supernaturals

multimuse. semi-selective. roleplay only.

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sanguerosas‌:

He had exepected to see a scene like this when he had opted to travel by train in the wee hours of the night  —   the last train for the night.  But then it’s not Lancelot had any choice with this matter.  Arthur in all his damnable eccentricities ,  stowed away to some rural town that Lancelot couldn’t recall the name of.  And of course being the Sanguerosa’s sworn right hand man and bodyguard he had to follow and make sure that the younger hand not gotten himself into trouble.  But lo and behold , the moment he stepped foot at Arthur’s supposed whereabouts,  a call from Sanguerosa informed him that the heir was not there afterall.  Lancelot had to take a deep breath and count down from ten to one.  

Letting out a resigned sigh,  the mafioso walked into the nearly desserted train  ,   a bag slung over his shoulder his train ticket on another hand.  At least he would be able to travel back home in peace.  While he was still pissed with his brother ,  the relief that he felt knowing that the latter was safe and within the famiglia’s reach was stronger.  But that won’t stop him from hitting Arthur on the head when they see each other again.  

Walking into the cabin where his seat was  ,   Lancelot idly noticed the lack of other passengers.  Again  ,   he didn’t mind  —  it was expected after all  ,   but the paranoid part of his screamed at his head to be cautious like a deranged banshee.  He shook his head from the thoughts and slid his cabin door effortlessly.  Dark hues widened for a fraction at the unexpected presence inside.  Looks like he wasn’t the only occupant of the cabin after all.  

He didn’t say anything and just promptly entered.   His tall frame loomed over the woman’s seated form before he sat himself on the other vacant seat.   He didn’t say anything to answer her question  ,   instead he leans back with a soft sigh his eyes fluttering close.   A brief moment passed before Lancelot opened his eyes once again and leveled the woman a passive yet steely look.  

                    ❝  I prefer it since I paid for it.  But it looks like you’re comfortable there.  ❞

          One thing she did dread was an awkward interaction and if she could help it, she would try her best to stray away from it. Whether it was ignoring it completely or trying to mend the situation herself. At least this would begin as some sort of icebreaker for the rest of their trip. So with arms stretched out in front of her, the woman sinks into her seat. Taking note of what seemed like annoyance of the stranger, the succubus glances up for a second before parting her lips to speak. “So you don’t mind.” She confirms out loud more for herself than anything else. 

          Running her fingers through her hair, she tucks a few strands away from her face as her head turns to look at him. Her digits still linger around her ear, pondering for a moment on how to address the situation. “Sorry though,” Tai begins before tucking her hands into her lap. “I really didn’t think anyone else would be boarding the train so late at night. I guess I was wrong.” The woman shrugged before completely turning to face him. “Where you coming from so late by the way?” Not that she really cared, but if they were going to be stuck in the same cart for god knows how long, she might as well spark up some conversation. Maybe it was business, or something more sinister. Hours like this were such a ripe time to find stuff like this out, and since only the two them existed at that moment, what did they really have to lose? The likeliness of them seeing each other again: nonexistent. Afterall, Korea was such a large country that meeting again was 1 out of 52 million. She wasn’t worried.

         Hell, even if she did have something to worry about she found herself more likely to deal with a situation than to run from it. She’d learned that there was nothing to fear when you didn’t see things as threats. Tai had learned not to care about consequences and let instinct take over. It was a rarity, and she didn’t see anything going sour, but it always sat in the back of her head as an easy exit. “I’m Tai by the way.”

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for @obscvrite​

         “Donghan, I’ve only found the slippery elm bark. Did you run out of everything else?” The siren askes, making her way to the front of the store with two jars full of the ingredient. There weren’t many places already that she could find as a reliable source to find the items to make her skin cream. Often they were way too overpriced or they just simply wouldn’t sell it to her without a license. So when she had found this shop on a rainy day and a week of untreated scaly skin, Hyejin found the warlocks shop to be a god sent. It was obviously much easier to live where she truly belonged but with a life on land, she had grown more attached than she would’ve liked. If only she had been born in the water, maybe her curiosity would’ve never let her leave the sea. 

         Shaking the thoughts aside, Hyejin rests her elbows on the front counter and rolls up her sleeve to reveal a forearm painted with irritated skin and patches of dry, teal scales.

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demonform‌:

it isn’t often that this particular professor doesn’t show up to class; never even late, if skull recalls correctly. as the fateful 10-minute rule does approach according to the clock on the wall, he gets more antsy, fidgeting as his dark eyes scanned the room. none of his classmates can measure up to the level of attraction he feels for their very own professor, and just as that thought comes to him, it is interrupted by said professor coming through the door just before the first ten minutes of class are up. he sighs as he opens his book, more frustrated with the groans of the students surrounding him than the fact he has to stick around for class. honestly — an hour looking at her makes it worth it.

at her instruction, he looks at each of the group of students in desks around him, clearly too afraid or too shy to speak up. skull has no such issue. “romanticism is all about emotion. an exercise of the creative imagination.” he loudly announces to anyone who will listen. “realism,” he continues, resting an arm on his desk casually, “is concerned with portraying the subject as is, with photographic precision.” he glances up to his teacher, smirking, knowing his answer is completely accurate. his smirk grows when she confirms and expresses to the class that he is correct. as a delicate hand rests on his shoulder, he shifts in his seat, an uncomfortable, but not unwelcome, feeling coursing through him. his gaze meets hers, and suddenly a shiver hits him. that’s odd.

she walks toward the front of the class again and suddenly her skirt is hiking up and he’s spaced out with thoughts of all the things he wants to do to her. he blinks a few times after she dismisses the class and gathers his books. that’s when she tells him to see her after class. well, it isn’t the first time what’s inevitable has happened with a professor, and surely, hopefully with her, it won’t be the last. his smirk returns as he nods and shoves his belongings into his messenger bag. students file out, and he waits for the last one to leave before going to shut the door.

“you wanted to see me?” he poses, walking back to her desk with an arched brow. “what’s this about, professor?”

        Once the class is dismissed, her students all seem to be in a rush to leave. No dire questions needed to be asked, no lingering in their seats as they pack up, simply a one-way exit out of the door. Not that she necessarily minded though, her mind only focused on a particular student. It was unfortunate how poorly many spoke of him considering how well spoken he was. He seemed to be well versed in all subjects; both academically and socially. Who knew what skills he possessed outside of that. Truthfully, she was hoping he was willing enough to let her find out. In fact, she sure he was as the professor found it amusing as he took the liberty to even close the door behind the last student. Then he proceeded to inquire as to be oblivious of her intentions.

        They both knew he was smarter than that.

        “Is that really a question or are you playing dumb?” She askes instead, resting a hand on the desk as she shifts her weight onto it. Between the both of their very promiscuous reputations, a meeting like this was quite inevitable. Sure she could’ve been more discreet about it, but what did she have to hide? It wasn’t that her reputation had been tarnished, simply embellished. Regardless, it really would’ve been a shame if the entire student body didn’t have the slightest inkling of their little rendezvous. It was practically a match made in heaven or rather, a much more desirable hell.

         As he strolled over towards her, Tai’s eyes can’t help but allow her eyes to observe his frame. They wander up and down, taking in details into her mind as if they really mattered in the long run. She knew the likelihood of this happening again was slim, many of her victims were always tossed to the side. Sex got boring when it became repetitive, and she did not like being stuck in a routine. A grin is painted on her face as slender fingers find themselves wrapped around and tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt, ultimately lessening the space between the two. The hand that rested on the table now retreated to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. And just with a touch, her eyes are overcome with that familiar hue of red as a familiar feeling of pleasure runs from her body to his. 

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for @nvpch

         Sunday morning. 7 o’clock in the morning. A local swimming pool.

         The siren had swum for an hour straight, back and forth along the lanes dividers. She was there almost every morning. Even in the middle of winter when no one really had an interest in the water, but she did. She would always have an interest in the water. It was a home away from home after all. There was nothing better than getting wet without the pain of transformation between land and sea. Oh, but how did she yearn to live in the depths of the ocean; wishing to explore a world unknown. Maybe down there did exist kingdoms and entire civilizations. She wouldn’t know though. She’d never truly been down there. 

          But there was always someone who seemed to love the water just as much as she did. They never really spoke except for the occasional hello, goodbye, and sometimes a spontaneous question about a tattoo. But that was it. Hyejin kept to herself and the other swimmer seemed to respect that but after an unusual absence from the pool, the stranger progressed the conversation further than she expected. ‘How come you were gone? You left me to swim all alone.’

          “E-Eh?” The siren turned to her right as she tucked hair away from her face, “I had to be at work earlier than usual. Why?” 

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"Disgusting."

DARK SENTENCE STARTERS   found: here | status: accepting?

         Gwansun found herself to be quite short with those she began to interact with. Even more so now that she was spending her early morning at some auto repair shop to get her vehicle fixed. The designer had busted a tire from some miscellaneous pothole on the road, and without a spare car sitting in her garage, it left her stuck waiting around before she could truly start her day. With gently pursed lips, she tapped away on her phone with crossed legs as the different variations of a whirring sound filled the air. It was unlike her to not be so attentive to her surroundings but it became difficult in a place like this as metals crashed into each other and sparks flew into the air. 

        Tossing her hair past her shoulder, the muse stood up to receive her keys from the mechanic but before she could even reach for her own property she was met with a single word. Disgusting, she reiterated the term in her own head. A gentle scoff leaves her lips as her eyes briefly glance at the ground before meeting eyes with the man before her. “Is there anything else you want to tell me? That you hate my kind as well?” Oh, how powerful could they be if only their kind had just figured out how to get along. “I’m afraid the feelings mutual.”

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detniat‌:

hana isn’t someone who was quite fearful of many things, due to the traumatic events that occurred through out her twenty three years of living. but something about the sound of thunder clashing into the surface is similar to how demons would try and crawl into your mouth to possess you ( that’s how she imagines it. ) it’s terrifying, she flinches and the sound of her child crying loudly adds nothing but anxiety through her head. she doesn’t know who to go to, everyone must be sleeping effortlessly by now and she tries to ease hikari within her arms, reassuring soft words releasing through her lips exhaustedly. 

and her power is out, darkness is nothing but it makes her sing a little more louder than usual. playing scenarios in her head that makes her really uptight to where she has to call someone. who other than someone who has her life together unlike herself. there’s no hesitation now, she needs someone here besides her more than ever. if she’s tense, her child is feeling those exact emotions too. 

“tai, help. i’m dyin’ here.” childish whines, the older won’t take her seriously so she pulls herself together by force in order to give a better reasoning. “it’s terrible out here, the power shut out. and god, can you hear her?” the crying comes to life on and off, as a mother through out the past year and a half by now she’s grown accustom to it. the damn thunder and noises scratching through her window isn’t helping at all. 

she’s more than relieved to know that someone dependent is going to be here for her. twenty minutes though; hana questions what she’s going to do at this point and she ends up settling back into the couch with her child tucked into her dainty arms, watching old footage of cartoons because it fascinates her just as much.

          Never the type to run to the rescue of others, Tai found herself surprisingly melting into that role for Hana. On her way, the professor stopped to pick up a couple of samgak kimbap to share with the stressed musician in an attempt to comfort her. It was something the older woman always found herself feasting on when she felt particularly upset and she figured bringing it to the other might just do the same. So with a bag in hand, she found herself running through the rain and to the front door of Hanas home.

          Once the door opened, she was met with a much less frantic mother and a still very uncomfortable child in her arms. Almost as a peace offering, the woman lifted her arm with the bag full of goodies before taking the woman into her arms with a warm embrace. “I’m glad you haven’t managed to go insane in twenty minutes. Anything you need, I’m here.” She nodded firmly, a sympathetic smile on her face as she closes the door behind her. Setting the items down as she navigates through the mostly dark home, her paths dimly lit by the flicker of the television. 

          “Here, let me.” Tai offered even though she wasn’t exactly the fondest of children. There was always a specific age when they were the sweetest and outside of that, they were quite terrible. Nonetheless, her body grew heavy with the weight of another human hugged against her body, pointing around with a chin as she quietly suggested for the mother to find some candles to light. It took time for the professor to get the gist of what it took to calm a child down, but with a combination of rocking, a few bounces (and maybe a little succubus remedy to calm Hikari) she would eventually find the cries to grow into quiet whimpers. Their emotions were back and forth, one unfavorable move could stir up a storm from this little one who now seemed to rest quietly in her arms. 

         As she paced back and forth with that familiar bounce, she followed in Hana’s footsteps and pointed with her chin once more, motioning for her to eat. “It’s not much, but it’s something.” Tai shrugs, her lips pursed as she glances down at the child in her arms. “How are you feeling?”

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ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴇɪɴs. ɪᴛ ʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏɴ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ – sᴘᴏᴛʟᴇss. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇs ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ –                                                                                                                                             ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ??

( literate. 18+ and selective. ↺ for a friend. ♡ for a starter. )

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malvdo:

His watch remains stagnant as the silence around them becomes suffocating. His fingers curl into a fist as eyes continue to bore into the woman before him. The confidence that oozes from her pores has always been evident even when they were kids. Something about the way she stood with chin held high, shoulders taut that made him want to break her more. Oh how warm her heart would beat against his palm, flesh against flesh if he were to tear it out of her right then and there. With lips pressed together into a thin line, he waited for another dismissal of his remark. Something he’s grown used to with Tai. Always close, but never close enough. Similar to the way he built his walls around him.

It’s when her fingers graze against his cheek does he arch a brow. He’s never been too fond of touch unless initiated by himself, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he takes a step forward to assert his dominance, regret washing over him the minute brown irises begin to melt away to reveal a shade inhuman and utterly terrifying. The colour fades as quick as it comes, her words ringing against empty eardrums. He can feel his heart pounding against his rib cage and it’s only then that he realizes his ego has always been too big. Youngjae had never had the pleasure of meeting another supernatural, and arrogance had led him to believe that they didn’t roam the Earth much like himself. It had made him feel special. Disbelief molds his features and with a cock of his head, the second hand on his watch begins to spin backwards. It only takes a millisecond ( what feels like an eternity ) for him to rewind time, only to freeze them in their spot. To freeze them where shock had hit him first allowing him to stare at her bright crimson gaze for a longer period of time.

Taking a step away from her, all the while keeping her conscious yet paralyzed, he can’t help but gawk at the frozen woman before him. He leans forward, the tip of his nose only inches away from hers. He can see his reflection in her hues, shock turned to fear turned to wonder. “What are you, Tai?” Knowing that she can’t respond due to his time manipulation, he begins to circle around her, eyes taking in every nook and cranny. A specimen under his microscope for as long as he wants. Coming back to stand in front of her, he lets time resume so the day can continue and his questions can be answered. “Sorry,” Is all he spits out for putting her under his power for a short period of time. Youngjae knows just how uncomfortable it can be to see but be left immobile.

“Now tell me – what the fuck was that?”

She expected things to be much simpler. For Youngjae to not think twice about it, to take her truth just as she took his. With satisfaction. But she realized it was much different being in her position than it was being in his. She knew he was different. She understood that many people were. It seemed to be different for her friend though, always holding himself to a higher prestige than the rest of the world. Surely he believed he was unique, and anyone else who’ve witnessed his abilities must’ve reacted very, very differently than she did. There was no reason to overreact, it was either she managed to squeeze the truth out of him or secrets would remain to their respective owners. Suppose her utter acceptance wasn’t what he wanted, maybe he wanted to instill fear but she wasn’t scared.

But it was when she was unable to move did she find herself terrified. It was a feeling equated to sleep paralysis, the ability to see...to hear, but not move. For only a minute or so it’s a constant battle of her body fighting with an outside source she knows is unbeatable. His question echoes in her ears, watching as he circles around her as if some medical subject of his. She wasn’t for display. Finally, when time had returned to what she had been so used to seeing, she stumbles a bit from trying too hard to move before. With eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, the woman pats down her shirt as she reaches out to push him. Quickly closing the distance between the childhood friends, a pointed finger lands only a few feet away from his face as anger boils within her. “You do not get to do that. Ever.” 

Admittedly, she hated that he had this ability over her. It was malleable like metal, bent in any way to benefit him most. It was frustrating that always—in this way at least—he held more power over her than she liked. Now as for what she was, she found herself searching through her own thoughts. “What would you call yourself?” She asked, hoping it would give her some guidance as to what she herself would say. Something about blurting out the term succubus felt wrong as if she was the only person who was supposed to really know. But calling herself a sex demon felt more derogatory, especially in Korea. Even from her own outside experience in her curations did she understand how uncomfortable the citizens became at the idea of sex, let alone needing it to survive. 

“Most are familiar with the term succubus, but I’m sure there are different aliases floating around the world. Sound familiar? Don’t worry, I won’t seduce you.” 

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tvicha → setria

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tag dump!

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❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 is the 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of all colors to exist, such 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐲 and 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 the human eyes can only perceive as 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. The 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 was like the 𝐬 𝐧 𝐨 𝐰, and as it reflected color and illuminated the darkest corners of the forest his 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 nature unveiled itself, the inside where no 𝐦𝐚𝐧 bothered to look or dare attempt to. For many, the truth is 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲. ❞

                                  ㅡ  Little 𝓡𝓮𝓭 Riding Hood

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tvicha → setria

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              ❝ magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe ー the stars sighed in unison ❞   。 follow ,  ↻  reblog , ♡  like

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hello everyone! i noticed that tons of people make posts varying from plot ideas, promos, and even small questions! unfortunately, i know those posts don’t get to everyone and sometimes people just aren’t online all at once so we’ve made a server! i always enjoy servers because it brings a group of people together in such a convenient place, so i was in quick kahoots with @demonform to bring this lovely home for y’all!

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gwyynbleidd:

          Great. She couldn’t just give him a simple glare or offer a curt warning on his way out? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hand tightly gripping the strap of his backpack as he remained behind the small table top of the desk. A heavy sigh pulled his shoulders down, the small lecture putting him in an almost desperate position to leave by any means possible. Her reaction was completely understandable, just not what he had the energy to deal with despite the nap. Andrew peered up at her with tired eyes still adjusting to the florescent lights above them.           “Wouldn’t I be wasting my own time since I’m the one paying for your time? You get paid whether I’m here or not.” He hadn’t meant to give such a flippant response, but fuck were those hours of sleep he had missed the past week catching up to him. Even an hour and a half long snooze wasn’t enough to make him feel refreshed. Lazily, he slung his bag over his shoulder and rose, still facing her after she took a seat where his books and notes should have been prior. There was something about the way she looked at him, something off-putting that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. It probably had to do with her figure. Not physically, no, she appeared to have just the right kind in that regard. No, he had an innate disdain for those of authority.           The words that she spoke struck a nerve. He wasn’t angered, more so just motivated by a sense of competition. If she was egging him on, he wouldn’t back down from the challenge. A little back and forth with a professor might been just what he needed to wake his ass up. “If I had known you were thinking about me and my performance so much, I would’ve asked to meet during office hours like everyone else.” Shit, did she know about the rumors about her around campus? He hoped not, otherwise the double entendre would no longer be a joke for only himself to enjoy.

“I’d like to think I put a lot of effort into giving only the important information and giving students my personal resources so you have real-world experiences.” It wasn’t as if she was recruited to teach at the university for no reason at all. She had some importance to her name in the art community, putting together memorable exhibitions and networking with very influential people. She knew people who could jump-start the careers of her students if they really wanted it. But they rarely did. No one ever really enjoyed handouts in Korea, not even when it benefitted them the most. Those who took an opportunity by the neck were the ones who became successful and Andrew didn’t seem to be one of them. 

He seemed to believe he had it all figured out. 

Tucking her hair behind her ear, her eyes follow him as he rises from his seat, a look of amusement filling her face as irritation became the young man. Folding her arms across her chest, she tilted her head curiously, wondering if his statement was supposed to be more of an insult than it was. She’d known about this ‘rumour’ for a considerable amount of time already. Students really didn’t understand the concept of being discreet, that lack of caution apparent at this very moment. Did he really believe that everyone who entered her office on campus would fall victim to her advances? She had standards too. “Is that what you desire, Mr. Kang?”

It was as if he wanted to be a part of the bigger picture. As if he wanted to be in on the joke, to have his own personal story to tell his group of friends. Oh, how nice it must be to be a part of something while attempting to make her feel less than. If anything really, he’d be helping her. She was always hungry. “Let’s go then,” Tai begins, pointing in the direction of the door while getting ready to leave. “Maybe you can really show off your performance. I’m sure you need the extra credit.”

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misterharington:

          IT TOOK HIM A MOMENT. Well, several, actually. Craters of heated torment burned still, forcing the wolf to remain idle in the bridges of sanity as it finally all started to make sense. He could feel her all over him, remnants of obstruction reaching other worldly levels of intimacy he didn’t know he was capable of feeling; something so sharp, unreasonable to action before it’s half a minute later that the wolf managed shoving her off. Kit strengthened his quiet, unlabored breathing, finally able to lock eyes with the only other person in this train cart. 

          ANGER ATTEMPTED TO CLAW ITSELF OUT OF THE BEAST. Yet, guilt yielded him a moment of hesitation. Exactly what she’d been trying to do, at this hour, in the middle of his way home, who knew. Though, a hunch wasn’t far behind what with the way his heart rate sped, control absolutely lacking in actions urged utterly for desire only she could cultivate from him and in truth, he’d been more than happy in that moment to be what he was to pry her off. Perhaps that was exactly why reaction didn’t come in the form she’d certainly hoped. Even so, at her final words Kit perks up in mild shock, confusion and irritation lacing themselves all over foreign features.

          “..survive? How exactly do you            survive out of this— whatever that was?”

There felt something strange about her approach, so animalistic in its behavior. Maybe it was just as simple as not having grown into herself yet. Her only excuse was tied to her own exhaustion, her only real desires riddled with sex and her victim's chi. In fact, she’d learned to not deliberately wait so long to ‘feed’ and take it in chunks. Otherwise, she’d be left a rampant killer left to the streets of Seoul. So, here she was: sat in front of some expat who seemingly was just as eager as she was. It usually wasn’t like this. She was usually the alpha in her experiences, there rarely ever existed equals. 

The train rocked back and forth on its rails as the moonlight cast a shadow on just half of their faces, her eyes still locked onto his. In her features existed mild defeat and gentle annoyance as she took her gaze to the window, hands blindly searching for a loosie in her sweater to be paired with the flame from her lighter. An irritated sigh left her lips as such a strange question filled the air. What could she say to someone she assumed knew nothing more than their own humanity? Truthfully, she expected to be met with brute force and anger. Instead, what littered her ears existed curiosity. As the end of her addiction burned, she took a drag and breathed into the air between them smoke. 

"How exactly do I survive?” She repeated the question to herself, a hand snaking behind her neck as she continued to think. The succubus had never experienced the act of explaining her nature to someone. Usually, they just knew and it was much easier that way. “Your energy,” she replies simply, rolling her cancer between her index and middle finger. Allowing her eyes to turn the color of rubies, she leans forward with her forearms resting on her thighs. “That’s how I survive and that’s how I usually prefer to get it.”