A LOW CHUCKLE ESCAPED HIM, pierced lips curling into a wicked smirk just wide enough to let the very tips of his pointed fangs to peek through. They caught in the light, gleaming dangerously – almost like a reminder that the vampire was far from tame. He was dangerous, a menace, ready to strike at any moment – no matter how much fanfare & festivities surrounded this pathetic excuse for peace. The blood of far too many lycans had stained his palms, his fingers, his jaw, – his everything. But by the same token, the creature standing before him had done the same. Seojun was one of his deepest enemies, a lycan that had made it his personal agenda to destroy the vampiric ranks in spite of their centuries of reigning as superior.
It was almost laughable how the pathetic dogs thought that a world as elegant as this was theirs for the taking. They were animals – savage and reckless – and it was his responsibility to put them down like the beasts they were. Blue hues flashed into sharp electric, cold and piercing as they scanned over Seojun in mute fascination – though the thinly-veiled disgust hidden behind his smirk was almost too obvious.
“ I’m quite pleased to know that you think I’ve cleaned up. I wish I could say the same for some of your … kind. But you look very dashing, “ he continues on politely, words little more than a perfectly practised ruse. Everything about his expression was forced cordiality – from the set of his jaw to the dangerous glint lighting up the electric blue of his irises. As if he was waiting for the perfect moment to shatter the facade and strike.
He reaches for two flutes of champagne, easily plucking them from the tray carried by a passing waiter. Ring-clad fingers wrapped snugly around the thin glass flutes before he offered one to the lycan. He quirked a single brow, polite smile still firmly in place. “ How is your pack feeling about the evening? The coven, I can guarantee you, finds this entire ordeal absolutely riveting. “
Peace and tranquility - while the pair were ideologies that many claimed to be the ultimate goal, Seojun considered them to fallacies to comfort those who did not understand the world of today. It was impossible to believe in the idea of peace, especially when it came to sharing the word with Vampires who raise their heads in superiority. Although, the Lycan had been raised in a culture of bowing for respect, there was none so he would not bow. Not unless they tore his limbs. Those who believed that they were the ones in power were fools. Seojun had seen far too many dynasties collapsed due to their own egos, to their overconfidence and the Vampires would be no different. Regardless of this mask of peace and this talk of cooperation, there were wounds that were too deep to bury; old habits were hard to break and it seemed like that was the case for both sides of this coin.
"Oh, so you always look like you've freshly rolled out of a grave?" Seojun asked, a mockery of a smile edged its way onto his lips. The corners curled for a moment, amusement played upon his smirk before he blinked and nodded it away. He gave a shrug and said with echoed sarcasm, "And here I thought you put in the extra effort to look livelier than a skeleton, just for tonight." Seojun's nose twitched - the scent of the Vampires was far to distinct to the point that Seojun swore that he would have smelled their aroma even without being a Lycan. A brief pause from him clung to the air as his eyes narrowed at the man.
A soft breath came from him as his eyes moved away from Zaiden, followed a soft shake of his head. "Unfortunately, my kind don't exactly use their time to dally in these gatheringss of grandeur. Not in way your kind tends to," Seojun admitted. His agendas followed a different path. Gatherings that house the false mingling of opposing sides never sat well with him. Caesar was stabbed by a gathering of those he trusted; Seojun didn't trust a single Vampire and he was more than happy to stab them, the way they would do the same to him. Although, that only lies if they could catch him first.
Seojun's eyes followed the champagne flute, tracing the thin glass's shape before he took it from the Vampire. It would take more than a flute of champagne for the soldier to feel comfortable, especially when the Dealer in front of him wore a smile with distorted politeness. "Of course, your coven would enjoy this sort of grandiose party," he said. He shook his head, letting his eyes wander away fro Zaiden and over to the rest of the party-goers. Familiar faces filled the room, scattered in conversations with people he would never have imagined. "There were people who were born into in this era," Seojun started, "This is more for their sanity rather mine. I know that the price of peace costs far more than a few share glasses of champagne."
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