𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤.

in  the  end,  all  she  could  hoped  for  was  to  have  her  name  be  honored  for  solving  this  case.  was  it  too  cheesy  to  say  that  it  has  always  been  a  dream  for  her  ?  everything  was  going  well  –  but  of  course,  there  was  even  more  self  doubt  rising  up  within  her  system  because  of  sean’s  disinvolvement  in  the  case.  she  knew  she  should  just  follow  her  orders  and  move  on  but  her  pride  just  couldn’t  bring  itself  to  do  that.  she  makes  her  way  to  observe  the  scene  one  last  time,  maybe  she  missed  a  clue?  maybe  she  missed  something  important  ?  

being  out  this  late  at  night  was  turning  into  a  habit,  a  dangerous  one.

 she  was  about  to  leave  the  area  just  before  she  was  done  taking  a  few  pictures,  but  when  she  felt  a  tall  figure  against  her  back  as  she  took  a  step  away  from  the  crime  scene,  she  immediately  froze.  who  could  be  here  this  late  at  night  ?  and  why  ?  could  it  be  ..  –  no.  the  killer  wouldn’t  dare  to  walk  around  this  area  after  what  they  pulled.    ‘  i’m  sorry  -  excu  ..  ‘ 

he doesn’t mean to follow so close, caught up in his thoughts as the harpy stutters to a stop in the darkness of the alley slightly behind yena. for someone who prided herself on being observational, she wasn’t exactly keen on his presence being nearly right behind her. tugging the hem of his face mask up over his expression, sean blended in well with the shadows around them both ― she wouldn’t know it was him, even if she tried to make out the cat-eye slits that had peered at her with a cold gaze time and time again.

her words, however, strangely make him panic.

the gun is being pulled out of his coat before she can even finish her sentence, sean’s hand unnaturally shaking somewhat as he presses the barrel into her back. he wants to say something, making give her his apologies of some sorts...but he doesn’t, finger pulling on the trigger in a moment of liquid courage as a shot rings out in the alley, only slightly muffled by the bullet’s path ripping through her jacket.

he had done it, yet he felt as if it had cost everything.

     he  could  hear  the  faint  whisperings  of  the  rest  of  the  students  behind  him,  saying  that  the  professor  was  going  to  come  at  any  minute  now.  he  gives  dakota  quickly  rushes  gestures  to  just  throw  the  book  instead  of  using  his  magnificent  rope  idea.  ‘  just  throw  it,  ‘  he  yells  out  to  the  male  as  he  shakes  his  leg  nervously  as  he  heard  the  bell  ring.  ‘  throw  it,    you  freakin  do-  ‘  he  stops  himself  from  saying  anything  else  and  quickly  sits  down  in  his  seat  next  to  the  window  as  his  professor  starts  addressing  the  class  on  their  assignment.

as clever as he was, dakota wasn’t exactly the brightest when it came to the simplest of things ― his fingers fumble with the books as he cranes his head upwards, eyebrow arched in a curious manner at haru’s yelling. even when the other narrowly avoids calling him dog as he had in more tense situations, dakota couldn’t exactly be angry ― in fact, he was highly amused. ever someone to be ‘on top of things’, the idea that he could leave the other hanging dry as retribution caused the flicker of a small smile to tug on his lips ― maybe another time, when he wasn’t actively on the way to encouraging haru to complete his schooling. “ alright, but you asked for it! “ dakota calls back up to him, waiting for the other to move back inside the window before he cranes the items back and launches them upwards with an almost scary velocity and strength to the weapon-of-educational-death that was now heading haru’s way.

in fact, he could even say he was amused when the sound of a loud thump and the yelling of his name from inside the classroom has him clapping a hand over his mouth.

 ‘  did  you  think  this  was  my  choice  to  make  ?  ‘  he  promised  himself  to  not  get  loud,  he  didn’t  want  to  disrupt  the  others  downstairs  or  make  this  problem  more  than  what  it  should  be.  he  presses  the  gun  even  harder  onto  her  forehead,  keeping  his  finger  steady  on  the  trigger.  he  knows  at  any  moment  she  could  easily  take  the  gun  away  from  him  with  her  stealthy  moves  but  as  he  makes  eye  contact  with  her,  there  was  only  one  thing  left  to  say,  ‘  you’re  so  pretty  ..  ‘  he  adds  on  a  slight  smile,  and  for  almost  a  second  he  lets  go  of  the  gun.  ‘  you  know  ..  if  it  were  up  to  me,  i  would  have  kept  you  for  a  little  longer.  maybe  for  68  years,  or  so.  ‘

as the seconds tick by, sekhmet’s anger only heightens ― she’s hurt, and upset. hurt that she was not only being betrayed, but upset that she had even put herself in this position. since day 1 of entering her choice of work, she’d prided herself on separating the personal from the occupational ― jaehyun was the only person, or thing, that had fallen in the grey area of such no matter what she did to discern otherwise.

sekhmet isn’t afraid ― not even when the cold metal of the gun digs into her forehead, sure to leave marks if she made it out alive. and oh she would, the assassin thinks to herself as she listens with gritted teeth. jaehyun’s words, however, seem to be the last straw that breaks the camel’s back ― the surging of emotions reveals itself as she moves with unnatural grace and agility, strength unparalleled as she moves to jerk the gun away and pull the male closer by his arm. what could result in death by others if they even tried seems to be a cakewalk for sekhmet ― twisting jaehyun onto the ground as her foot and fists find his face again and again, the cracking of bone and the warmth of his blood on her skin doing nothing to alleviate the cloud that hung over her. “ if it were up to me.. “ she mocks him with a seething tone. “ i wouldn’t have kept you for more than one. “

why? why was he doing this?

the question presents itself in sean’s mind as he follows relatively-close behind yena, steps brisk across the sidewalk in their pursuit of her latest ‘findings’. in truth, it was much too close to home  ― always a master of the poker face, the chief found it incredibly difficult not to chew his nails to shreds on the way over, teeth grinding painfully as his stress levels began to alarmingly rise. nothing about this was going to plan....except for the original plan of course. the murder had been easy, but the investigation? sean’s attempts at covering his tracks had proved to be only futile in the long run, considering yena’s near obnoxious focus on the case.

it would be admirable, and even a damn bit charming if he wasn’t at the end of the line.

his thumb brushes over the cold metal of his service gun, hidden inconspicuously within his trenchcoat’s deep pockets. she’d never know, and he’d make it quick ― even if he was an asshole and a murderer, he was never cruel. these thoughts run endlessly on loop, trying to reassure himself as they turn into an alleyway on yena’s list of observations ― it would almost be comical at how the situation played itself out.

one thing was sure, though ― even with his approach to yena....he’d come to feel guilty for this decision regardless of what went down in the future.

“ doll? “

within the quiet of the other members’ absence and the solemn aftermath of their first defeat, trin’s voice soft as honey echoes from the green room’s doorway. the dynasty player’s stare is unmoving as he peers gently yet with intent at somi’s huddled figure near the opposite end, sure he would have missed her had he not been looking for her in the first place.

from the moment trin had spotted the dog that was hyungsik standing among the opposing team, he had known that the match would be anything but easy. did he consider them losing? not really. did he consider somi being greatly affected by the fact? most definitely. his footsteps are quick across the carpeted floor as he makes his way over towards the younger, sliding down the wall as he sits beside her. “ you okay? you did great today, you know. “

❝yeah, you sure do look like the picture of health there, glowstick.❞ he muttered under his breath, adjusting the loose-fitted cap. frankly, he looked anything but the normal tone one would expect from a healthy individual, though zander took that as the other’s natural state. ❝tell me something,❞ he pulled up the nearest chair, ❝do you have any idea the trouble that i had to go through today to find your ass?❞ there’s a hint of annoyance embedded in his query as well as his features with a furrowed brow. embarrassment didn’t fully cover the brewing emotions he had gone through earlier in the day. the thought of a bodyguard losing track of his clients while they drunk themselves stupid was enough to tarnish his credibility for the rest of his life.

of all the clients zander had the misfortune of looking after, kokabiel was undoubtedly the most difficult to handle both physically and verbally since he had first taken the job. looking back on it now, he wished their agreement had come with all the various obscure details he regularly faced with the other. ❝i had to call up a buddy of mine to check the cctv cameras around this dump. all the while, you’re hauled up some trashy bar filled with sketchy people, knocked down shots of liquor like it’s friday night. what the hell is your deal, huh? you take pride in being such a pain in the ass?❞

he’s shaking ― shoulder’s slumped, watching zander with a glossy look in his eye that hadn’t graced his expression for a millennia. never allow yourself to feel ; it was a lesson he had taught himself over the years and yet something he came to believe was impossible, considering not only what he was, but also the way zander made him feel.

and maybe, just maybe....in the clouded haze of his drunken state, he would finally make it evident.

he’s moving with a clarity that hadn’t been viewed since that night began, sliding forwards as he reaches forward and grips the edge of zander’s seat. a small yank, coupled with unnatural strength, pulls the other male closer towards him, hand raising to wrap around the other’s nape and tug his head closer. it’s a blatant change in approach to what kokabiel had shown the mortal (as well as the entirety of the human race, rather), yet there lies determination written across his face as the elf moves closer....closer....and then they meet. foreheads pressed tightly against one another, a warmth spreading over either of their skin as a calming and yet supernatural blue begins to glow within kokabiel’s eyes. for a moment, their stares and the silence between them is the only thing that lingers ― then his lids shut, and everything changes.

flashes of memories, thoughts, emotions zip within their minds; moving pictures of kokabiel’s past, time spent drifting among the stars, a boy one with the space around him and yet not at all just the same. the fluttering of hope within his chest as he seeks to help another, the taste of fear on his tongue as he is banished from the only home he has ever known. falling, falling....falling to earth where the bitter scent of pines and the solitude of snow surround him. chained to a form not his own, forced to linger among those who would never understand him.

and when it is all over, there seems to be left with only a singular star in the distance he has yet to find he is afraid of ― zander.

kokabiel pulls back after what feels like an eternity, though the entire ordeal must have merely lasted a few seconds. the glow in his eyes are gone, replaced by tears that flow silently yet freely down ethereal skin. there is vulnerability in the elf’s eyes, pushing himself back on the bed and away from zander’s seated figure until his back hits the crumbling wall and he’s drawing his knees up to his chest. sobriety has filled him, but hope has left him.

“ i’m sorry. “ 

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as practically fucked over as he was, kokabiel had a pretty good sense of understanding what zander was saying ― well, as much as an ageless extraterrestrial could be. his brows furrow almost comically together at the mention of ‘the force’, almost as if he took offense to the statement despite not even knowing what in the seven circles of hell he was talking about. ❝ heh? ❞ kokabiel’s jaw goes slack slightly in confusion, grumbling something inaudible as zander pulls him inside. the building hadn’t been the most ideal of places to live, but for someone who preferred solace and peace of mind, it did its job perfectly.

or, well, about as perfectly as a rundown abandoned factory could.

kokabiel’s hazed eyes peer through the sudden influx of light, immediately falling to the bed in the corner with a deadpan look on his face. pulling away abruptly from zander’s side, the elf staggers over to the piece of furniture and practically collapses on top of it, sitting up haphazardly after a moment to look over at the male before him. ❝ ‘m fine. ❞ he speaks in an unnaturally quiet tone, quite a contrast to before. however, his expression says otherwise ― there is a sad look upon kokabiel’s face, a twinkle of longing almost in his eyes as he picks at his nails and hunches over, head tilting downwards as a silence envelopes them both. ❝ you shoulda’ left me there… ❞

               he  shouldn’t  go  to  some  unknown  location  with  connor ,  others  would  call  him  foolish  as  they  barely  knew  each  other ,  but  something  in  adam  knew  that  it’d  be  okay .  he  remains  silent  —  for  once  in  his  life  —  following  the  other  as  he’d  instructed .  the  spot  is  secluded  and  adam  had  a  feeling  that  it  held  a  very  special  place  in  the  vampire’s  dead  heart ,  maybe  there  was  more  significance  to  the  impending  conversation  than  he’d  originally  thought .      ❛      i’m  trusting  you  not  to  kill  me ,  or  at  least  …  make  it  quick  and  painless .      ❜      he  jokes ,  an  awful  time  to  be  doing  so  since  the  atmosphere  had  definitely  shifted .  the  mortal  does  as  he’s  told  yet  again  and  sits  beside  connor  without  breaking  eye  contact .  he’s  nervous  and  it’s  not  for  his  safety  but  rather  whatever  the  next  words  that  leave  the  other   male  would  be .      ❛      is  —  is  everything  okay  ?  i  mean ,  i  was  just  being  nosy  before  …  you  don’t  have  to  actually  tell  me  what’s  going  on .      ❜

eyes shift over the horizon, hazel orbs speckled with green shining in the golden hour of this fateful afternoon ― one he didn’t know if he’d come to regret embarking on. there’s a comfortable silence, if not tense, that hangs in the air as connor keeps his attention on adam. even something as simple as the male moving to sit beside him causes tingles to run up along the vampire’s arm, shifting it onto his lip to create some distance between them.

“ you can trust me. “ it’s a simple phrase but something connor speaks despite every alarm in his head blaring out like a hellscream. it’s the truth, more or less ― adam could trust me, considering the vampire would never hurt his mate. at least, not physically.

connor’s gaze trails towards the mortal beside him, peering intently without an immediate answer to the question given. part of him was touched by adam’s kindness ― another, irritated in the slightest that his worries had been used against him. but then again, hadn’t they always? “ it has been a very long time since i’ve told anyone anything. “ connor’s lips purse together as he let’s a subtle sign of weakness show ― his shoulders drop and his eyes follow with it. “ i suppose now is as good as ever. when you’re someone like.....me, it’s difficult to even know where to begin. “

                    「I HEAR IT, I HEAR IT, RUNNING LIKE THE WIND 」

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