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@lucedx
YOON HAERANG LUCE. vampire physiology.
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you've got a lot of nerve,
yohan rubs a hand down his face as he looks down at his phone, taking in his first look at the time in the last few hours. he's been out here for far too long and he if he's being honest, he's exhausted. but sleep seems to far out of his reach, his body tired but his mind thrumming with too much energy for him to find any solace in sleeping. he lets out a huff and turns the corner, making it his third lap around this particular neighborhood.
nights like this are far too much of an occurrence. it started out as a way for him to put his nose in situations where it absolutely didn't belong. as a teenager, he was angry all of the time, so mad with his hand in life and with how much his mom was suffering thanks to so many things out of his control. it was a way for him to let out his frustrations while also getting him out of the house when it felt too small, too stifling, too much that he just wanted to scream.
after his mom passed, his nights out of the house continued. at that point, his nightly excursions were a habit (though some would say it was his cheap way to process the heaviness of the guilt and grief).
before he knew it, yohan had messed up his entire circadian rhythm and now most nights were spent wandering the streets in various neighborhoods and quadrants. it leaves him feeling overly grateful in the mornings that he was able to snag as many closing shifts as he could get his hands on.
another turn, another loop, another unrecognizable side street and yohan sees his first sign of life in what feels like hours. yohan watches the stranger walk through the streets suspiciously, eyeing the fact that he's carrying something close, almost gently. it's clear (it's not) that they're simply up to no good. now, normally yohan might mind his business (he normally didn't), but blame it on lack of self control or another night of sleep deprivation, but yohan simply can't just turn around and walk away. no, instead he heads straight for this random stranger and does the only thing his brain is telling him to do, which is knock the item right out of their hands and onto the pavement below.
with @lucedx
luce appreciates the solitude of his nightshifts. it’s calming in many ways — just him, all alone in the bakery, working to fulfill cake orders for the following day, as well as preparing any other baked goods, if he can spare the time.
tonight, he’d definitely had a lot of time to spare — so much so that he’d actually ran out of things to do. moments like that were rare, and so he’d decided to spend it wisely. there’s this lemon cupcake recipe he’d been trying to perfect, struggling with finding the right balance between tart and sweet, but with all the free time he’d had tonight, he thinks he got pretty damn close.
at least he thinks he did. with his affinity for sweets, luce is admittedly somewhat biased — the sweeter, the better. and so he’d decided to take some home, in hopes that garam would want to taste test them for him.
luce is about half of the way home, when he senses the presence of someone else. not unusual, and he wouldn’t have given it another thought if it wasn’t for the fact that they were reading right towards him. luce pauses, awaiting the stranger’s approach with a guarded expression on his face.
he doesn’t know what to expect, what the stranger’s intentions are, but he certainly wasn’t expecting what happens next. there’s movement, and the box luce had been carrying is knocked out of his hands. it happens fast, and is so unexpected, luce doesn’t react before it’s too late.
for a moment, he merely stands there, blinking between the stranger and the box on the ground, lemon cupcakes spilling out on the asphalt of the sidewalk. great. fucking fantastic. his gaze finally settles on the stranger, eyebrows furrowed in something between confusion and annoyance.
now, luce isn’t someone who tends to curse at people very often — he finds it volatile, too close to the version of himself that’s always lingering beneath the surface. the one that’s best kept hidden. but as he stands there, eyes fixed on the man in front of him, there’s no other words that come to mind, other than, “hey, what the fuck?”
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hellevator / for @jaeyongdx 4 months ago
it’s not often luce gets back from work before midnight. he’d picked up the closing shift that evening, fully prepared to work through the night, getting everything ready for the next day. safe to say he’d been surprised when his boss told him to take the night off, that she’d be keeping the bakery closed the next day, giving her employees some well deserved time off. this had only happened once before in the few years he’d worked there — nearly unheard of, in other words.
luce wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do with this sudden free time.
he’s still pondering his options — start a new book? watch a movie? … do a puzzle? — and wondering if he needs a new hobby, or maybe just more friends, when he slips into the elevator, the doors already halfway shut as he enters. phew. just barely made it.
there’s someone else in the elevator, he notes — luce has seen him before, frequently seen entering the apartment next to his, but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t live there. probably just visiting. a polite nod, nothing more, as he presses the button for the sixth floor, retreating into the corner opposite the familiar stranger. the hum of the elevator is soft, steady, as he grabs his phone out of his coat pocket, mindlessly scrolling through his instagram feed.
then, the lights flicker. once, twice. and with a low, mechanical sigh, everything stops. luce’s brow twitches as he looks up from his phone, gaze flickering to the elevator’s floor numbers — they’re only halfway to floor six. and they seem to have stopped moving. well, isn’t that just fucking fantastic? at least it solves his problem of not knowing what to do tonight.
luce is still staring at the unmoving numbers as he lets out a quiet, “for fuck’s sake,” murmured under his breath.
hiiii, sage (she/her, 25+) again for the third and final (for now??) time! this time with luce, who is honestly kind of a babygirl i won't lie... a reminder that this is a sideblog so i can't follow anyone, that will be from @zyradx <3 yoon haerang, now known as only luce (avoids giving his surname if he can), whose power is vampire physiology. he's not technically a vampire, so he can't turn anyone, but he has vampiric traits — such as drinking blood (doesn't need to, but vastly prefers it to food), enhanced speed/agility/senses, becomes stronger at night, aversion to light etc. more info can be found on his profile + background page here, and as always i'll leave a tl;dr plus some plot ideas under the cut! please leave a like if you'd like to plot with luce and i will shoot a message your way!