the fallen leaves crunch underneath his feet with every step he takes, the autumnal wind gently caressing the exposed skin of his arms and playing with his blonde locks as he walks further into the woods. it's surprisingly calm and quiet, and luhan can only enjoy the silence — as long as it lasts.
he comes to a sudden stop as he hears something moving not far from him, but when he smells them, recognizes them by their scent, he is confirmed that he is not in danger of any sort. immediately relaxing, luhan just loosens his grip on his jacket he's holding while letting a soft sigh escape past his lips.
it’s just taeyong.
— and he may have sensed luhan as well, since the noises coming from a distance start to increase, signifying that he was getting closer. but luhan keeps on walking, kicking the ground with the tip of his shoes, leaves and dirt spreading all over the place, and oh — they are smudging his shoes. he pouts, cutely, but doesn't stop what he's doing until the sigma is nearer.
“shouldn't you be at school?” he questions, his gaze slowly turning from the ground to the young werewolf, offering him a semi-smile.
Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
They were of different polarities.
It should be a natural instinct, they should share a mutual bond of aversion considering what they truly were, and she should nourish feelings of hatred towards him, it was the natural thing to convey. A vampire and a werewolf were, after all, declared enemies even if under a peace treaty.
And yet, after receiving so many of those innocent smiles, those unchanging gestures from the younger boy lost in a deep slumber, snuggling closer to her body as he lied against her lap, she couldn’t help but to acknowledge him as one of the treasures she is lucky to have around and that she would like to keep until the end of times. A soft smile danced across her lips as her slender fingers tangled in between the soft locks of his raven colored hair, each and every single member of the serpentine coven would claim she had gone mental if they observed her fraternizing with the enemy.
However, that was the least of Serin’s concerns for the time being. Through the entire picnic under the starlight of the midnight sky, the younger boy had been a lot quieter than usual, for a glimpse of second the vampire could even state she had seen a flash of sadness, perhaps anxiousness darkener his orbs before Taeyong eventually gave in to the heavy eyelids and the vampire gently adjusted his body to make him more comfortable.
To say something was bothering the young werewolf was an understatement and the brunette wasn’t exactly sure to why it troubled her thoughts so badly.
“Noona.” His voice reached her ears in a soft tone, not yet fully awake as he kept on blinking to adjust his sight to the current luminosity and at the same time tried to focus a glance on her features.
“Hn.” She grunted sweetly in response as she diverted her hazel orbs to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow in a silent encouragement for the younger to continue to speak.
“Chocolate?” Taeyong offered, reaching his hand to grasp the small plate of chocolate pie that rested forgotten against the clothe of the picnic towel on the ground, the vampire could tell by the way he first hesitated that it wasn’t what he meant to say.
“You know I dislike sweets.” Narrowing her eyes towards him, she shook her head. “Chocolate isn’t an exception.” And Serin almost regretted her words as the disappointment filled his darker orbs to the point of almost displaying opaque, a heavy sigh left her reddish lips as she drummed her slender fingers against the fabric of the picnic towel impatiently. She was decided to not allow her temper to interfere whenever Taeyong was around her, but whatever was bothering the younger boy was currently flirting with her last nerve. “Also, I thought I made it clear that you can tell me whatever is in your mind, what is wrong to affect you so harshly tonight?”
Her words were blunt as they always were, Serin was cold after all in the most literate meaning of the statement could bring, but to Taeyong they held a despair of concern hidden in between a syllable and another. Serin might be cold, but she offered him a comfort that warmth couldn’t bring.
“You never say anything.” He muttered after a second of silence in a tone that couldn’t be labeled louder than a whisper, perhaps because of embarrassment. “I mean, I know you care about me, but even after many encounters you still don’t say anything.” The younger refused to formulate the sentence in a better way, it was already troublesome enough that he had to voice it out to the reason behind his frustration in the first place.
“Hn.” Was all she hummed in response, as if she had understood where he was trying to reach, the vampire had never been good in expressing any feelings that weren’t related to an explosion of irritations or desire for bloodshed, apparently, that was something she was supposed to start working on once it was affecting the ones around her.
“… Thank you.” Serin muttered after a second of musing, perhaps, it wasn’t the exact words Taeyong longed to hear, but it was what she could offer.
Thank you for accompanying me, thank you for your loyalty, thank you for all of your kind smiles or words, thank you for not giving up on me,
thank you for not being afraid of who I am or what I could become, and thank you for being by my side.
She hoped he was already used to her lack of words to understand what was supposed to be said, but wasn’t, and read between the lines of the eight letters that composed that specific word that meant much more than she could ever express.
“Also.” The vampire called out in the silk voice of hers as she enveloped his frame into a tight hug in response at the soft nuzzles of his warm cheek against her cold shoulder. “About the ‘I dislike sweets’ rule, you’re the only exception, Taeyong-ah.” She offered him a bright smile as she leaned forward to place a gently peck on his forehead.
Almost was the word that precisely defined them, because it would be for the best if nothing happened, Taeyong was still young and Serin would never forgive herself if she dared to taint the innocence and naivety before life had the chance to do so on its own, she cared too much about him to be the one to deceive him.
They were of different polarities. Two polarities that couldn’t crash, otherwise they would doom all the nature laws. Almost was what they were and everything they could ever be.
