[sacredincision]

i‘m sorry for being silent at the moment but bruh, i‘m trying to keep my sh*t together because i‘m going through a hard, sh*tty time. my head isn’t here or at ryujin, but i‘m trying. i guess i‘ll „focus“ more on ryujin (@ghcstwired) for the time being. but if ya wanna chat or something, maybe even discuss a plot — feel free to add me in discord, or if you wanna in character texting on wire, add me there. (under the cut)

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[ichorkindmoved]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey should've left, the moment they escaped him, the first time. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBut, this city was their home ; They'd watched it grow from nothing, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤinto what it was, present - day.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPhone, clutched in their hand remains there, for a moment. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤText, that pops up, makes their stomach SINK.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ[ ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE ALONE, SOO - AHH ? ]

Glass shatters, and they duck away from it, feet careful to near dance 'round shards that now litter the floor. Fingers twist and knot into their hair, and by instinct 'lone, does Young - Soo RIP thar arm from its' socket, their stomach sinking like a stone INTO THE FLOOR. Limb does not come away from body, but hangs dislocated, hunters' good arm swinging dagger of SILVER down at them. Dodge is a miracle, but they're NICKED still, hiss of pain all that leaves clenched teeth. It would heal. It had to. Slower, than other wounds, but it would HEAL. Hand encloses over cut, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVampires aren't weak. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSoo, isn't WEAK.

Nails anchor into black - clad arm, leg swift through the air to connect with the side of hunters' SKULL. Head snaps to the side at an awful angle, with a SICKENING CRACK, their body falling to the ground like a heap of BRICK. Second Hunter, though, does not directly engage, and instead, makes for the staircase.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTAE.

A flurry of bats, parts their form, colony swift in flying for the stop of staircase. WHEN EACH AND ALL ARE PRESENT, and their body reconstitutes, they spring forward, knocking hunter to dark red carpet. First punch connects with their nose. The second, with their left eye. Something, snaps in that moment, and Soo cannot bring themselves to stop. Even if they scream, in the back of their mind, that hunters relent if the danger is too great, THEY DID NOT DESERVE THE CHANCE.

By the time they come to, from that daze, their fist is coated in blood and sinew and BRAIN MATTER, hunters' skull caved in and crushed. They sit back on their heels, tongue peering from lips to lap up what blood's sprayed against fair skin, chest heaving. It was two. They travel in pairs, always. These two, had to have been new blood ; Soo hadn't seen them before. Creak of their door has their head snapping to the left, to peer down staircase toward foyer. They stand, shaky 'pon their own legs, fingers of now - uncurled fist twitching.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ ... Sakuya ..? ❞

[sacredincision]

Like  a  gargoyle,  he  crouched  on  a  tiled  roof,  observing  everything  —  every  movement,  every  breath,  even  every  tremor  was  cataloged  and  stored  in  his  brain.

Bond  confirmed.  Trigger  successful.

The  glass  shattered.  Ah.  His  mismatched  eyes  followed  every  movement  intently.  Sakuya's  smile  widened  as  the  eye  socket  burst  open.  It  wasn't  really  the  violence  itself,  but  rather  Young-Soo's  decision  not  to  flee,  but  to  stay  and  fight.  They  were  enduring  pain  they  could  have  avoided  by  simply  leaving  the  coven.  ❛  Vampires  aren't  weak,  ❜  Sakuya  murmured  quietly  to  himself,  more  to  himself  than  to  anyone  else,  ❛...but  you're  acting  so  beautifully  like  you  are.  ❜

Sakuya  watched  them  intently,  the  fight  unfolding,  and  the  hunters  being  killed  with  a  satisfaction  that  was  probably  quite  macabre  to  everyone  else.  It  was  so  interesting  to  him,  and  yet  he  didn't  want  to  just  sit  and  watch.  Oh,  how  he  wished  he  could  have  been  there…  fighting  them.  He  leaned  forward,  elbows  on  his  knees,  chin  in  his  hands,  like  a  child  in  a  theatre  while  Sakuya's  pupils  dilated  slightly.  Soo  didn't  pause.  Blood,  brain  matter,  the  shattered  skull,  ground  into  a  red  pulp  beneath  righteous  hands.

It  wasn't  long  before  Sakuya  finally  made  his  way  inside,  albeit  slowly.  It  was  far  from  over. Only  when  Young-Soo  spoke  his  name…  he  entered  the  foyer,  clapping  slowly.  ❛  Oh,  ❜  he  replied  softly,  his  voice  far  too  gentle.  ❛  You  felt  me.  How  sweet!  ❜  His  gaze  lingered  on  Soo's  dislocated  arm,  the  silver  wound,  and  the  trembling  of  her  fingers.  He  took  it  all  in.  ❛  Two  already, ❜  he  laughed.  ❛  You  were  faster  than  expected.  Messier,  too...  but  that's  forgivable.  ❜

His  gaze  slid  past  Soo,  over  to  the  stairs  and  the  corridors  beyond.  Something  was  moving  outside,  boots  splashing  through  puddles  shrouded  in  darkness.  There  were  more  hunters.  ❛  You  should  know  that  this  performance  isn't  over  yet …they  go  out  in  groups  of  three  when  they're  scared.  In  groups  of  four  when  they're  angry...

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ oh … and there’s me. ❜

[ichorkindmoved]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn even this DAZE, they knew something was off about Sakuya.

Humans could derive pleasure from feedings ; it wasn't uncommon, unheard of. But the pain made him relent. It wasn't MERCY, as the other stated ; but some sort of sadistic HEDONISM, that put him in a fairer mood. Young - Soo, didn't question, didn't criticize or jeer. Anything, that'd spare him harsh burn or broken ribs, was a blessing in and of itself.

Eyes meet, and Young - Soo's too airy to feel fearful, for once. Though something in his bones buzzes in familiar protest, YOU KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO TO YOU, they remain there, against the wall, still. Their head finally tips back and eyes close, toxins in their system working more rapid than they had the first time. What a relief.

❝ ... I didn't want to. Come back. ❞ They admit, too strung - out to be SHEEPISH. Their words are muted and muddled, and their posture begins to lean over to Sakuya, comfort sought in even the WORST of company. Cheek would rest at his arm, brow slightly furrowed. ❝ It's difficult ... Being an idol. The things people say about you, or think or want is almost unbearable, sometimes ... ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThis was the only thing they could think of to escape it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAt least, temporarily.

There is, at least, SOLACE, in that promise. I won't hurt you tonight. Maybe Young - Soo could be, in themselves, a little more brazen, than before. Maybe he'd talk, about himself, or maybe he'd learn more about them.

ㅤㅤㅤIf Young - Soo were honest, though ; they just wanted another drink.

[sacredincision]

As  Young-Soo  snuggled  against  him,  Sakuya  didn't  pull  away  this  time.  He  just  adjusted  so  that  the  touch  seemed  deliberate.  A  soft  sound  escaped  him,  not  laughter,  but  something  calmer,  perhaps  even  warmer.  He  tilted  his  head  so  that  his  cheek  brushed  Young-Soo's  hair,  his  different  colored  eyes  taking  them  in  as  if  Sakuya  were  observing  something  fragile,  yet  amusing.  The  pain  still  tingled  in  his  body,  almost  awakening  a  longing  for  more.  But  he  said  nothing,  simply  listening  to  their  words  while  watching  them,  noticing  the  relaxation  in  their  posture  and  their  slowed  breathing.

❛  An  idol,  ❜  Sakuya  repeated  thoughtfully.  ❛  Everyone  watches  you,  everyone  touches  you  with  their  eyes,  deciding  who  you  are  before  you  even  open  your  mouth..  it's  the  kind  of  pressure  that  breaks  people  in  such  a  beautiful  way,  ❜  he  hummed.  It  wasn't  as  if  he  knew  exactly  what  idols  did,  but  some  of  his  clients  were  idols  and,  of  course,  told  him  about  it  as  if  he  were  their  therapist.  Sakuya  never  cared,  and  he  never  really  listened  to  them  but  it  was  enough  to  remember  such  things.

Then  silence,  for  a  moment.

❛  I  said  I  wouldn't  hurt  you  tonight,  right?  ❜  Sakuya  looked  down  at  them.  His  eyes  were  sharp,  even  though  his  body  was  slumping  with  exhaustion  from  the  blood  loss.  ❛  So  rest,  do  what  you  need  to  do  —  borrow  my  shoulder  if  you  want.  Drink  if  you  need  to.  ❜

[sacredincision]

❛ Go fuck yourself. ❜ / he heard about him from young-soo 🤭🤭

He  tilted  his  head  slightly  while  Sakuya  looked  at  him  rather  stoically.  ❛  And  you  are...?  ❜  he  said  in  his  low  voice,  the  amusement  clearly  visible.  Apparently  he  had  a  good  day. 

A  lollipop  dangled  between  his  lips,  the  stick  now  held  between  his  fingers,  ready  to  slowly  pull  it  out  of  his  mouth. ❛  Don't  you  know  that  people  who  talk  to  me  like  that  usually  regret  it?  ❜

[sacredincision]

OOC. As soon as I have more motivation & time, I‘ll do an overhaul on this blog AND of course reply.. hoping it won’t be too much of a fail. Feel free to send in prompts anyway!

[sacredincision]

SOON i‘ll be properly back to annoy ya‘ll with this insufferable guy. 🔪

[ichorkindmoved]

@sacredincision said ── Good boy. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ see how they react !

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey shouldn't be back here. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey don't want to be back here.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood that calls, is something special. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething to take the EDGE OFF.

Under the cover of night, they stand at porch ; the discomfort and burn of not being invited in the FIRST TIME, would not be replicated. They'd stoop low, for their needs, their wants, but seldom would they find themselves seeking harm. At least, not like that. When door opens, smile that greets them lacks warmth. Venomous. Cold.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Soo - Ah ... I didn't think I'd see you. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYou can ...Come in, if you'd like. ❞

Off they embark, over that threshold into the home that had SERVICED AS A BRIEF PRISON. But, they're here, willingly, this time ; and time, is what they refuse to waste. Sakuya's head cants, curious as Young - Soo turns to him, one hand at the others' arm, and the other tilting his head upward to better expose pulse point. Tongue drags along skin, their shoulders pulling in anticipation as they bite down, CRUNCH of flesh 'neath fangs a symphony to the senses. Blood immediately washes over tongue, their hold on him growing tight, possessive. Toxins and poisons, mere DRUGS in a vampire's belly. Soo's silent, as they drink, Sakuya's fingers coming through the ends of their hair, oddly gentle.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Ah ... Good Boy. ❞

No pulling, no fear ; praise, and little more. It's vexing, for the moment that Soo's sober, still ; but bloods' affect, on an EMPTY STOMACH, is accelerated, their pupils blowing, near swallowing dark irises. Grip grows bruising, for mere moments, simple phrase sending heat into their cheeks and the rounds of their ears. When they release him, it's with hesitance, blood that flows still lapped up before they're putting distance between two bodies. They shift, to stand against the wall as world begins to swim, move when it OUGHT NOT. Sakuya, would stand over them, as they sink to sit at dusty wooden floor.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ You're okay ... I won't hurt you. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYet ; Young - Soo, had their doubts. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhatever the price was, it was worth it, tonight.

[sacredincision]

 IT  FELT  SO  GOOD!

WHAT  A  PLEASURE  THE  PAIN  WAS!

 He  didn't  back  down;  on  the  contrary,  he  leaned  forward,  if  only  a  little,  enough  to  feel  the  pressure  and  the  pain  rising  hotly  on  his  skin,  beneath  it.  His  breath  escaped  him  in  a  soft,  ragged  gasp.  The  pain  buzzed.  It  shot  through  him  like  lightning.  ❛  Mm…  yeah,  ❜  he  murmured  in  a  slurred  voice,  his  eyes  widening.  They  were  unfocused,  as  if  he  were  looking  right  through  Young-Soo  instead  of  at  them.  His  fingers  briefly  dug  into  their  hair  to  ground  himself  as  the  dazed  sensation  trickled  down  his  spine.

Pain  always  did  that  to  him.

As  Young-Soo  pulled  back  and  slumped,  Sakuya  followed  him  leisurely,  crouching  down  in  front  of  them  instead  of  looming  up  as  usual. Slowly,  he  tilted  his  head  and  watched  as  their  breath  caught,  their  gazes  vacant  —  they  were  already  dazed. Sakuya  assumed  they'd  taken  far  more  this  time  than  he'd  thought.  Not  that  he  cared.

❛  I  knew  you'd  come  back,  ❜  he  said  gently.  Now  he  sat  beside  them  on  the  floor,  his  back  against  the  wall,  watching  the  other.  Even  as  Sakuya  felt  numb  and  yielding  from  the  blood  loss,  he  still  meticulously  watched  everything.  ❛  I  meant  it,  ❜  he  added  quietly.  ❛  I  won't  hurt  you  tonight.  ❜

Tonight.

❛  But  don't  mistake  that  for  mercy,  ❜  Sakuya  hummed,  satisfied,  exhausted,  and  dangerous  all  at  once.  ❛  It's  just...  good  pain  makes  me  generous.  ❜

[sacredincision]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @ichorkind

The  place  hadn't  heard  prayers  in  ages.  Only  the  stale  smell  of  incense  hung  in  the  air,  along  with  the  creaks  of  old  wood  slowly  succumbing  to  time.  The  blonde  sat  on  the  stairs  beneath  the  broken  hongsalmun  as  the  rain  washed  over  him.  He  wasn't  alone  —  a  group  of  Hunters  stood  before  him.  Hunters  who  owed  him  a  favor. They  thought  this  was  a  contract  born  of  fear,  and  Sakuya  let  them  believe  it. 

❛  There  is  a  vampire,  ❜  he  said  at  last,  his  voice  smooth.  ❛  Young-soo.  They  shelter  a  coven  not  far  from  here.  They  protect  them,  love  them…❜  His  mouth  curved.  ❛  I  want  to  know  how  far  that  devotion  goes.  ❜  He  stood  up  and  stepped  closer,  close  enough  that  one  of  the  Hunters  swallowed  hard.  ❛  You  aren't  allowed  to  slaughter  the  coven.  You  threaten  it,  corner  it.  Make  them  choose.  Push  them  until  instinct  outweighs  mercy…  until  the  monster  reveals  itself.  ❜

 This  will  be  wonderful, 

delicious even!

Sakuya  could  no  longer  contain  his  joy  which  sparked  in  his  mismatched  eyes.  The  rain  grew  heavier  by  now,  sounding  like  a  countdown.  ❛  This  isn’t  about  their  death,  ❜  Sakuya  continued  softly.  ❛  It’s  about  proving  a  point…  to  them,  the coven,  and  me.  ❜  He  straightened,  turning  away  as  if  the  matter  were  already  settled.  ❛  If  he  tears  you  apart  to  protect  his  own,  then  my  point  is  made.  I  will  watch  you  all,  and  if  I  see  one  of  you  killing  one  of  them…❜  Sakuya  lifted  a  finger  in  front  of  one  of  the  hunters.  ❛  Death  will  be  the  best  thing  that  awaits  you.  Now  go.  ❜

Those  were  his  last  words  as  his  mismatched  eyes  followed  the  hunters  as  they  disappeared  into  the  darkness.  Then,  it  was  Sakuya  who  set  off.

 It  wouldn’t  take  long  before  Young-Soo  would  feel  Sakuya’s  dissatisfaction.

[sacredincision]

HE‘S beautiful in the way PORCELAIN DOLLS are [ … ]

[ … ] but touch him wrong and you’ll find your throat OPENED LIKE A GIFT.

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[sacredincision]

OOC. As soon as I have more motivation & time, I‘ll do an overhaul on this blog AND of course reply.. hoping it won’t be too much of a fail. Feel free to send in prompts anyway!

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[ichorkindmoved]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤClick. HE WAS STUCK. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAt least, until he sobered up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThat familiar sting of tears returns.

Eyes trail, as the other drifts to the corner, grip iron-clad 'round bat. He squirms in place, discomfort only growing. He wasn't stupid. BUT, LIKE THIS, WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO ? Gaze shifts and darts ; just the door. The window that allowed some means of light to spill in was darkened out ( that was, perhaps, the only bit of luck he'd stumble into, ) but just as the other said ; it didn't matter. For daylight was upon them, and even with his speed, the UV WOULD SCORCH HIM WORSE THAN ANY FIRE.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe speaks, too, as if Young - Soo, had intended for all of this. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs if he selected tonight, just to get under the others' skin.

He did what he could to step away, but that too, was futile in such a small room. Wood connects with his knees, and Young - Soo buckles, arms quick to catch himself. Jaw clenches, and he swallows around something ragged, and horrid, and pained. Lower lip that's trapped between rows of teeth ultimately bleeds, from the force it takes not to scream. The tears come, and he'll forgive them this time.

Sickening sound of bones, cracking 'neath force bounces 'round his skull, it's vile, it hurts. He exhales, at last, unsteady, forcing himself to sit back in a way that didn't utilize his knees. If he was fortunate, they'd heal within a couple of hours, BUT THAT LEFT HIM HERE, STILL.

❝ You don't have to do this, ❞ He trembles softly, voice strained, ❝ I wasn't going to hurt you ─ I just want to go home. ❞ Fingers raise, rattled as he wipes his blood from his lips. The moment, night fell, he was leaving. He had to. A human couldn't match his speed - freakish, or otherwise, that they may be - but he'd have to avoid home. For now ; he was pained, exhausted. Healing.

[sacredincision]

The  cracking  of  bones  echoed  through  the  basement  as  he  slammed  the  baseball  bat  into  Young-Soo's  knee  with  full  force.  Over  and  over  again  until  he  knew  they  were  truly  broken  —  for  a  long  time,  he  thought  since  he  was  unaware  of  this  ability.

Sakuya's  crooked  smile  widened,  and  a  hint  of  amusement  flickered  across  his  differently  colored  eyes.  Slowly,  he  leaned  forward  slightly  to  bring  his  face  closer  to  Young-Soo's,  letting  the  silence  become  palpable.  ❝  You  know,  Pain  is...  revealing.  It  tells  me  who  you  are,  what  you  can  take,  how  easily  you  break,  and  you...  you're  very...  interesting!  I  don't  just  hit  to  hurt.  ❞  Sakuya's  hand  slid  to  the  bat  and  turned  it  absently in   his  hand.  ❝  No,  this...  ❞  He  tapped  his  shoulder  lightly  with  the  bat,  ❝..is  preparation.  You'll  need  it.  ❞  You'll  need  your  last  bit  of  strength,  because  I  don't  stop  at  knees  —  now  that  I'm  curious,  very  curious  indeed,  just  how  much  a  vampire  can  endure.  ❞

 He  inclined  his  head,  and  his  words  held  a  hint  of  feigned  pity.  ❝  You  want  to  go  home?  You  could  eventually…  but  first  you  have  to  survive  the  day.  And  survival,  little  vampire,  comes  at  a  price.  ❞

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LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL PROMPTS.

things that can be said during a late night call. some lighthearted , some more serious. a prompt for every occasion! trigger warning for cursing. change pronouns when necessary.

❛ I hope I didn't wake you. ❜

❛ Hello ? Can you hear me ? ❜

❛ It's late, I know, I just wanted to get this off my chest. ❜

❛ I'm really fucking tired of this. ❜

❛ Is this a bad time ? I can call back later. ❜

❛ Please, I just need you to be honest with me. ❜

❛ C'mon, I won't tell anyone. ❜

❛ .. No, I'm pretty sure that's not how that works. ❜

❛ I'll be right there. ❜

❛ No, it's okay. You didn't wake me. ❜

❛ Can this wait ? I haven't gotten any sleep. ❜

❛ Bullshit. I know you better than that. ❜

❛ What do you mean by that, exactly ? ❜

❛ Can you speak up ? I can hardly hear you. ❜

❛ You sound exhausted. ❜

❛ This sounds like something you might regret telling me tomorrow. ❜

❛ I'm not tired. ❜

❛ I think you may be overthinking this just a little bit. ❜

❛ There's nothing to worry about ! ❜

❛ Can I come over ? I just really don't want to be alone right now. ❜

❛ Promise me you won't tell a single soul what I'm about to say. ❜

❛ Shit. My phone's about to die. ❜

❛ You know that I miss you, right ? ❜

❛ Go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You've got to listen to me. ❜

❛ This can't wait. It's important. ❜

❛ I don't think I follow. ❜

❛ Man, you're not making any sense. ❜

❛ Are you even listening to me ? ❜

❛ Dude.. I never even thought of it that way before. ❜

❛ Look outside right now. Right now !! ❜

❛ Hm. I don't like the sound of that. ❜

❛ Just trust me ! ❜

❛ I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. ❜

❛ You're really starting to worry me. ❜

❛ He's nothing ! ❜

❛ I don't think this is working out. ❜

❛ Be serious. ❜

❛ That's not funny. ❜

❛ I'm not joking ! ❜

[harpyiiae]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRound, once ; twice. He does circle, like something hungry ; ㅤㅤㅤA buzzard, called to a carcass, fresh. Only, her flesh was breathing still.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe settles, at last.

There is a shift, in her posture, tail fanning out at her back. She looks to him, as he speaks, and the warm little laugh that leaves her, cannot be helped. Strange, was always used to describe her ; both here, in the World of Men, and at home, in Otraybia. She did her best, to stave it off, but it enveloped her like a cloak. Was familiar, like an old friend. ❝ ... I suppose I am, aren't I ? ❞ Was that not, part of her charm ?

Gaze settles at her claws, before a set shifts and pushes cascade of dark hair over a pelt - sheltered shoulder. She's silent, allowing him his thoughts - wonderings, out loud. BRAVE, OR BROKEN ... she does not dare, to clarify which. Only a rounded, warm laugh. Ever soft, was her voice, as if she could not speak loudly. ( For, if she did, the harm he'd find is IMMEASURABLE. )

❝ ... Had you wished to harm me, you would have. You don't hesitate ; you never have. You think, certainly, but ... once your sight falls upon who you desire, you don't really stop, do you ? ❞ Her eyes would shift, settling 'pon his figure instead of the sharp of flesh -shredding claws. ❝ Sakuya ... ❞ It's repeated with the sort of intimacy, a loved one is given. An adoration, that knew no bound.

Inhale is deep, as her eyes fall closed. She's still a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, grounding herself. It was never, NEVER, an entire picture ; shreds, of different hours, days, months. Comings and goings, details that were not of grave importance. The way he smiled, the way he moved, lithe and lean. For the first time, does her smile falter, ears lowering, only slightly. It is not fear, but something of her own growing frustration.

❝ ... Bits of you. Things you'd not open up so easily about, I think ... Your habits, your ... duties, that you take upon yourself. ❞ Her eyes begin to grow softer, opened once more. ❝ But you don't really derive pleasure from coin. It's a means to an end, a way to feed and clothe and survive, true ... You've felled monsters worse than I, and felt nothing of terror while doing so ... It's ... admirable, if not a bit scary, itself. But, I've wondered, in those brief moments I've seen you, and you've not seen me ... Do you feel happiness at all ? ❞

[sacredincision]

His  head  tilted  slightly  like  an  animal  listening  for  something  buried  beneath  the  ground.  Then,  a  slow  breath  left  him  before  a  quiet,  rasped  laugh  escaped  him  which  was  almost  embarrassing  in  it’s  wrongness.  ❛  …Happiness,  ❜  he  repeated,  testing  it  the  way  he  had  her  name.  His  fingers  rolled  to  the  hilt  of  the  blade  where  it  rested  between  his  legs,  which  was  more  a  comforting  thing  to  him. 

❛  People  always  ask  the  strangest  things  when  they  realize  I  won’t  kill  them.  ❜,  he  began  amused  but  carefully  unguarded  in  a  way  that  might  have  been  accidental,  yet  it  was  very  rare  for  him.  Celeste  probably  had  a  way  about  her  that  made  you  automatically  feel  that  way,  and  even  someone  like  Sakuya  got  it.  ❛  Coin  bores  me,  fear  bores  me  faster.  while  monsters…are  just  puzzles  that  scream.  ❜,  he  mumbled,  mostly  to  himself  than  to  her.  ❛  But  happiness?  ❜  He  slowly  leaned  back,  his  hands  supporting  him  behind  his  back  as  his  gaze  drifted  to  the  sky  again,  as  if  he  saw  the  answer  in  the  stars.  Happiness  was  a  word  he  didn't  know,  didn't  feel.  So,  what  was  happiness  to  him  then?

 ❛  I  think  happiness  is  what  people  call  the  warmth  right  before  it  hurts,  ❜ he  murmured,  reflecting  on  how  the  feeling  had  been  described  to  him  over  the  years. 

A  pause  followed,  albeit  a  brief  one.  ❛  If  that’s  true…  then  yes.  I  feel  it  all  the  time.  ❜  His  mismatched  eyes  returned  to  her.  ❛  You  watch  me  like  you’re  waiting  for  me  to  contradict  myself,  little  bird.  As  if  you  want  me  to  be  wounded  in  a  way  you  can  touch.  ❜  A  faint,  crooked  grin  surfaced.  ❛  Does  it  disappoint  you  that  I’m  not?  ❜

 Silence.

Sakuya  looked  up  at  the  sky  again  as  he  thought.  ❛  You  see  some  fragments  of  me  and  call  it  insight,  while  I  look  at  you  and  see  some  kind  of  god  who  pretends  she's  harmless…  We  both  lie  beautifully.  ❜  His  gaze  shifted  to  Celeste,  then  to  her  lowered  ears.  Sakuya  let  the  silence  linger  long  enough  for  a  full  stop.  Finally,  he  leaned  forward  again,  brushing  his  earth-covered  hands  on  his  legs  before  turning  completely  to  face  her.  ❛  So  let  me  be  the  one  to  be  curious  now.  ❜,  he  began  again  in  a  dipped  voice.  ❛  When  you  look  at  me…  are  you  hoping  to  save  me  or  to  understand  why  I  don't  want  to  be?  ❜

[sacredincision]

FROM HERE. @mischieflawed

As  he  watched  Stiles,  Sakuya  couldn't  help  but  grin  more  and  more.  Of  course,  the  blond  man  also  noticed  how  much  Stiles  was  lying  and  how  restless  he  was  inside.  Even  though  Sakuya  didn't  know  him,  he  was  too  good  at  observing  and  reading  people. 

He  slowly  tilted  his  head  to  the  side,  his  two  differently  colored  eyes  looking  at  him  with  amusement.  ❛  Mm…  ‘buddy,’  ❜  he  repeated  lightly,  almost  fondly.  ❛  You  lie  the  way  scared  people  do,  you  know  that?  Stiff  shoulders,  locked,  ocked  arms,  and  a  sharp  jaw,  ❜  Sakuya  explained,  a  chuckle  escaping  his  throat.  His  finger  lifted  to  hover  just  shyly  of  Stiles's  chest  without  touching  it.  ❛  Relax.  If  I  wanted  to…  install…  anything  in  you,  you’d  already  be  on  the  floor  reconsidering  your  life  choices.  ❜

His  grin  widened  until  he  heard  Stiles'  next  words—  then  he  couldn't  help  but  burst  into  a  breathy  laugh.  ❛  I'm  not  done  wasting  your  time...  but  tell  me,  do  you  always  talk  this  boldly  even  though  your  pulse  is  racing?  ❜

[analogfriendmoved]

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe speaks. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIs he afraid ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDOES HE KNOW FEAR ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTheir gazes, meet. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe seems to bristle. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It lingers, there. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNot a threat ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAn assurance. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A PROMISE.

Its' head cants, too far, TOO SHARP, to the left, a sickening CRACK sounding into the air ; as if something, somewhere in it, had broken. A mirror, of the others' own actions, a perverse reflection of what would lie beneath the skin. MONSTER, MONSTER, MONSTER. Its' hand lowers to its' side, eyes glinting and glowing in lowlight. This one was interesting. The eyes, were notable, two colors, distinct. ISAAK HADN'T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT, BEFORE.

Its' ears wiggle, up, down ; a pleased sort of expression, that glitters in its' gaze. Smile, had been no tell of its' disposition, NO, it never faltered, and only grew. A step ; another, to follow. Laughter, that once echoed, seems to subside into a DRONING BUZZ, too insect- like to come from anything human. It was something, of curiosity. Distance, between them begins to close, step by lumbering step.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ HE - HE - HELLO ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIS ANYBODY H - H - HOME ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe voice, stolen, a womans' own. Laden in heavy static.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ N - N - NERVOUS - US - US ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWELL YOU DON'T KNOW ██ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBUT █ KNOW YOU ...

It's upon him, in no time at all, towering o'er a height, MEAGER in comparison. Slowly, do its' knees bend, popping and creaking all the while. Pupils grow, the swallow a sea of white 'round them, until eyes are nearly black - blotted OUT. It does not touch him. It does not snap its' jaws. It merely WATCHES.

@sacredincision || from : here

[sacredincision]

Sakuya's  body  tensed,  subtly  yet  undeniably.  Every  instinct  screamed  at  him  to  move,  to  strike,  to  do  something,  yet  his  mind  refused  to  accept  this…  presence.  ❛…Hmm.  ❜  His  voice  was  low  as  he  shifted  his  weight.  ❛  You…  are  lingering  far  too  long.  ❜

His  differently  colored  eyes  darted  toward  the  creature,  narrowing  just  enough  to  reveal  the  unease  he  couldn't  quite  conceal.  ❛  And  yet…  you  don't  attack.  That…  worries  me.  ❜  A  sharp,  unnatural  creak  sounded  from  somewhere,  and  instinctively  he  tilted  his  head  to  follow  the  source,  his  jaw  tensing.  It  felt  as  if  the  creature's  gaze  pierced  through  him,  making  Sakuya's  fingers  twitch  —  a  barely  perceptible  tremor  that  betrayed  his  self-control.  ❛  You…  are  wrong..  There’s  something  wrong  with  you.  ❜

Nevertheless,  he  forced  himself  into  a  relaxed  posture,  even  though  his  shoulders  were  still  tense.  ❛  I…  don’t  cope  well  with  things  I  can’t  name.  ❜  His  lips  were  pressed  into  a  thin  line.  It  almost  seemed  as  if  he  were  talking  to  himself.  ❛…Move…stay.  I  don’t  care  what,  but…don’t  linger.  ❜

[thunderousmemes]

MIDNIGHT TEETH & MOONLIT FANGS (starters inspired by vampires, werewolves, and the trouble they cause under a hungry sky)

BLOOD ON THE BREEZE - first encounters, sharp instincts, and that feeling of being watched

“You should’ve kept walking… no one sane wanders into my territory after dark.”

“Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”

“Your heartbeat—why is it doing that? Am I frightening you… or something else?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who followed the tracks.”

“You smell strange… familiar. What are you?”

“That’s close enough. I haven’t decided if you’re prey or problem yet.”

FANGS & FIRELIGHT - forced proximity, unlikely alliances, hunting partners who don’t trust each other

“Sit. If we’re going to survive until sunrise, we share the fire.”

“Don’t bare your teeth at me—save it for whatever’s stalking us from the treeline.”

“I don’t need your help. …Fine. Maybe I do.”

“You tracked me? Bold. Stupid, but bold.”

“If you turn on me, I’ll put you down. But until then… we fight together.”

“Stop growling. I’m not your enemy—not tonight.”

THE HUNT & THE HEAT - tension during the chase, breathless moments where instincts take over

“Don’t run. If you run, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“You keep staring at my teeth like you want me to bite you.”

“Shift back. I can’t understand you when you’re snarling.”

“Did you… track me by scent? That’s—oddly flattering.”

“If you’re going to pin me to the ground, at least tell me why.”

“You shouldn’t have followed me into the woods. I lose control out here.”

MOONSTRUCK CONFESSIONS - soft nights, quiet truths, unexpected vulnerability

“Your heartbeat calms me. I haven’t felt that in centuries.”

“I didn’t think I could trust anyone again… until you.”

“You’re warm. I forget what that feels like.”

“When you look at me, the hunger stops hurting.”

“You smell like winter—cold, steady, honest. It suits you.”

“Stay tonight. I don’t want to be alone with the moon again.”

BLOOD, BITE, & BODY HEAT - dangerously close, charged, intimate tension that blurs the line between threat and desire

“If you want me to stop, say it. Otherwise… don’t flinch when I lean in.”

“Your pulse is racing. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose every shred of restraint.”

“You don’t understand what you’re asking for. My bite isn’t gentle.”

“Hold still… let me taste you.”

“You’re trembling. That’s either bravery or foolishness.”

“Careful. If I mark you, every creature in these woods will know you’re mine.”

CLAWS IN THE DOORWAY - domestic chaos between supernatural rivals, roommates, or neighbors

“Did you just track mud—actual mud—through my house?”

“Don’t touch that. It’s wolfsbane. It won’t kill you but it’ll ruin my night.”

“You drank my blood bag again, didn’t you?”

“No howling inside. My neighbors complained.”

“Stop scratching the furniture—shift back if you need something to do with your hands.”

“You snore louder in wolf form than human form.”

NIGHT WARS & TRUCE TALKS - rival clans, uneasy truces, old grudges resurfacing

“I should hate you. I don’t. That’s the problem.”

“Your pack would tear me apart if they knew I was here.”

“Don’t mistake this alliance for affection. …Though I won’t deny the latter exists.”

“If we get caught together, we’re both dead.”

“You came alone? Either you’re brave, or you trust me far too much.”

“Call off your wolves or I walk away. And if I walk away… you won’t see me again.”

STAR-COLD BLOOD & WARM-BONED WOLVES - supernatural contrast, opposites-attract, warm vs. cold tension

“Your skin’s freezing. Come here—my coat’s big enough for both of us.”

“You run hot. It’s distracting.”

“You’re shivering. Drink from me.”

“You smell of pine and snow. It’s maddening.”

“Warmth is wasted on humans. Yet here you are, offering it freely.”

“Stop pretending you don’t like when I lean close.”

THE BITE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING - accidental turning, forbidden bites, desperate moments

“I didn’t mean to bite you—I lost control.”

“Your blood… it tastes wrong. Different. Powerful.”

“You’re changing. I can hear it in your heartbeat.”

“Look at me. Breathe. I’m not leaving you through this.”

“If you survive the night, you’ll never be the same.”

“Let me help you through the first shift. I won’t let you break.”