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Hm... /lurks on dash/
ahnxhyo replied to your post:/looks around the dash/
If I touch you, are you going to tell my boyfriend?
Uh...maybe?
/looks around the dash/
Can be found on aim:
-grins and gives a small wave- Hey! Long time no talk. How've you been?
Oh! /waves back with a small smile/ It's been a while. I've been good, how are you?
lonelyxdrifters replied to your post:lonelyxdrifters replied to your post:(/scoffs)...
I don’t have a mirror on me a lot. -turns away to pull out his phone and flip the camera on-
Phone cameras count as a mirror too, now.
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lonelyxdrifters replied to your post:(/scoffs) Diva. (/pushes his bangs to the side with an extra scoff)
I don’t have a mirror.
What a shock.
Do you see the chill behind his eyes?
There’s a reason why he hides behind a mask of normalcy, why he is reluctant to put his trust in the hands of just any given person, because he isn’t what he seems. He harbors a dark passenger, a wistful rider of supposed justice, with the coming of insistent urges and…a lust for blood on his hands. He fights the insanity with compromise, with…establishing a right from wrong.
You would never know his secret, he would never inform you. Unless of course you held the same darkness…the same…desires as he did, and even then, how would he know? Because you would now tell him…but perhaps he could see the cold behind your eyes; the same lack of expression that his own have developed.
Dexter.
His name is Dexter.
Do you dare to attempt to gain his trust? Or are you his next victim…?
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(/scoffs) Diva. (/pushes his bangs to the side with an extra scoff)
But- You are one. Just look at yourself.
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Zino swallows thickly, and sighs listening to the pulse in his ears and knowing it won't be there much longer. Then he'll truly be a monster.
"It's alright...I just got a little worked up." He says, holding the younger gently, "I can't do much but remain calm...collected." He takes a deep breath, "But I can't stop it from happening."
He files that little piece of info away, his mind spinning. He's exhausted, and as much as he wants to stay conscious and keep asking questions, but it's not going to be an option soon.
"When it does, you won't be alone okay? I've got you..." his voice is slurred but understandable, and he pulls Zino a little closer. Leaning up, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to Zino's lips before snuggling back down, falling asleep almost instantly.
"The cuts aren't deep...so you won't need stitches. And your blood loss wasn't even near 60% so, I'll take care of you myself. Protein...sleep...and no moving around." He says, keeping his eyes on Minhyuk's. "You'll be better in a couple days, no problem."
His gaze finally shifts to the ceiling, and he's reminded of the pain. His nerves aflame with the virus killing and reviving his cells. He winces.
"It hurts like hell." He says, heart thumping in abnormally slow increments beneath your palm.
"Oh, good," he murmurs, hoping that sleep would banish that dazed, fuzzy feeling. Also, his thing with the bathwater. That worries him the most. Will all bodies of water cause that reaction? He can't exactly afford to be fainting every time he sees anything deeper than a puddle.
Concerned, he presses up against Zino and gives him a half-hug. He appreciates the honesty, though. "It's slowed down since we started talking..."
Zino watches the younger closely, his closed eyes, bandaged neck and wounded arm. He gingerly brushes his thumb over Minhyuk's lips, and then combs his fingers through his hair.
"Should I give you some pain killers, sweetheart...?" He asks, "I've got plenty. I go through them like water." He laughs softly to himself.
He wants to smoke, but he resists the urge. Minhyuk doesn't need to be around it.
"I should be okay until morning, unless I move around too much." His lips thin into a line. "How bad is it all, though? Should we make up a cover story and get a doctor to take a look, or should it be fine?" He asks, trying to think of a believable excuse for his peculiar injuries.Â
Like water, though? Minhyuk's brow furrows, fingers tracing over Zino's heart. "Does it hurt you? The virus?" He places his palm flat, feeling his heartbeat and realizing that it won't last very much longer.
"I can't imagine what those other newborns went through...all I know is that I'm the only one left now."
His real name sounds so lovely coming from Minhyuk's lips.he doesn't hear it often, unless it's being shouted at him, so it's nice.
"It would help me for you to be with me. I'm going to have to look for my sire and I can't leave you behind...you'll be in danger." He touches the others cheek gently, his thumb brushing it softly. "I think you should come with me."
He can't help but imagine those hunters tearing into some innocent person-turned-newborn and cringes, blinking away the imagery.
He melts in relief at the fact Zino wants him to come with. "Mm, I will. I don't want you to go alone, either. We better stick together, huh?" He smiles softly, a little more sure this time. His eyes close and he leans into the touch, moving to cradle his injured arm between them.
"Yes, I'm...almost a vampire. I won't have the need for blood until my heart stops. It's like...a virus, it takes over your body." He replies, noticing the lack of fear in your gaze. He's surprised.
"And those men are after a vampire, the one who made me. He left a slew of newborns in my home town to distract those men. They hunt vampires, and that's why I came here...I've been running from them for a long time." He purses his lips after, listening to you.
"I didn't want to get you involved...I didn't think they would come after you, because you're human...but they noticed how I am around you I guess." He sighs, "I just want you safe...you don't have to do anything for me, Minhyuk."
He winces in sympathy at the explanation, then presses his ear to your chest. The beats come slowly, as if Zino's heart is tired and sick. Minhyuk wonders if Zino will be the same man when he changes.
"There's seriously vampires that would create a bunch of young, then ditch them to die?" he frowns, "but what if those newborns don't die off, and don't know what's happening to them? That's horrifying..."
"I know you didn't mean for this to happen...And I might be terrified when I'm alone, but I'm not scared when I'm with you." He gives Zino a resolute look. "I mean it. I want to help you. I like you, Lim Sungbin," and the way he says that name is so, so gentle and soft compared to the hunter's harsh tone, "and I don't want those assholes to touch you. Ever."