#oujix

[ximpvlsive-blog]

"I thought I'd never see you again."

➤ oujix:

"I thought I'd never see you again." 

{ &; certainly the feeling was mutual, her faith in most things were  usually  weary.   hanging on a loose string until it was close to potentially snapping when the pressure hits. they'resitting besides one another on the couch,   similar to how itused to be over the past years but it doesn't  feel  right.   shedoesn't  feel  comfortable in being around his presence likebeforehand.   cheek  resting  on  the  top edge of the couch,originally where the side of her neck was.   eyes  resting onnothing else but him, admiring his side profile without spea-king another word. this, this isn't how it should be betweenthem.   sungkyung  knows that but with a thought ponderinginside of her mind, she couldn't help but feel doubtful. mixedemotions to where  her  heart's  racing  faster than it shouldbe. their bodies keep a distance but they're close, physicallybut it seems like leo's further away than he should be. } 

❝Yea'?❞ { ` and it hurts a little more when she has to assu-me  that  maybe  one  day  there's going to be that momentwhere her back is grazed along her  mattress,   questioningbut never receiving any answers. waiting but earning nothing.teeth slightly resting along the inside  of  her  cheek,   a  softsigh, barely audible emitting out of her mouth.   she  wantedto come closer to the older male. rest her face along the sideof  his  neck,   inhale  that familiar aroma she longed for andto keep close the way they used to in the past when his armswrapped around her delicate frame. it's not like that, not anylonger. } 

❝And I thought that you wouldn't come back to see me again.❞

[madeintokyo]

( oujix )

"Alright, alright." there's a small voice that came out of his lips as he walks forward, keeping a hand over the latter's shoulder while letting his lips curl slightly at the familiarity of the voice that somewhat took him off guard. Leo takes another step, lithe fingers threading through the man's hair before he speaks fully. "I'm sorry for leaving, I had to do it. But I'm here now, aren't I?"

[ his grip on the bag tightens, the blood it contains nearly pouring out due to such subtle action born of surprise as soon as the young man drops into view, pulling him slowly out of his deep reverie & his bewilderment is still clear, mapped all over his delicate features. by now, there are no hard feelings whatsoever, they are just the same boys when they were much younger (and perhaps closer) — they can never really stick together, they always have to leave ; it's written in the stars, he supposes. ] " ... It's okay. " [ i understand, he adds silently. he's been doing the same thing to others, after all and it hurts (but he had to do it). there's a wisp of a smile on his lips at the contact then, fingers running through his hair, it's a familiar thing. he merely hums, moves a fraction away so that his lion could sit down. ] " We always find each other, anyway. " [ and like this, he thinks they are closer than before. ]

[shemren-blog]

oujix

❝I said close your eyes.❞ ( — !! the words were nothing more than a command, it wasn’t an inquiry, nor a request that she should follow because he knew that whatever the woman is, she would never abide to it—and seeing as the woman opened her eyes  before he could finish his deed was a little nerve wracking, he always wanted to have peace right after the show; it was lucky for her that he was around the corner when she was attacked by unruly vampires around the city, those rouge vampires that doesn’t want anything but human blood, although as far as he could sense it, she is nothing more than just human, she seems to be something else. as he closes the gap between them, with blood stained hands and clothing, he keeps her close, his senses were keen at night and he knows not to deal with people around the corner since he has a fragile being in his arms, he has to take her home. ) ❝Stay still. This will be a rough ride.❞ (— saving people wasn’t his forte, not in this era where his goody-two shoes of a brother were the one in charge of that, he, too is an unruly vampire, set to take things up to the notch, pushing himself further, taking the balance off the palm of his hand. leo takes the woman in hand, leading her close to a small alley, only to hoist her up in his back so he could have a better grip of her weakened body, quickly rushing by the end of the bricked wall as he hops from the tin cans of garbage—up to the roof. ) ❝Keep quiet.❞

She barely registered his command, and, through the haze of her thoughts, had no intention whatsoever to follow it, either. It didn’t seem like he really cared whether she did or not, anyway, and she was thankful for it. She had such a hard time keeping her thoughts in order now… What she knew full well, however, was that she hadn’t been paying attention as she should have. No children of the night should have been able to corner her as they did, to capture her before she could think of any spell, less so cast it. And when he stepped in, the perfect modern day image of a knight in shining armor at that point, although she knew full well the spell she had to cast, she found herself unable to. She was empty, void of magical energy, and the supreme irony was that now her ‘off-hand weapon’, as she liked to refer to blood magic as, was impossible. She knew full well that the vampire had taken too much blood for her to be able to sacrifice any more.

She only hums in acknowledgment at his words, not quite managing to focus enough as to give him a proper response. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of his clothing, with a desperation that would make her feel ashamed if she could feel anything at all by that point. She could not. She felt empty, and for a moment, wished she had been paying more attention to her anatomy classes. She could – vaguely – remember how much blood a human could lose and live… but an elf? It was surely less. And how much had she lost? Her head was spinning with all the questions.

Normally, she would have been offended by his request to be silent when she already was. Normally, she may have snapped at him for it. But normally, she wasn’t the one to emerge out of a battle defeated. That, she had to admit, had a rather poor effect on her talkativeness. So she nodded, although she knew full well he couldn’t see, making an effort to glance around, to try and figure out where was he headed to.