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some angels fall from grace - - -

Strong hands grabbed hold of his wings and he discovered the true meaning of pain as they were torn from his shoulder blades. The third angel, the ringleader of the trio, plunged a hand into his chest, and in a blinding flash of light, his Grace was ripped out of him before his very eyes. You are not fit to be an angel of the Lord. You’ll do well to remember that on your way down.

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On weekends he returns to the family orchard to visit his loved ones and to help with its management, preparing for when all responsibilities will fall to him. As he’s gotten older, the voices have gotten louder and the nightmares of intense pain and falling forever have become more vivid. Sometimes, they’re dreams instead of nightmares. Sometimes he’s not falling, but flying.

  He kept running as quick as possible, although knowing there was no point — the vampire could outrun him any day. But Sehun seemed to be running at a normal speed, and that made Luhan even happier. So for now, he looks to the from to make sure he wouldn’t trip over something. That would be both painful and embarrassing. He squeals with each obstacle he avoids. He’s giggling so much that, mixed with running, he quickly runs out of breath. But he’s persistent - he continues running no matter how hard it’s getting because he’s not giving up and letting Sehun win. Never. Sehun will never win against him in anything. Well besides getting Luhan to fall for him—

Another joyful squeak leaves his lips, when arms wrap around him and he’s suddenly pressed against the much older’s chest. He tilts his head and grins at Sehun, snuggling back into him. Luhan really likes this feeling - to like someone. It makes his body tingle all over, his brain turns into mush, and he’s not able to function properly. The only actions he can do then is stare at Sehun, smile at Sehun, touch Sehun, hug Sehun. Sehun. Sehun. Sehun.

But maybe he can’t function because his head is dizzy, so he holds onto Sehun’s arms tightly and rests his head against Sehun’s chest until his head finally stops spinning as his breathing gets even. Luhan snickers at how quick Sehun is to grab his wrist. As if he would ever run from Sehun… But maybe he would, it’s fun being chased by someone who loves you. 

At the vampire’s question, he quickly shakes his head with a pout. He really loves the rain and no matter how long he stays out in the cold, he rarely ever gets sick. He isn’t going to complain about Sehun caring about his health , though (not that he actually can). Luhan leans into the other’s touch immediately, closing his eyes for a moment as he enjoys Sehun’s skin against his own. He nods quickly, mentally drooling at the thought that he’s about to get food. The boy blinks his eyes open, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, and tilts his head, trying to recall their chat at the bubble tea shop. Oh, right. He didn’t get to ask about Luhan at all. 

It only seems fair to let the other know about him, plus he enjoys attention and questions, so he nods once, grabbing his hand immediately. He looks around, quickly recognizing the neighborhood they’re in, and turns around, heading the opposite direction towards one of his favorite restaurants. He wants to get to the restaurant soon. Maybe it’s because he wants to eat soup, maybe it’s because he wants Sehun to ask a lot about him… Or maybe it’s because he’s just eager to find out what the surprise is.

With a chuckle, Sehun allows the laughing blond pull him along. Ahh. . . he’s so adorable. Though he didn’t admit it, he felt a little bad acting so fast on his merely budding feelings. Maybe it was the blood? It wasn’t a far fetched idea. Sehun knew all those centuries ago that when he met Mizuhara, her only reasons for falling for the vampire was because of his blood. Sehun knew he didn’t want the same thing to repeat itself, but why? Why did he give in to his feelings so easily? Was it because of his loneliness? Ever since his maker’s demise, its always been him on his own. Never did he think to stop to make ties or acquaintances; there was simply no room for it. But after so long, he knew he couldn’t keep on without having at least someone to talk to. That was his main reason for moving to Seoul. He knew he’d be accepted easily, and friendships would come with ease. He knew loneliness wasn’t the answer, for he was already meeting new friends. Maybe, just maybe, Sehun just. . . knew. He just felt that Lu would be the one that’d understand him, mostly because he felt no one would understand Luhan himself. Sehun completely understood the reasons for the boy’s silence, even though he never went into detail. Sehun could empathize; he too has had those times where speaking just wasn’t worth it. And it wasn’t like Sehun to fall so fast and so easily for someone. Ever since Mizuhara, there was no one else. With the lack of better words, no one else seemed worthy of it. People took it for granted. People didn’t understand what it meant to be someone’s other half. But there was something in Luhan’s eyes that kept Sehun grounded. After all, he had been watching the man for quite some time now. It was just mere chance that got him to finally speak to him after so long. He wasn’t going to mess this up. He wasn’t going to let this end as fast as it started. Sehun was going to cherish Luhan as slowly and fully as possible. And today was day one.

As Luhan pulled him along, Sehun already started coming up with a few questions in his head to ask the man. They were coming so quickly, and there was a lot actually. So much, he actually started to sort them in his head; more personal questions that might invoke a strong reaction were pushed to the back of his head while the more informative and light hearted questions sat in front. He wanted to know everything about the man, but he made a mental note not to bum rush him with all the questions at once. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could. Six. . . that’s all I’m going to ask. Six questions. He had a reason why he was going to ask so little when he wanted to know so much. Sehun wasn’t in a rush, though he had already asked Luhan to be his.

”Ahh Lu, is this it?” He asks, once the boy stops in front of an dinning establishment. He peers into the window, seeing only a few people seated as they chat away with their meals. Sehun’s guess was that the rain drove people to their homes rather than staying out. He laughed a little at the thought, seeing how him and Luhan were having so much fun getting soaked. In fact, Lu’s scent in the rain was just so much more. . . enticing. And not in the hunger/hunter kind of way. The rain made him smell sweeter, as if he were being kissed by the purest of springs and the scent was emitting of the man as if the scent were his own. Sehun loved the way the little things about Luhan made him feel. He actually felt alive for once, after two-hundred something years.

Biting lightly on his lower lip he looked over the menu again. A small smile spread across his features as he returned his gaze to the other. "Mm… I’ll take… a strawberry banana smoothie, then. Ah but, what are you usually good at making?” 

"Strawberry banana?" He repeats more so taking note rather than questioning. "Ara, I'll get that started for you right away. Don't worry about paying for now." His smile widens ever so slightly. "I wouldn't want you paying for something that isn't satisfactory." He chuckles softly; Though, nothing I make isn't satisfactory. Having had the time to hone every skill there was for centuries, even without normal tastes, Sehun knew how to barista flawlessly. 

Turning on his heels and heading for the little fridge that sat in the corner behind the bar, he continues on, preoccupied with gathering ingredients. "Well, I lived in France for most of my life." He admits, though by most, he meant his human years. "My mom was obsessed with caffeinated drinks and rare teas, so I watched her for a long time in the kitchen while she blended different drinks." A tale that didn't necessarily apply to his human mother, but was true nonetheless. Once he had a few strawberries, a banana, yogurt, juice and ice in hand, he makes his way to the blender. "So with that said, the drinks I could make without much thought are things like cappuccino,  marocchino, ca phe sua da, espresso, flat white, latte macchiato, and recently I've been learning how to make the perfect frappucino; some people just don't understand the ice to milk and coffee ratio. Most I've tried have had chunks of ice in it, and that's not really enjoyable." 

Unable to help himself though, he turned where his stood and looked more carefully at the decor. This place looked more elegant than the cafe he worked at. It was pleasing to the eye and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. This place was definitely going to become a frequent stop for him. 

Just as he was about to make the move to start the closing procedures, the sounding of the bells from the entrance stops him in his tracks. Oh   Turning his attention to the source of the noise, he smiles, giving the stranger a little bow. "Ahh, welcome." He greets him with a friendly tone, still standing behind the bar. "It seems like you're my last customer for the day, I was just about to close up shop. Come on in."