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Fai had to admit. He was in deeper than he'd ever intended to be.

He found himself looking forward to each sacrifice. Bathing in concoctions of flowers and herbs so he’d smell nice, growing his hair longer because the dragon seemed to like it, daydreaming about the absolutely mind-blowing sex he got every time they met. He found himself wondering if maybe he could simply stay with the dragon instead of returning to the village. Then he reminded himself he needed more than raw meat and a cave full of treasure to survive.

As his affection for Kurogane grew, the tension in the village rose as well. Many wouldn’t speak to him, some merchants wouldn’t sell to him. The only person he could consider a friend was the elderly woman who told him about Nihon. She taught him more of the language and customs, the wizard finding his time learning with her to be fascinating. He only hoped it wouldn’t bring her trouble later.

It was time for the last of the sheep sacrifices. It was tied up outside and Fai had been finishing his bath, smelling sweetly of roses and herbs. It was when he was pulling on his clothes that he first smelled the smoke.

Fai had hurried outside and found the thatched roof of his already somewhat dilapidated shack to be crackling with flame. Footprints in the snow trailed away from the scene, and it was all too obvious it was no accident. It took Fai a while to get all the flames out and make sure the smoking embers wouldn’t light up again. He smelled more of smoke than rose now, but he doubted Kurogane would mind.

It wouldn’t be too long now before they'd be trying to string Fai up in the town square and light the fire at his feet instead. As much as he hated to admit it, it would be time for him to move on soon. He wondered if he should even tell the dragon. Kurogane wouldn’t likely take kindly to knowing Fai wouldn’t be there after his hibernation. The dragon looked at him as if he was the most precious treasure in his collection. He seemed to loathe letting Fai leave every time.

He was a little later than usual by the time he got to the foot of the mountain with the uncooperative sheep. He could feel the magic from the fluorite he’d gifted to the dragon pulsing with a familiar energy. Within moments Kurogane would likely be swooping down to meet him, potentially for the last time.

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“It seems I’ll be the one accompanying you this evening. Syaoran wanted to spend some time at the cafe today so I’ve been relieved of my cafe duties.” He was unsure how the other male would take this news, but it wasn’t like he could fight much against it anyway. So why not have some fun with it? With a wink, he walked up closer so he couldn’t be heard by anyone else but his targeted reciprocant. “Let’s not let them down, Big Dog.” 

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Kuro takes the family for a swim : D

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It took a good two weeks before the villagers made up their minds about whether they would cooperate, which sheep and oxen they would sacrifice, and who would build the enclosure to put them in. Fai ended up assisting with the last part. Once the enclosure was up, Fai helped prepare the first sheep to take up the mountain.

As he’d suspected, the villagers were disappointed he hadn’t simply killed the dragon. Coming back with demands hadn’t gone over particularly well initially, but Fai had reminded them that if he’d failed to kill the dragon it likely would have come after them right away and burned the whole village down. Still, the wizard knew it marked the beginning of the end. Suspicion was starting to brew around him, some whispering that he was allied with the dragon to con them out of their livestock. Next he’d be after their children, they said. Soon enough, Fai would have to find another village to move on to. He hadn’t even been there long, but negotiating with dragons tended to expedite things.

The morning he’d set out with the first sheep, a woman who’d initially welcomed him to the town threw a rock at him. He hadn’t been expecting it so it hit him right in the face. Fai hoped the bruise forming on his cheekbone didn’t look too bad.

It took him well into the evening to get the sheep even part of the way up the mountain. He’d given in and hypnotized the creature so it would cooperate more easily, but even then it was slow going. It had been chosen because it was older and lame. It probably would have been killed by the spring anyhow. Fai had begun to consider teleporting, but he’d never done so with another living being before. He didn’t want to reappear with his leg inside the sheep. Not that he had any idea if that would even happen, but he’d never tried before and didn’t want to risk it.

The pulse of magic from the fluorite he’d given Kurogane was steady from further up the mountainside. Fai heaved a sigh and continued marching up through the snow. He’d get there eventually if he just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

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It had been a rough few months for Fai, starting with the two weeks he had no memory of. He’d gone from living what could vaguely be described as a normal life to skulking around in the dark and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. It had been hard to accept what the evidence was telling him: He was a vampire.

He’d tried to explore other options. Illnesses that could cause these symptoms did exist but not to the exact extent. Once he’d finally (tentatively) accepted that perhaps supernatural creatures did, in fact, exist and he had been made one of them, he began to experiment. What things did myths have right about vampires and what was pure fiction?

Food was his first problem. When he’d gotten back home after waking up, he was starving. He tried to eat what was in his kitchen but it all tasted like ash in his mouth. Not to mention the fact that it made him sick. He’d spent a good while in the bathroom vomiting after every attempt he made to eat regular food.

His heart was still beating, and he wasn’t ice cold to the touch. It seemed enough evidence to write off the “undead” portion of vampire legends. His physiology had changed, that was for sure, but he wasn’t dead. He was physically faster, he didn’t feel the need to sleep as much as he used to, though he frequently slept during the day to pass the time. His sense of smell had increased drastically, making him able to gather a lot of uncomfortable facts about a person that he’d really rather not be privy to.

Garlic was no more of an irritant to him than any other food. Aversion to iron and silver was correct since it burned him like acid at the slightest touch. That had been an unpleasant discovery.

Fai wasn’t about to experiment with wooden stakes, unwilling to put his life at risk like that. Sunlight, on the other hand, he’d tested. He didn’t burst into flame immediately but it was agonizing. His eyes struggled to adjust and he developed a sunburn in record time. After more testing he discovered an hour in direct sunlight left him with blistering third degree burns and he’d decided to stop then. He was relieved to find the burns healed within days, no treatment needed.

Finding out his new limits wasn’t the only thing on his mind. His memories surrounding the change were gone, from leaving his apartment to go work to waking up nearly two weeks later in an abandoned church. He’d tried so hard to piece things together, but what little he’d been able to gather left more questions than answers. What had he been doing that lead to this? How had he been turned? What had happened in the two weeks that he had no memory of?

What little he had uncovered had lead him back to where he stood, in front of the old stone altar in the rundown church he’d woken up in. There was a rusty stain on one end; his own blood he guessed. Why had he agreed to meet someone here? He must have known it was a bad idea. Normal people didn’t meet in churches that hadn’t been touched in decades, maybe even longer. There were holes in the roof, most of the old stained glass windows boarded up with plywood, and a thick layer of dust over floor and rows of rotting pews. If only he could remember who he’d met. Even just a name or a face, something that would help him piece things together.

He’d reached his hand out to touch the altar when his ears picked up a sound behind him. He wasn’t alone.

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I have a SERIOUS case of the cosplay bug too. I've been dying to make Kurogane's Clow outfit

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Clow actually is one of the outfits I haven’t done yet. RIP My Tsubasa group kinda disbanded so that killed my drive to cosplay and even roleplay as this mage for a long while. 

-attaches Default con room selfie because oh that coat is fluffy-

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[Hey! sorry for this late greeting, I don’t normally do that but if you want to plot, my messanger’s open or you can reply on this post. Nice to meet you btw~ <3 ]