if he were recalling it correctly, it had to be some day of this week that was supposed to precisely mark about five entire years since that fateful night, when he’d taken his first choked breath here on earth while laying face first in the pool of someone’s home, his bare physique of an eighteen year old and his soul still as ancient as ever. five years since mother moon had chosen the wrong time to birth him with all of her effort and grace at the very base of the still underlay, weaving the entirety of his being as precise as he needed to be in this current life, with every ounce of moonlight he deserved.
and she’d done a really great job, too, as always. he can always still feel her exquisite presence crawling deep within his veins, much thinner but stronger than blood, soothing away the bottled up anger that blooms with her soft palms as she goes, gently caressing his soul and squeezing him tight in her motherly hold, keeping him together in her wake.
it’s especially during this period of time that he can feel her in every corner and crease of his body, underneath his scales and claws. to some he might be a monster, the nightmare of a child that hasn’t ever dealt with creatures of the past, but to her he is the epitome of beauty, fangs and all. to her he is a blessing, a precious gift given from heaven. she isn’t afraid of anything, for she is the one that people should be afraid of, as silent and serine as she might be. he knows this, he is afraid, too, as much as she tells him not to be. as much as she coos to his ears when he sleeps in the night.
i am here, she would say. you are safe.
and he believes her, because he isn’t afraid of her. he’s afraid for those who oppose her. and those who might lose their lives dare they ever make him afraid for her.
but during these days neither of them worry. she doesn’t allow him to worry. he smiles as often as he could while he pushes through the crowded streets, nodding his head towards staring males and females no matter the age. it’s not like he’s standing out much or anything. it’s just like the usual, because this human body is considered a…great one. very handsome features, ideal portions and muscles. some even follow, thinking he’s a celebrity or something like that, so when he senses that there is someone on his tail, he doesn’t mind it because usually they never do a thing. but after a while when he stops at a nearby ddeokbokki street vendor, his senses settle and he instantly recognizes that small tide of moondrop inside of that particular pursuer. a female, a fairly familiar one, too.
gods, how ironic. the girl from that night. the reason why he regrets his birth.
“five years later and you’re still following me around.” he says while approaching, plate in hand as he chews nonchalantly. she tries to hide even after knowing that he saw her, but he doesn’t buy that either. “what can i do for you today, noona?”
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