#dracvlv

[incuzi]

dracvlv

"Yes, you did!"

Vlad snapped as he stepped closer to the other male, eyes narrowed with an almost crazed glint in his eyes. For weeks, he had been obsessing over Zitao’s blood. It was delicious, intoxicating and so… addicting. He hadn’t felt like that in so long. But he blamed the other male, thinking he must have made something — enchanted him, cursed him.

"You tempt me! You taunt me with your blood! You must have done something!"

Zitao narrowed his gaze as Vlad approached him, seething and hissing at him. But he didn't dare move, from his experience, it would only agitate the vampire further and look at him as if his prey were running away. Even if the incubus could feel the grip of fear down his spine, hands clenched into his fists, and breathing slightly unstable. Vlad was unstoppable when livid. "You're making it up in your head, Vlad." His words were thrown in harshness and bitterness. "That was one time. One fucking time. I did it to help you, nothing more. Don't come near me, I'm warning you. Just let it go." Zitao had raised an hand to stop Vlad's advancements, it seemed like the man was moving closer to him but he couldn't tell. His gaze was stuck to the other's expression, jaw clenched and eyes unbearably cold.

[leexsun-blog]

[text]:You got plans later tonight or what?

{ ♔ — She sprawled herself on her soft brown couch, spreading her feet out and resting them atop of one of the couch pillows. Her phone rested on the coffee table not to far from her grasp, it was silent for the time being but it soon vibrated against the table. With that she reached for the device, reading over the anonymous text before replying with:

{ ✉ → xxx } No, but I don't think you would want to hang out with someone like me. stranger.

[x-kyngs]

     There's something uneasy about this place. Kyungsoo hadn't even known it existed up until today. He'd received a message to pick up a package from this address-- an address that brought him to a dry cleaners. Or, more specifically, behind the dry cleaners and down a flight of steps to a cramped shop he could hardly turn around in, every table and shelf stacked with items ranging from monkey paws to things that he swore belonged in museums.

     "I'm here to pick up for a.. Well, his message only said 'V'."

     The wrinkled old woman behind the glass display counter smiles.

     Three minutes later and the doe eyed boy couldn't get out of there fast enough, the large brown-paper wrapped package in his arms as he clumsily rushes up the steps. Soon enough he's back on his bicycle and it's flying over the pavement, the cold air biting at his cheeks. It smells like it's going to snow.

     His journey is taking him far.. In fact, this is the furthest he's had to travel to deliver something before. Even worse, as the road turns rough and the trees thicker and overgrown, he's sort of positive he's lost. By the time he finds the manor, big and haunting, there's a light dusting of snow fluttering down, and he peers up at the building apprehensively. "If this is another joke.." Kyungsoo mumbles to himself, huddling down into his coat and holding the weighty package in his arms, and he climbs the steps to nervously knock on the aged oak door.

[kyungapple]

▋ ▉▉: A stitch in the side. K+V.

     "Stop squirming. You'll only feel dizzier." Kyungsoo had found this one on the street, donning a bright gold top and shorts much too tiny for any normal coverage. She was manning a street corner and nursing a cigarette that cherished a vibrant apple ring of expensive lipstick. He'd asked her to show him the way to the nearest bar. It was not difficult to sing her into a daze. Now his coat was wrapped snugly around her thin shoulders, one arm curled against her hip while they ascended the dimly lit road that led to a very special manor. She was blubbering in twisted profanity, promising a good performance for the generous wad of cash stuffed into her bra. That money was all that Kyungsoo had - but it didn't matter. He'd have it back soon, anyway.

     He did empathize. He knew what he was doing, and how little this female did to deserve what was coming, but he saw it all as a matter of rolling over life. He was simply a vessel that thirsted for a new sort of knowledge. She'd be returning to her home in the stars soon enough as it was, since humans hardly lived longer than a flea in comparison. He felt the soft brush of hair at his cheek and a mumbled 'nice house', his arm tightening comfortably around the girl as he cooed her to silence and led her inside. 

     "Vlad." Kyungsoo's voice rang loud through the corridors as he slipped his coat away from the girl and hung it near the door, his plump lips pulling into a reassuring smile. She seemed a little less dizzy when a taller, handsome figure emerged from the corridor. Kyungsoo's smile widened - resembling a child who'd just brought home his first painting to be hung on the fridge. 

     "I've brought you something. She'll make you feel better." Kyungsoo placed a hand at her back and gently nudged her forward.

[kyungapple]

"Come on, time for bed."

     Kyungsoo was playing with a glob of dough he’d saved from earlier. Cooking was another hidden outlet that he’d recently poked his head through. It was an eruption of gold and lemon embers that fizzled at his ears - he was good at it. His favorite things were the textures and aromas, the way his hands could squish something so mellow and reshape it with something else. His thin fingers were curled deep into the foamy dough until a voice wafted, low and sweet, from the large bed that towered over the android’s sunken, lazed frame. He perked up; bed time was not ordinary for him, but he enjoyed the company in comparison to spending nights (or in this case, days) alone. 

     "Coming!" He stated, dropping the dough onto the bedside table after springing lightly to his feet, wiping his damp hands on the seat of his jeans and hurrying forward. The elder was holding the square corner of the blanket open in expectance. Kyungsoo happily obliged, worming his way onto the mattress and tucking himself under the sheets. Vlad had been insisting lately that he try to sleep - an exercise that lasted in small increments, of which would continue in small increments until progress was made. The android knew it was nothing short of impossible. However, as he lay his head on the rectangle cut stuffed full of feathers, he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to dream. He found it wonderful to rest on the pillow. It sank like dough…just like dough.

     "Sleep well, darling." Murmured the same voice that nurtured a tiny inkling of hope budding in his chest. Kyungsoo smiled a little and waited for the drawl of light footsteps to fade, then hiss into a smothered flame, his hands curling over the soft blankets.