dreaming.

I do not mind the rain sometimes, because that’s the only way the roses bloom

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CHATRI:

ABOUT

VERSES

YING:

ABOUT

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“Were you aware of the news? Of the contract?” Soomin was proud that her voice came out steady despite her stress. Truthfully—the thought of the other man being like the other nobles in court hurt her deeply. Though they were never friends as children, he had always been nice to her during the times when the children were forced to attend the court's social events. Rationally she knew that there wasn’t anything he could have done or said in protest to the engagement. She wasn’t naive. Still—the emotional human side of her brain needed to know.

"What news?" Chatri gave the princess a very honest blank stare. "Your grace must forgive me, but I have difficulties keeping up with the happenings at the court." He kept his eyes on the ground and his ears open only to the call of birds and the waves of the ocean. Life was better spent in ignorance - it was how he kept his peace.

"The only thing that reached me as of late is regarding my best friend, and how a good portion of the court believe I am in a relationship with him." Or maybe by now, that could be considered old gossip. Muwon seemed utterly unbothered by the rumour, even less so than Chatri was himself. He supposed it was fair for people to speculate, after all, he'd never displayed desire for any of ladies around him. If he was the heir to his house, perhaps rumours of this kind would be more harmful, but as it happened, Chatri had no strong obligation to further the family line as it was primarily his brother's task.

"But surely the princess is not here to discuss that," he chuckled. "About who I love, that is."

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It was kind of funny to see how nice the other was to the young kid. Kiyoon wouldn't have pegged him as that type of person unless there was something in it for him. Perhaps he had been hasty... or maybe it was a ploy to blend in and seem more human. He watched as the little guy skipped away with the bill tight in his grip before turning back to the other once the boy had gone far enough out of earshot.

"Why would I not want to come in?" he countered, eyes trying to see into the flat behind his adversary without appearing too obvious. "Well, it fills me with hope to know that you're not operating a torture chamber from your flat, but I'd still like to take a look. Peace of mind, you know." Kiyoon smiled at him evenly. "Please indulge my... curiousity. It won't take but a moment of your time." He placed a hand on the doorframe and stepped in closer towards the other, a smile still lingering on his features. "I'm just a harmless human hoping that you can answer some questions."

Kiyoon was relatively harmless in comparison to what Chatri was but should things devolve into it a fight he could probably hold him off long enough to escape but there was no need for that... hopefully. "Things are happening in the community and I'm hoping to talk to those who have been here a while about any changes they might have seen... or felt. So, either we can continue this conversation over your door jamb or you can invite me into your not torture dungeon."

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Right, curiosity. Harmless human who'd just aimed a water gun at him. Whatever, Chatri supposed he had time. It wasn't like he needed much sleep these days, so maybe his stroll around the park could wait.

"Fine, come in." If this scenario was presented the other way around, there would perhaps be some ominous background music. "Just remember, you asked for this."

Up the stairs they went and the door swung open to utter madness. The mess, in Chatri's opinion, was tasteful, but he still expected judgment. "My housekeeper is on vacation," he explained. "For like, a whole month." What? Was he supposed to be keeping the place tidy himself in the mean time? That was asking for way too much.

He cleared a corner on the couch for his guest to sit on and casually swiped the half empty glass of blood off the dining table and into the fridge.

"If you are investigating into the strange occurrences in the community," he started, rooting around the cupboards. Unfortunately his sink was full and the only clean drinkware available was a giant mug that said Happy Monday, which was a gift from a colleague back forty years ago. He'd preserved it well, all things considered. "I did hear about some kids going missing recently." He filled the mug with wine and handed it to the priest. "Not me, of course, but I am also not the only supernatural creature in town." Chatri casually looked out the window. "This place attracts dangerous individuals. I wonder why."

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(...) Her eyes narrowed as he spoke, offering him a slight bow of the head, wondering if he was aware of the farce of engagement thrust upon them--or if he was playing the dimwitted fool--which was an irrational thought, she was aware. But emotions were high strung and she was never good at tempering her flame. "My Lord, May I ask for a moment of your time, perhaps somewhere with a bit more privacy than in front of the refreshment table?"

So even this calm corner was not good enough.

Chatri dipped his head in accord and led them both down a path to the royal gardens that he knew well. He greeted the few nobles that they encountered along the way and continued until they were truly alone behind the bushes of crimson roses. Privacy as promised, but likely not for long - their titles meant they should never be left unattended, after all.

"The princess spoke with urgency," he commented, reaching out to caress the flower blooming the closest to him, running his thumb gently over the delicate petals. Nature calmed him, but clearly it did not her. Whatever it was that troubled Princess Soomin, it must be something important. Odd, because Chatri would have never associated such a word with him. He was, after all, the youngest of his household. The brilliance of his older brother meant he could survive comfortably as Lord Nobody and he was, truthfully, most grateful.

"How may I be of service?" It must be something unrelated to his family, otherwise she would have ample others to seek out. His mother, for example, always had a ear to lend to those in distress. She was also notoriously tight-lipped and did not divulge information shared with her in private.

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Eyes narrowed and grip tightened.

"Don't be so familiar. You're not one of my flock." The words were quite cold, positively frigid, as they lay between the two men on either side of the doorway. It was quite a scene. One totally relaxed and the other deadpan yet visibly annoyed at the existence of the other. To an unsuspecting passerby it would look quite comical but to those who knew either one of them would understand to give them some space to have yet another disagreement.

Oh great. Now the bloodsucker had Timmy. If the kid could have waited just a little bit longer before appearing it would have been just swell but God worked in mysterious ways, even though it threw a spanner in the works. Kiyoon sighed heavily and folded his arms as he watched the other skilfully handle the child so that he couldn't ovehear their conversation.

"I'm not the police so I don't care about it being lawful," he began, waving his water gun toting hand dismissively at the bottle of wine (vintage? excellent taste), "all I know is that you've been hanging around the congregation and as their priest I have an obligation to protect them from influences that might make them... stray from the righteous path." He tilted his head to the side and nodded at the blissfully unaware Timmy who seemed happy enough to listen to whatever music was blasting through the headphones.

"If you let the child go I'll put away the water. And that music had better be childfriendly." Kiyoon raised an eyebrow as he looked Chatri straight in the eyes before holstering God's tiniest water gun in his back pocket and held his hands out as if to say 'see? now it's your turn'. "And you should share that bottle of wine with me when you invite me inside. Otherwise I'm blessing it and turning it into communion wine. That would be such a shame."

A hint of mischief glinted in Kiyoon's eyes as the rest of his face remained impassive if a bit serious looking.

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"Stray from the righteous path?" The vampire raised a brow of pure confusion. He, truthfully, had no idea what this man was going on about. "Nowadays, if anything could lead people to hell, it would be social media."

But alright, he put little Timmy back down and retrieved his headphones. The song lyrics weren't exactly innocent, but they were in a foreign language so no harms done. Besides, kids these days didn't actually care for the meaning behind songs anymore, they'd bang their heads to anything that had a half decent beat, or a singer with a good-looking face.

"Off you go then, Timothy." Chatri flashed a smile at the kid and gave the priest a look to do the same. The boy stayed, however, until Chatri finally answered his expectant grin with a bill from his wallet. Cotton candy money - got it.

As for this guy.

"Why would you want to come in?" A bit of a weird request, coming from a human who clearly knew what he was talking to. Someone was definitely not worried about becoming dinner. He was either very confident in his skills or had a death wish.

Or maybe he just felt the need to do a home inspection for safety-of-the-world purposes.

"It's a small apartment," Chatri gestured at the building. He chose this place for its location and the view from the tenth floor. "I don't have a basement, attic or even a spare bedroom for chaining up poor tormented victims, if that's what you are concerned about." Believe it or not, somebody did actually asked him that once - rude.

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FLAMES. @perpetuallylazyx

All of the king's daughters were beauties, that much could not be denied. Even now, with her delicate fingers clenched into fists and a roaring fire in her eyes, princess Soomin was fair enough to turn heads.

Chatri discreetly wiped the apple cake crumbs from his lips and turned, ready to helpfully remove himself from the princess's war path, only to realize her grace had stopped in front of him. Strange. He was well known as a presence of peace at the court and seldom found himself to be the target of anyone's wrath.

"Good evening, your grace." He offered her a light bow and took the opportunity to take half a step back. The princess looked, truthfully, as if she might be interested in stabbing him with a dagger and he, out of fondness for solitude, did put himself at the corner of the courtyard where none shall bear witness to his demise. "That's a...lovely gown...?" He offered the compliment with a cautious smile. Praises were supposed to put women in better moods, were they not?

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HOLY WATER GUN. @spiritvssancti

"Come now, padre, is this really necessary?" Boo hoo, woe was him. Look at poor Chatri, a calm, tax-paying vampire in the modern society, getting threatened at gun point by the doorsteps of his own home.

To be fair, it really was a tiny water pistol. Looking like it was purchased straight from the Dollar Shop, $4.99 for a pack of three. He'd give the guy some points, though, for picking his favourite colour - bright green, like the one that meant go on the traffic lights.

Little Timmy, his neighbor's son, chose this exact moment to walk by. "I'll buy you cotton candy," Chatri said as he scooped the kid up, turning this from a regular stand off to a hostage situation. Little Timmy opened his mouth to protest, but quickly decided getting some cotton candy was more important to him than being on time to this classmate's birthday party. That guy was a loser anyway, he was only gonna go because his mom told him to be play nice with people.

"I haven't done anything unlawful, I assure you." Chatri took off his headphones, adjusted the band and slapped it onto the kid's noggin so he could be spared from the adult conversation. "This is wine." He waved the old-fashioned flask in his free hand. "And I am over the legal drinking age." A pause. "Way over, actually."

"Now put down the holy water gun and let's talk reasonably." Chatri waved his hostage, who was casually jamming along to a song, little fists pumping rather enthusiastically in the air. Timmy might be on the scrawny side, but he was big enough to act as a meat shield against holy water.

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THE OMEN. @scarletryst

Neatly in a row, they sat. Sleek ink black wings fluttering over the barren branches. The sun shone in the middle of the sky, but its light somehow felt cold brushing against his skin.

What do you see? A voice whispered the question, but he had no opportunity to answer as everything rapidly faded away.

The dreams come and go, always as they pleased. He tried to hold onto the details, but they kept on slipping through his grasp like a breeze. By the time Chatri stepped out of the door, he'd forgotten about the crows, the dead forest, and the sun of ice. All that remained was a headache, and the lingering sense of dread.

"I should not drink," he winced, bringing a hand to his throbbing temple. "It makes the dreams worse." He was speaking with Muwon, who drank significantly more last night but looked absolutely, infuriatingly fine. As for their relationship, let's just say they arrived at House Klahan on the same day and took their first breaths not far from each other. Chatri decided early on that he could consider this one close, and the fact that Muwon tended to the horses should not diminish their friendship but instead, enhance it.

Of course, there were some that did not understand their bond and began to spread a rather salacious rumour featuring - supposedly - nights of endless passion between a lord and his bewitching (?) servant. To that, Chatri could only say this - he would rather crawl in bed with the dancing drunkard they encountered yesterday. The one with a massive beard who started raving nonsense after his third ale and swayed his body in the most peculiar pattern as if he was attempt to summon a demon. Because there was such a thing called knowing someone too well and a part of him would never be able to see Muwon past a screeching toddler.

"Why are you unaffected by alcohol?" Chatri narrowed his eyes. "I am beginning to suspect that you pretend to drink more than you actually do." The new mare nuzzled his hand, urging him to halt this silly bickering and carry on with the more important task of feeding her. "Has Carrot II been getting along with the others?" They disagreed over the name and to be fair, the mare indeed looked nothing like Carrot the First. Chatri still felt like appearances didn't matter, though, after diligently serving the House for many years, Carrot the First deserved to be honoured upon passing.

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CHATRI.

✧ FIRST LAYER

full name: chatri klahan gender: cis male age: 26

 ✧ SKIN DEEP

height: 183cm eye color: dark brown hair color: black faceclaim: bright vachirawit chivaaree

✧ THE MORE YOU KNOW

positive: fast learner, protective, open-minded, charitable, patient negative: aloof, unpredictable, eccentric, constantly daydreaming, terrible at managing money likes: peace, art, teaching, animals, the ocean dislikes: the unknown, violence, not being true to himself skills: traditional dancer, horseback riding, painting (mostly with ink), working with animals fears: completely losing his touch with reality, disappointing or failing his family virtue: charity vice: sloth

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𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰

the youngest lord of great house klahan. blessed with a responsible father, a caring mother and a capable older brother. despite their kingdom being under the rule of a cruel tyrant, chatri has lived thus far, a fortunate life.

one fateful night, his father fell dead at the dinner table after tasting his poisoned soup. those that could potentially be associated with his murder were also found to be dead or missing.

the unexpected loss of lord klahan shook the entire household. as chatri struggled to adapt to a life without his guiding light and protector, certain questions remained on his mind, begging for answers - who killed his father? who benefited the greatest from his death and what did they wish to achieve?

something else that demanded his attention was the restlessness that was gathering in the kingdom. people were sick of the reign of their oppressor king and whispered about ripping him from his throne.

additional information: lord klahan (chatri's father) was loyal to the tyrant. despite disagreeing with the king on many things, he attempted to advise him instead of directly oppose him. while absolutely a thorn in the king's side, lord/house klahan had not done anything publicly to warrant alarm from the royal family.

dreams: they should mean nothing...

the amulet: not long after his father's death, young lord chatri klahan began wearing a broken amulet. a few of those who'd seen it up close could detect a strange energy from the chipped stone sitting at the centre of the amulet. tharin, my dearest brother, you will help me repair the amulet, won't you? one piece at a time, bring me back to the world of the living.

𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷

a certain law abiding (mostly), tax-paying vampire is doing his best to adapt to modern society. he pays for people's blood as well as their stories, hoping hearing enough of them would restore his dwindling humanity.

abilities: enhanced speed, strength, endurance & healing. immortality. mind compulsion. can walk under the sun due to assistance from a witch.

weaknesses: must be invited in, can be killed via stake, decapitation & fire. weakened by sunlight. repulsed by crosses/holy water, burns from excessive contact. thirst.

current residence: a lively apartment full of people. next door neighbour is a single mom living with her elementary-school aged son timmy & yappy chihuahua blooper.

job: he claims to be a writer but is really living off of investments.

𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽

a fortune teller who cannot actually see anybody's future, only their history. he makes up stuff based on what he sees from people's childhood both to make some money and to help them reconcile with their past mistakes.

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a baby missing his baby ♡

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hello friends, this blog is going to become my new indie so please feel free to unfollow. eventually, I might do an update to include more characters but for now, I will just be writing as this one. I removed chatri's rise elements and now, he's just a regular great house noble.

in this new world that he's in, people are dealing with a tyrant (like, truly awful joffrey but older style). I am going to start writing at a nice family dinner where everything was great until his father fell over his soup bowl from poison. now, he has to figure out who murdered his dad (is it the tyrant? or is it one of the other houses? what are they trying to accomplish?) & what role he wants to play in the future of his kingdom.

since it's indie, I am also going to write a modern au where he's a famous fortune teller. he actually can't see the future at all but can see the past sometimes so he's been just making up stuff for people based on what he sees from their childhood etc. he's doing this to make money so he can have nice shoes but also to reconcile people with what they had done. a lot of the times, people fear the future because of the decisions they made in the past, ya know.

I might also do another au where he's a vamp who just pays people for their blood because he's hopelessly struggling with hunting the normal way and asks them to tell him stories. that's it, we just rp about listening to stories.

oh, since it's indie, I will no longer tag blood, violence, alcohol and mention of death unless it's more graphic. for example, I won't tag if he's having a casual beer with a friend or got a paper cut from folding cranes. however, if fights get intense, I will make sure to tag and readmore appropriately.

if you have a character that could have fun writing with him, please hit me up. for this nobility thing, I could see interactions with friends, family, household people, other houses or even the tyrant if you wanna write one. for other aus, friends, family, clients. people who want to call out his bs fortune telling. fellow vamps who are like wtf are you doing?

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𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰

a lady named after the shadow she could disappear into. few called her by her real name and many knew her by the title of vermilion. she's one of the four leaders in her organization, which takes requests from those who can afford it, whether they paid in money, services or their lives.

ying has no memories of her childhood and existed as a part of the organization for as long as she could recall. the only thing she has from her past was a tattered handkerchief that has lotus flowers embroidered on it. her found family discouraged her from focusing too much on what she had lost and urged her to only look forward, but she had her own plans.

twenty years ago, a noble family was supposedly attacked by bandits. the lord and lady of the house were killed and only two out of the four children of the house were saved by the royal guards. many mourned, but others wondered...was it truly a tragic accident or the king's will?

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ZHOU YING.

✧ FIRST LAYER

full name: zhou ying gender: cis female age: 25

 ✧ SKIN DEEP

height: 164cm eye color: dark brown hair color: black faceclaim: sun zhenni

✧ THE MORE YOU KNOW

positive: determined, loyal, detail-oriented, cautious, perceptive negative: unforgiving, naturally suspicious, proud, over-protective likes: tea, flowers skills: assassination, disguise, poisoning fears: never finding out about the truth virtue: diligence vice: wrath

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