#xaphun

[cxcophvny]

It felt strange to walk down the familiar hallways of Starlight again. Things had not changed, since the last time he had stepped into the establishment, but things were different. It had been months since he had last seen the elder, and trepidation sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. Would Leo still be here? Would he still want him back? Had he moved on to another? The last few months had turned his life upside down, prevented him from living in the comfortable ignorance he had constructed for himself, and forced him to face his true heritage. Daehyun felt different now. The angel in him had been awakened. 

Paused outside of Leo’s office door, he had to take a moment, fist suspended an inch from the wood. He was stronger now, more powerful and knowledgeable. His brethren had mentored him, somewhat, into the warrior that he needed to be, but they couldn’t erase the human emotions that had become ingrained over his years living as a mortal. That was the reason he had come back. The thought of abandoning his entire life – and the man he cared for the most – was unthinkable. So he knocked. 

In his dream, he was wandering down a long hallway lined with doors. Somehow, he inherently knew that if he tried the knobs, they would all be locked, but he didn’t know why. At the end of the long corridor, there was a large arch and he walked through it, his foot landing on fresh grass. Dark eyes settled on a figure who stood facing away, and he stepped closer. The sun was so bright, Leo had to put his hand up to keep it out of his eyes as he lifted the other to tap the persons shoulder. There was something important about them. Something just out of reach. Just as the figure began to turn, he woke up to an abrupt sound. 

Mildly disoriented, it took a moment before he realized that he had fallen asleep at his desk and that someone was at the door. Shaking the vestiges of the dream off, he rose and made his way to the door, fingers halting just short of the doorknob. Power emanated from the other side, along with something familiar and out of reach. Half expecting the door not to open like those in his dreams, he pulled the knob and opened the door to reveal a breathtaking young male. His brow furrowed before his features smoothed out and he gave the newcomer a light smile. “May I help you?”

[yongguknightwalker]

"You were a sailor and pirate when you were human. You used to raid villages and take stuff. You don't like movies or fireworks or food or cuddling. You're being punished and you're really hungry and..." There was more, if he wanted to delve in the vampires mind, but he refrained. It always bothered him, not knowing what to do with Yongguk; the elder never point-blank refused his friendship, but he didn't encourage it either. Daehyun sniffled. "What do you know about me, then? About my life?"

His brow furrowed, and he had to admit, he hadn’t given the angel much credit. Being wrong made him even more frustrated, shaking his head. “I never said I didn’t like fireworks. They remind me of cannons.” He mumbles, looking back up as the other male questioned him in return. “You used to be an angel..you still are, but you were cast out. You’ve had a family here in this life, they were poor, but they loved you. I don’t know where they are now, but you don’t sound hurt when you mention them so I assume they’re still alive. You live with your cat now, and you’re so naive about love it’s almost comical, but you’re learning. You stick to your morals, even if you do pick and choose which ones you stand by. You won’t let me sleep with you because you have faith in the sanctity of love. You used to burn people alive, but your brothers convinced you not to anymore.”

[yongguknightwalker]

"I don't think we had any ends to meet." What he could remember from his childhood was being cold and hungry and never having a real place to stay. That changed, of course, when his brothers entered the picture, but Daehyun knew that his family had been far below the poverty line before it. "Oh no! Why did you rob people?" His expression turned petulant before brightening, hands clapping together. "Were you like Robin Hood? Stealing from rich people and giving to the poor people?"

“Perhaps it’s different because my family, though poor, knew how to live off the land and their surroundings. I realize that is lost on many people in the modern age.” A snort left him at the implication, shaking his head at Daehyun’s question. “No, not like Robin Hood. I gave to myself, and spent what I got usually as soon as I hit port again. I robbed people because it was the way of life then. Just as it is now. I kill and take their money, clothing, whatever isn’t too noticeable.”

[yongguknightwalker]

It was impossible for him to respond to Yongguk's accusations, only miserable whimpers escaping, and even if he could he wouldn't know what to say. It was true: he couldn't handle Yongguk's anger. He didn't know how to. His shoulders crumpled, wings falling lifeless at his sides. "What do you want then? What should I do?" Surrender and let Yongguk him, the way his brothers did when they were mad? Apologize on his knees? Daehyun wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, eyes downcast.

How could he answer that? If Yongguk were honest, it would surely be a weakness to admit it out loud. So he remained silent, trying to breathe in an effort to see through the red of his anger. “Do you know anything about my life? When is the last time you bothered to ask? I can’t explain to you how to treat me, but if you say you care, then you’ll care and not run away.”

[cxcophvny]

Send ◑ for a bright moment in my muse’s life. Send ◐ for a dark moment in my muse’s life.

Rain pounded outside, some of the water finding it’s way through the meager roofing of the slaves quarters and onto the huddling forms below. The young, dark-haired male’s lanky frame curved into the solidly built man’s beside him, using the excuse of warmth to ward off any unforgiving eyes. He was using the other for warmth, but not from the unforgiving icy rain. The first of many tendrils of heat wrapped around his spine as he curled up in the dirty hay, his fingers tightly wrapped in the ragged fabric of the male’s worn clothes. He didn’t know it yet, but this was love. His first, and he was to be indescribably happy. However, as most first loves are want to do, it would also bring his first heartache. It was one of the first bright moments in eight years and the beginning of his downward spiral into the unfathomable pit of revenge.

This was one month before he gave his heart away for the first time and one month and two days before his first kill.

[yongguknightwalker]

Daehyun's sniffles turned to whimpers and then choked sobs as he tried to stop himself from openly wailing in front of Yongguk. It confused and hurt him, having the elder so cross without a reason. "F-Fine." His wings extended, stubbornly pressing his lips together. He wouldn't grovel for Yongguk's friendship.

“You’d really just leave? Just like that?” Yongguk snaps as the other begins to break in front of him. On the most mundane of days Daehyun had showed more effort to keep Yongguk around, and now just because he was angry the angel was ready to toss away their friendship entirely? How weak. “You can’t handle me like this, hm? It’s not all rainbows and butterflies out there, not for anyone, especially not for me. If you can’t take it then you don’t deserve the happiness you play at.”

[yongguknightwalker]

Squiggly drunk thing

“You never understand when I just want you to ask how I’m doing. Why don’t you get that? You want to be my friend, but you don’t understand me at all.”

[yongguknightwalker]

For the second time in a short period, Daehyun found himself being yelled at. Shrinking away from Yongguk, his eyes welled up with tears. He sniffled, and then began to cry. "Fine!" His voice cracked, caught between anger and sadness. "I-I I hate you!"

“You never understand anything.” He shoots back, jaw set in a firm line as he watches the other wither away from him. “Hate me then! If you think you can.” He wasn’t sure Daehyun could really let himself hate anything, a product likely of his angelic nature.