed his namein two thousand years either. He was not going to pretend that he was someoneelse. It would be useless anyway.

When the sound of his old dialect hit his ears, he knew that it had to have been Kibum, but a part of him still refused to believe it. A part of him refused to believe that he had survived all of these years. “You’re lying. Cho Kibum died a long time ago. I watched him die myself.” He had killed him himself. “Tell me who you really are before I rip your heart out of your chest.” Son Han definitely wasn’t one for being violent, especially when violence wasn’t being thrust upon him, but it seemed to be the only way that he could cope. He was angry and he knew that he was going to be lashing out. He wasn’t only angry at the fact that he thought someone was fucking with him, but he was angry at himself for wanting to believe that this was Kibum. “If you’re really Kibum, then where did we meet, huh? What was the last thing we said to each other?”

#mortuarism #🂓 — bloodsucker ;

{@sasslord-tae continued from x}

“What happened after the girl was brutally murdered, or how was the girl brutally murdered?”

#sasslord tae #🂓 — heir to the throne ;

{ @mortuarism }

Son Han was having a hard time believing his eyes. It couldn’t be possible. His eyesight hadn’t failed him in over two millennia and he wasn’t sure why it would start now. This had to have been a joke. A cruel, cruel prank that fate decided to play on him. Sure he had seen the descendants of his lover before, he made sure that he kept an eye on every single one of them, but none of them bore that much of a resemblance to him before. He felt his ice cold fists clench, before he approached the familiar face. His eyes held an anger that he had never felt before - whoever this was, they were going to pay for trying to play with his feelings and mess with his head. “Who are you?” He growled out at them, trying to ignore the ache in his heart when they were face to face. God, they looked even more like him up close.