#jianyu.

[ofphobos]

where. their home who. @jianyuxsong​ 

“Theo knows,” he stated upon entering the home that he had shared with the other since they’d made their move to Rome all those years ago. Once barren, it now held all the reminders of their previous lives, of the several weddings that they had celebrated. He strolled further into it, drawn closer to the cabinet that would hold what he was looking for, “He wants me to betray Pythia, to show the Senate where the coven is hiding.” A bottle was plucked from the cabinet, along with two glasses, before he turned towards his vampire.

[bubblegossip-blog]

most likely to; end up as a catlady? win a pie eating contest? become famous? become a soccer mom? end up with a trophy wife? move to europe and never return? get triplets and cry? spend every holiday as the 'drunk aunt/uncle'?

end up as a catlady? @soojvns @undgrndking @genevacwin a pie eating contest?@bvllheadcd @ssejvn  become famous? @uwuyui @easilov @vicletabveplsbecome a soccer mom? @ineffcble @elvsives @okayfebyend up with a trophy wife? @averyrcse @troublerunmove to europe and never return? @hcnsoloz  @ckjitae @zjianyuget triplets and cry? @ofharus @hellbornes @doodlerobspend every holiday as the 'drunk aunt/uncle'? @lcverboyz @hybristique

[ofphobos]

where. their home when. the morning after the wedding  who. @jianyuxsong​ 

There was a slight pounding in his head, the makings of a headache despite having just woken up from what felt like a month long sleep. It was seemingly silent in the house, and the space on the bed beside him was empty. He recalled the moments leading up to when he had finally caught up to Jian, when he’d finally learned of what had happened and purged the vampire of the poison in his system. But as for anything after that moment? Kaan couldn’t remember, for it was only black after that. “Jian?” His voice was strained, but he knew if the vampire was in the home, he’d have heard him even if he had whispered.

[ofphobos]

where. the wedding who. @jianyuxsong​

“If I recall correctly, I do believe our second --- no, maybe it was our third wedding. Well, either way, it was much better than whatever this is.” Maybe it was meant as a joke, or perhaps Kaan was speaking his own truth, as his gaze swept over the decorations that had been strewn all over the Vatican. His gaze soon enough returned to the vampire beside him, to the one that he was once again connected to in every meaning of the word. He could feel everything that Jian was feeling, and in turn, knew that the other was feeling everything that he was feeling. Like the apprehension that nothing go wrong for one event in the city.

[ofphobos]

where. their home who. @jianyuxsong​

It was the morning, and though he had been invigorated by the vampire who he shared the home with, Kaan had needed coffee. He had stumbled into the kitchen, clothes haphazardly pulled on, knowing that the pair would be unlikely to leave that day. It wasn’t uncommon for them, though Kaan did dread not being present for work or Senate duties, but the day did call for remaining inside, tangled together for who knows how long. “So we are meant to attend this wedding, hm?” He questioned at the sight of the vampire joining him in the kitchen.

[ofphobos]

where. chrismis market who. @jianyuxsong​

There wasn’t much to be celebrated, given what had transpired within the city in the last few months. Yet despite the pressing matters for the Senate, and his own worry over his coven, Kaan couldn’t pass up the chance to spend a few moments with the vampire that had been by his side for centuries. Nor could he pass up another chance to show him how much he was appreciated. “Something tells me you’ve been on the naughty list this year,” he mused as arms encircled Jian’s waist, drawing the vampire against him, any potential onlookers ignored easily.

[ofphobos]

where. narcissus house who. @jianyuxsong​

“Secure the artifact and get it to me by tomorrow,” distracted words were spoken into the speaker of the phone, before Kaan disconnected without so much as a goodbye. His gaze was locked on the approaching man, skimming over the clothing -- or lack thereof -- he was wearing. “You know,” he started as he leaned back, “when I asked what you were wearing to the party, I didn’t mean to put it on.”

[killdivine-moved]

             He   wishes   his   dad   would   be   less   dismissive   of   his   reasoning.   That   he   could   understand,   or   maybe   even   see   for   himself   such   a   turn   of   events.   It   truly   could   not   be   prevented.   Had   he   not   done   what   did,   he'd   of   lost   a   friend-   and   much   more   than   his   eye.   But   that   didn't   really   matter-   and   Jianyu   knows   that.   Atticus   has   told   him   on   more   than   one   occasion:   '   look   out   for   yourself,   because   no   one   else   will   out   there.   '   And   he   listened,   most   of   the   time.   He's   not   ignorant,   he   isn't   foolish.   He   knows   how   hard   this   work   is,   knows   the   weight   that   comes   with   his   name.   A   combination   that   has   often   times   threatened   to   overwhelm   him   entirely.   It's   spite   that   keeps   him   going   as   if   nothing's   wrong.

Maybe   he   misunderstands   his   father.   Maybe.

"   Me   'n   a   few   other   people   were   on   a   job.   "   a   simple   answer.   (   the   one   who   picked   it   up   didn't   get   all   the   information.   they   weren't   sure   what   to   expect.   people   got   hurt-   but   no   one   died   )   No...   it's   stupid   to   try   and   come   up   with   excuses,   so   he   wont.   He   leaves   it   vague,   because   he   knows   how   his   father   thinks.

Mention   of   his   mother   has   his   expression   softening.   There's   a   tinge   of   worry   there,   deep   in   his   chest-   and   anxiety   curling   tight   around   his   gut.   She   wont   like   it.   She'll   like   it   even   less   than   Atticus   does.   He's   alive   isn't   he?   Wuya   has   always   been   protective   of   her   children.   To   see   him   hurt   will   break   her   heart-   to   know   he   might   of   died   had   things   played   out   differently...   there   will   be   consequences.   Probably   for   both   of   them   now   that   he   thinks   about   it.   Jianyu   had   always   wanted   to   do   what   his   dad   did-   and   even   if   he   made   it   hard,   Atticus   was   supportive,   in   his   own   way.

Jianyu   looks...   uncomfortable   for   a   moment.   Gaze   downcast,   head   turned   away   slightly.   He   looks   unkempt,   disheveled,   scruffy.   "   Can't   ya   come   with   me...   "   he   sounds   very   small,   asking   for   him   to   come   confront   her   with   him.   She's   probably   in   the   shop,   or   else   she   might   of   seen   him   before   Atticus   did.   "   I   mean,   y'know,   just   be   there...   ya   always   make   mama   feel   better.   "   as   if   him   being   there   will   cushion   the   blow,   seeing   her   son   maimed   like   this...

cont. / @killdevil