#beloved;

fictionkin [spiritual & psychological]

therian

sys host

minor

Arabella blinked owlishly. On her shoulder, a flower lost a petal. 

“Compared to the marks you have, it is…”

Betty sighed softly, ignoring the cut along her cheek that seemed to reopen every time she moved, and moved to grab the first aid kit she’d loaded up with supplies the first week she’d moved to New York. At the time, she’d hoped she wouldn’t need it… But now, she was thankful she had it.

His cell was large, hallways cavernous, the footsteps of the guard echoed. Iron on iron, creaking on its hinges while the cries of his would-be brethren rang out in the dark. They were being dragged god knows where. But he didn't care about them.

Careless. He knew he had been careless, his face twists into a grimace, pangs of hunger stabbing empty against his lower ribcage -- he won't last long in here. They're going to interrogate and dissect him like a rodent. How rare he must be. A vampire that refuses to drink human blood. They’ll want to gather data.

(The wound in his side aches)

But he'd seen Yuu again. The moment had been too fleeting, he'd tasted his steel more than what he wished for -- but he knows he'll fight until the bitter end of it all, thinking of him and trying to reconcile their past. He'll never be allowed here to even say goodbye.

Yuu being alive is enough. He has to repeat that like a mantra. It has to be enough.