𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓎

Minkyu’s never had a date like this; he’s never had an entire aquarium bought out for the sake of privacy and he doubts many others have either. Slowly, he’s been coming to learn that his lover’s financial status is far greater than anything he ever could have guessed or imagined, not that it makes much of a difference to how he feels. He hooks a leg across Hyuntae’s thigh at the urging touch, pressing his face into the safe pillow of his arm to hide a bout of shyness at his own gesture. They may only have the fish as witnesses but it still feels public.  “It’s unreal,” Kyu confesses honestly, his voice somewhat muffled by their current position. His heartbeat is anything but calm though, setting a hummingbird’s pace against his rib cage. “Do you take all your first dates here? I can’t even imagine how you’d top this, honestly. It’s magical.”

perhaps it was a bit self indulgent to visit the museum when he heard of the painting on display. but in all reality iago’s entire life was a bit self indulgent so this was nothing in comparison. iago liked to visit museum’s in his old age. looking at the history that he took apart of and even interacted with. some of the artist’s names rolled off of his tongue like one would talk about an old friend. because in reality that’s what they were, old friends. but this painting was special to iago. he was still a young vampire when it was painted and had used his charms to get the painter to paint him. and then of course to bed him. and then as the hunger boiled in his stomach iago did what iago does best, he fed.

but that isn’t something that the human world has any idea of. in fact the subject of the painting was something of a mystery from what he overheard. it brings a smile on his face that he was involved with history so much and yet he remained another passer by. iago was mulling his thoughts when he was suddenly alerted to the stranger standing next to him. a nice tall handsome man iago noted. 

“ do you think they’ll ever find the subject in the painting ? “ he asks looking over to the stranger. 

Admiring art is something that Eve still manages to do despite his occupation if not because of it. Steaing it being his trade almost makes it more difficult for him to process it in any way that doesn’t involve a price tag, and even now as he stands by and studies all of the best features of one of his favorite pieces in here, he can’t help but wonder what it is that he could get for it. Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe that’s just part of the price he’s paid to be who he is today, to have gone through what he has and dealt with it in this manner. He wishes things could be different, sometimes. Maybe all of the time.

He’s a confident little thing, isn’t he? The darker part of Heejoon’s nature is inwardly satisfied; despite the fact that he’s told himself he doesn’t need to feed, the temptation of temptation has his apatite whetted. Lust, desire, rolls off of the other in waves and Heejoon aches to consume it. Only through centuries of practice and with the added inconvenience of an audience he’d have to glamour into obliviousness does he resist. “I can’t imagine one such as yourself ever settling, no,” he purrs contemplatively. “But surely, one of them has something to offer that would please you.” He says it in such a way that makes it obvious he doesn’t believe in his own words. In actuality, his minxish counterpart has made the best decision by waiting it out. 

Should Heejoon continue to exercise self control, the other was in for an enjoyable night that would leave him properly exhausted in only the best possible way. He’d be teetering on the brink of too-far, too-much, and one greedy move from the demon would snub out the life force that’s burning so brightly before him now. "And if I hadn’t picked up on your hints? Not that your bedroom eyes were particularly subtle, mind you.” He takes a half step closer, his sheer height alone requiring a tip of the other’s head. “What then?”

A small smile spreads over his lips, evidently allowed to show through despite --- or perhaps because of --- the game he’s made of playing coy with him. Dark eyes glitter in the low light, and he watches the other person like he might look at a meal, practically licking his lips for all the good it will do him. Why his first target had to be someone so gorgeous is beyond him, but he isn’t going to be complaining about that. If anything, it gives him even more of an in than he would’ve had otherwise, and his obvious attraction to him helps that, too. There’s a sort of chemistry sparking between them that can’t be accounted for faking it all, but Jake figures that he might as well have some fun with it if he’s going to be doing it at all. “Do you think I should go and ask them? Comb my way through them one by one, hoping to find someone even half as interesting as you?”

vivian was still new to the club scene. she hadn’t forced herself to actually leave her apartment in what felt like months. too busy she told herself. too busy to leave the apartment function like a regular person. vivi needed the fresh air, needed the interaction. time passed by painfully slow and fast for the witch lately. the club scene got her blood pumping again, got her blood whirring underneath the neon lights and thumping bass. vivian had locked eyes with a very interesting woman earlier and here she was.

how fate makes such interesting twists she thought as she watched the other approach. eyebrow raised as she asks the question and swirls her drink. 

“sazerac, i like the red color.” vivian purrs back. “looking to buy me another or were you curious ?“ she asks before taking another sip of her drink.

All unyielding eye contact and a confident smile to match, Cherry toys with her hair as she looks over at the other person, feeling very much like investing her time into this isn’t going to be a waste. She tends to have a sense for such things, and she likes the purr in her voice that comes along with her response. “Why can’t it be both? I’m a naturally curious person, but it’d be a lie to say I didn’t come over here without any intention of giving you whatever it is that you want.” Flirting with her, Cherry lays it on thick, obvious for what it is and her delivery of it. Flirting with girls is always more exciting than flirting with anyone else, and especially when they are girls who look at her the way this one does.