—☽˚⟨ young gods

it’s been one of those weeks. the nightmares have been getting bad again, the faces of the people he killed (hungrily, and out of control, but still killed) haunting him every time he closes his eyes. he tries telling himself it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t believe it, and the guilt settles heavy in marcus’ stomach. it’s been two whole years since marcus last accidentally killed someone, but he still doesn’t know how to deal with any of the aftermath. mostly he’s just been trying to avoid sleep. 

he sighs, leaning back against the back of the bench he’s sitting on, and rubs a hand over his face as he hears footsteps approaching. he groans, letting his hand slide off his face as he looks to see who the hell decided to trek to this secluded part of campus in the middle of a rainy night. “didn’t anybody every tell you to stay away from brooding vampires in the dark?”

it caitee again! here with muse no.2, welcome to the stage, marcus wu. he’s a vampire, a fashion major, a chaotic gay, and a massive dork. he’s also on the baseball team (he totally doesn’t use his vampire powers to cheat at all) and in the fashion club. profile is here, bio is here ( though everything in the bio is also under the cut ), and some basic plots up here. gonna post a starter for this guy soon too, also feel free to like this post/dm me (on hoetaek please!)/all that good stuff if you wanna plot!

tyler can feel the shift in marcus’ demeanor when the weight of the situations finally dawns on him. “hey,” tyler whispers softly to him, “listen to me, okay? we’re going to be fine.” he can feel the other’s hand start to shake in his own and pulls him to his chest again. “we’re going to be fine,” he repeats, “i’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay? but, we need to move.” he looks up over marcus’ shoulder only to see a hunter with a bow aimed toward them and an arrow already on it’s way. “no!” he shouts, shoving the other man to the side. it goes clean through his stomach and the fact that it doesn’t immediately heal tells him it has to be silver, but it won’t kill him. it’ll just take a bit longer for the skin to regenerate. he kneels next to where he pushed the other to the ground. “i’m sorry. are you okay?” he gets out, hand tight over his own stomach. his vision blurs for a moment and he thinks belatedly that there might have been some type of poison on the arrow. “i don’t—,” his head swims, but he distinctly sees the hunter loading another arrow, “hunter,” he gets out brusquely. “marcus, you— you have to go without me. i’ll kill him, but you have to go now.” he thinks he might cry, or maybe he’s already crying, he’s not sure. everything’s too overwhelming and he just needs his best friend to get out of there.

one moment marcus is starting to believe tyler, starting to almost feel... safe there, pressed into tyler’s chest, his voice comforting and familiar. the next moment he’s being pushed to the ground, and he looks up just in time to see an arrow shoot right through his best friend’s stomach. an arrow that definitely would’ve hit him if he hadn’t been pushed. “no... NO!” he moves to get up but tyler’s already there, kneeling in front of him, apologising for some reason marcus doesn’t understand and he’s shaking his head before the other has even finished talking. “tyler.. what the fuck?” he grips tyler’s shoulders, holds on to him tight. he can tell something’s wrong, something more then just an arrow to the stomach, but almost as soon as marcus finishes talking tyler’s warnings reach his ears, and he whips his head around to look at the hunter in question. he hears tyler telling him to go, to leave him, but marcus doesn’t have to think to know there’s no way he’s doing that. instead he gets to his feet, and leaps at the hunter.

he’s acting out of instinct again, going for the arm first, bending it back at the shoulder until he hears a crack and the hunter drops the crossbow. then he grabs the guy’s head, twisting until he hears another sickening crack, and he falls. he’s about to turn back to tyler when suddenly someone else is on him, and a scream of pain escapes his lips as something sharp—a knife? a dagger?—cuts across his back. whatever it was it was laced with something because it burns as it slices, but marcus barely registers the pain. instead he grabs this new hunter by the throat, and sinks his teeth into their neck, ripping and tearing at the flesh until this one too goes limp. he doesn’t stop to think, instead just goes straight back to tyler, ignoring his own wound to pull his shirt off and press it to tyler’s. “there’s no fucking way I’m leaving you. I can’t lose you, okay? so... fuck. either I get out of this with you by my side or not at all, nothing... nothing matters except for you.”

the first thing he thinks of is marcus. he has to find marcus immediately, but he doesn’t want to leave inha alone. hyunbin will probably come for them, right? he thinks briefly. there’s a part of him that feels like an asshole for wanting to hand her off to someone else, but marcus has to be his priority right now. he.. he can’t live like this without him. he won’t. before he can think about leaving the area to look for his best friend, there’s something flying towards him. he hears it before he sees it: a silver arrow. he catches it in his hand and it has to have something on it because it burns like hell, but he flips it around and throws it back in the direction it came from. a shout of pain reaches his ears and he knows he hit his unseen target.

fuck this, he thinks and is about to run off when he sees the man in question that he’s been wanting to find. the first thing that passes through his mind is “thank fucking god”; the other is blood. so much blood. he’s still standing, stunned, when the other’s body crashes into his. his arms wrap around the other’s middle out of instinct, keeping him close. he sees the frantic look in marcus’ eyes and nods his head. “i’m okay, i’m fine, i’m okay,” he chants, before rushing out, “is this your blood? marcus, focus for a second. this isn’t yours, right?” he’d heal, tyler tells himself. it can’t be his, there’s no way. but, he still can’t help the questions. he has to be sure that marcus isn’t hurt. his hands seem to have a mind of their own, reaching up to wipe at the other’s mouth while taking in a ragged breath. “okay, we have to go. these hunters are everywhere,” he says, pulling the marcus’ hands away from his face and holding one in his hand tightly. “please stay behind me. you— i can’t let you get hurt.”

marcus blinks back at tyler when he asks about the blood, and it takes him a moment to register what he’s talking about. “oh. it’s not... I’m okay, it’s not mine, there was a hunter, he came at me but...” it dawns on marcus then, exactly what’s going on here, the true weight of this situation, the fact that he’d just ripped some guy’s throat out without a second thought, but also the fact that that guy was inches away from killing him, that there are more people out here who want to kill him, kill tyler, that either of them could be dead at any second. he feels his hands starting to shake, he’s fucking terrified, but he forces himself to focus on the man in front of him. tyler is okay, they’re together, and right now they’re alive. they’ve been through a lot of shit together, tyler has gotten marcus out of tight spots on countless occasions, and sure maybe they haven’t gone up against anything as bad as this, but as long as they’re together they’re going to be okay. right? as tyler takes his hand, holds on tight, marcus takes a deep breath in and lets himself believe it. “okay, I’ve got your back. I can’t let you get hurt either, okay? I—” can’t live without you. “we have to get through this together.”

the hunter drops but marcus doesn’t spare him another glance, just continues on in his full speed search, not taking any notice of the blood now splattered on his face and clothes. he finally spots tyler, somewhere close to where his tent was marcus thinks, though it’s hard to tell location in this chaos. marcus runs with renewed energy, slowing down just enough as he gets closer to not completely bowl the two of them over as he practically crashes into tyler, flinging his arms around his best friend and holding him close. “are you okay?” he asks in a rushed, breathless gasp, pulling away enough to rest his hands on either side of tyler’s face, looking at him with frenzied concern. “are you hurt? we need to get the fuck out of here.” 

he’d just directed woojin to a crossroads, and marcus pauses as he considers the two paths ahead of him. “okay,” he says into the walkie talkie. “the left path is a a little more straight forward and will probably get you to the end faster, except there’s this like vine creature thing blocking the way. the right path is clear of creatures, but it’s longer and kind of winds back in on itself a little bit before you’re really moving forward. I’ll guide you either way, but I think it’s going to have to be up to you which direction you wanna go,” he explains, probably sounding much smarter and more professional then he normally would in.. literally any other situation. 

if anyone else had asked him this type of favor, he would have absolutely turned them down. but, it’s marcus and, unfortunately, he can’t deny that boy anything. he’s walking towards the forest with his hands in his pockets when he spots him. the other is surrounded in suitcases and he takes a deep breath. it’s going to be a long night. a smile graces his features when marcus notices him and starts waving. he nods his head in greeting, “yes, yes, i’m here. i told you i would be,” he sighs, but doesn’t shrug his arm off like he would most people. marcus isn’t most people.

“i’m as ready as i’ll ever be,” he mutters, looking over the clothes that his best friend is pointing out to him. they all seem to be of a similar theme and he sees lots of black, but every outfit looks great; they always do. his head snaps up at marcus comment and he’s sure he has a look of disbelief on his face. “are you serious right now?” he deadpans, looking at the forest behind them and then back at the other. “you want me to—,” he takes a deep breath and rubs at his temples. what else did he expect, honestly? “whatever. i doubt anyone’s out here this late anyways,” he says as he heads to the wall of trees. he stations himself behind one and is changed in record time. the pants fit like a second skin and the shirt is completely see-through. the fact that he knows he looks good doesn’t make him any less self-conscious. he heads back towards marcus, fidgeting with his sleeves. there’s an embarrassed smile on his face by the time he reaches him. “is it okay?” he asks.

“I know, I’m sorry, it was the one thing I didn’t think about,” marcus says in response to tyler’s reaction to having to change behind a tree, and he scrunches his nose up into an expression he hopes is both apologetic and pleading at the same time. he lets out a sigh of relief when tyler agrees and starts walking towards the forest. “thank you! this is why you’re the best and I love youuu!” he calls out behind him, before turning to his equipment and starting to set up the lights. marcus has a vision; he’s going for a sexy/chic creature-of-the-night aesthetic with this lookbook, has picked the perfect section of forest to serve as the backdrop, and is pretty sure he knows where he needs the lights to be to illuminate his best friend in just the right way. he’s about half way through setting up when tyler walks back out, and marcus freezes in place when he catches sigh of his best friend.

it’s not that he didn’t know tyler was going to look good in the clothes he picked for him. the truth is, in marcus’s mind, tyler is the most beautiful person in the world, and he designs almost all his clothes for tyler—of course you’d have to tie him up and force a truth potion down his throat to get him to say this out loud to anyone let alone tyler himself. but it’s one thing imagining tyler in a particular outfit, another thing entirely to see it in person. tyler looks.... hot. so hot that it has marcus’s cold dead heart beating frantically, and his hands feeling oddly clammy. seems tyler’s changing room wasn’t the only thing marcus didn’t think about. breathe, marcus, he tells himself firmly. it’s not like you haven’t seen him looking extra attractive before, just focus, you’ve got a job to do. he takes a deep breath, forces one of his signature grins onto his face, and gives tyler a totally platonic thumbs up. “you look incredible.” the compliment is genuine, but marcus does his best to make it seem like a bro-complimenting-bro moment and not like he really wants to run his hands over tyler’s chest and smash their lips together. “let me just finish setting these lights up and then we’ll start.”

he focuses his attention on the lights, keeping his eyes away from tyler as much as possible. he’s going to be spending the rest of the night with his eyes focusing very specifically on his far-too-attractive best friend, so he’s using this brief moment to mentally prepare himself. he’s done almost too quickly, though, and his attention returns to tyler as he backs up a little, getting his camera out and motioning for tyler to come stand in the middle of the rectangle of forest that’s currently framed by the lights. “so if you hadn’t guessed I’m going for a sexy vibe for this shoot, so just be yourself and it should be fine,” marcus says with a grin, keeping his tone light and joke-y even though he kind of means it. “just like...” he hesitates on what he’s going to say next. he’s going to regret it later, he’s sure, but he has a job to do, and, well, there’s no harm in leaning into the fantasy a little while they’re here right? “pretend I’m someone you’re super attracted to and you’re trying to seduce me.”

she’s finished “healing” for the night, her strength back in full as she makes her way back from the beach. despite only having parted from the ocean for a short while, she can already feel the pull from it, her stride lengthening. it calls out to her, beckons her to return, hyeri continuing to show the ocean her back. it’s a feeling she is accustomed to, she never truly feels at “ease” until she’s back under the ocean’s tides and waves-the “perk” of being a siren. the brunette lets out a soft sigh, adjusting her clothes as she makes her way back to the dorms. it is tiring longing for the ocean and for it to long you back, it is a feeling she tries to ignore most of the time. atleast the sky is darkened, hiding her from curious eyes. 

hyeri startles, nearly jumping in her spot, from the sudden onslaught of yelling. nearly steps and breaks that pencil in half. she looks up, searching for the voice in the trees, and struggling to find them in the darkness of the night and the shroud of the trees. the siren had spoke too soon, a dark shadow passing over her face for a split second as she realizes someone is here. her eyes dart from branch to branch, searching, but finding nothing. a moment passes before she gives up, bending down to pick up the pencil. the object stays in her hand as she looks back up, “why are you up there?” the question leaves her lips as she plays with the pencil between her fingers, wiggling it back and forth, “i can’t see you so i don’t know where to throw it.” 

marcus winces slightly at the way hyeri startles, feeling bad for suddenly yelling at her out of nowhere. he hadn’t really thought about how dark it is, and the fact that non-vampire eyes (like those of a siren, for example) probably wouldn’t be able to see him up the tree, shrouded in darkness, as clearly as he can see her down on the ground. “sorry!” he calls out, trying to shift himself into a position where the moonlight would allow her to see him. “I’m right— actually you know what I’ll just come down.” he gives up with a laugh. he jumps from branch to branch, his vampire agility allowing him to land about two feet in front of hyeri with ease.

“it’s just me, sorry for startling you,” he greets her, genuinely apologetic. marcus wouldn’t say hyeri is one of his closest friends, but he’s seen her around enough to offer a smile and a wave in passing, and he likes her enough to feel bad about scaring her. “I was working on some designs for class,” he explains, starting to answer he earlier question. “we’re supposed to be designing nature-inspired fashions so I thought sitting in a tree was a good idea. apparently not though cause I have barely anything to show for it except for a vague skirt idea, a dropped pencil, and a startled friend.” he scrunches his nose up, scratching the side of his head sheepishly. “anyway, thanks for stopping and picking up my pencil, I hope me yelling at you from the dark didn’t ruin your night.”

             YAYA’S  JOURNEY  BECOMING  a  ghost  had  been  full  of  ups  &  downs .  a  crazy  rollercoaster  ride  which  had  taught  the  girl  the  various  pros  &   cons  that  were  coupled  along  with  stepping  over  into  the  afterlife .  & ,  while  she  had  quickly  learned  that  her  inexperience  walking  through  walls  or  making  herself  solid  ,  made  life  quite  difficult .  the  spirit  was  still  stuck  on  whether  never  sleeping ,  was  a  good  ,  or  bad  thing .  it  had  it’s  perks ,  of  course .  &  not  needing  to  dedicate ,  at  least ,  a  few  hours  to  recharge  meant  for  unlimited  time  to  get  things  done ,  or  simply  cause  a  little  mischief .  that  aspect  was  great .   but ,  it  was  boredom  she  often  times  found  herself  faced  with .  a  definite  con  to  the  whole ,  being  awake  twenty-four  hours ,  thing .  with  such  an  issue ,  it  was  exactly  that  problem ,  which  had  the  ghost  venturing  outside .  searching  for  something  to  keep  herself  entertained .

             that’s  how  she  found  herself  under  this  tree .  simply  passing  by ,  before  it  was  a  foreign  object  which  had  come  falling  from  the  sky .  naturally ,  it  was  a  jump  that  had   been  exerted  through  her  shoulders .  hands  flying  up  in  a  position  almost  as  if  she  was  ready  to  swing  at  the  air .  yet ,  it  was  a  familiar  voice  which  had  the  tension  in  her  body  language  suddenly  dissolve .  a  grin  immediately  spreading  across  her  features  as  she  looked  up  to  meet  marcus’  gaze .  “  not  cool  man  !!  you  almost  scared  me  half  to  death .. &  that’s  saying  something  . “  the  ghost  laughs ,  picking  up  the  other's  pencil .  floating  up  to  join  him  as  she  hands  it  over .  “  what  are  you  doing  up  here  ??  “ she  questions ,  eyes  growing  curious  as  they  fall  upon  his  sketch  pad . “ are  you  drawing  or  something  ??  “

marcus grins down at yaya when she spots him, unable to keep himself from laughing at her reaction to his pencil falling in front of her. “sorry yaya! it was an accident,” he calls down to her, still chuckling. he shifts back into the comfortable position he’d been in earlier as yaya floats up to him, taking his pencil off her with a grateful nod. “I’m doing homework, believe it or not,” he answers her question, turing his sketchbook around to show her the skirt he’d drawn. it’s pretty basic, he’d just added some floral details before he’d gotten stuck, but it’s still not exactly the best thing he’s ever designed. “we’re supposed to be creating nature-inspired designs, but I’m not having much luck, I think I have creative block,” he explains, making a face and tapping the side of his head with the eraser end of his pencil.

“what are you up to? do you wanna do something fun? I don’t think I’m getting any more work done tonight.” marcus closes his book, sitting up and tilting his head hopefully as he looks at yaya. in all honesty, he’s bored, and he’s glad it was yaya who was walking by at the right time. she’s one of marcus’s favourite people to hang out with, they always have fun together, and right now getting into some mischief with yaya sounds way more appealing then sitting in this tree trying (and failing) to get some work done.

he perks up when he catches sight of < @tylerwxng > approaching, lifting both his arms up to wave in greeting. “ty, ty, ty, ty!” he calls out, shifting his weight from leg to leg in time to his chant-like greeting. he pulls him in to wrap an arm around his shoulders in a kind of sideways hug as soon as he’s close enough, patting him enthusiastically on the shoulder. “are you ready? I think we’re in for a fun night!” marcus grins, pulling away to lay the suitcase full of clothes on the ground. “so I have like, a million outfits planned, but I think I’ve sorted them into an order in my head from best to.. less best, so if we don’t get to all of them then it’s still going to be a good shoot,” he explains, opening up the suitcase and pulling out the first outfit: tight leather-look jeans and a long sleeved black mesh t-shirt with roses embroidered across the back. he goes to hand the clothes over along with a pair of slick black ankle boots, when he suddenly realises that, amongst all his planning for the shoot, he hadn’t thought about where tyler was supposed to get changed. “uh... do you mind getting changed behind a tree? it’s pretty dark and there’s like no one around, and I can scare off anyone who might decide to wonder over?” 

—☽˚⟨ MARCUS WU ↳ TASK ONE : QUESTIONARE