#blue; threads

blue had long since grown accustom to his new place in alucard’s apartment. he was finally officially moved in and while it was strange not living with ashton any longer being close to the elder sated the need to see his friend, now boyfriend, every day. besides, while the fox and his ghoul companion found a special place in his heart as his other pieces, the vampire was his eternal lover no matter how the dice rolled between the quartet.

the elf made use of his day off, working on a gown for kiyomi, impromptu dying his hair and finally finishing all his unpacking. once he’d found a stopping place on the garment, in the fleeting light of the setting sun, he made his way to take a quick shower in the grand bathroom before setting comfortably on the couch clad in a pair of his new fendi underwear, thanks to his rich lover, and one of the ghouls shirts. 

it was the fumbling through the doorway, again, caught his attention. standing to his feet he decided to open the door, knowing well that no one nefarious could get passed the many of night blood lackies that stood on all corners of the building. (though he still grabbed the metal bat next to the shoe rack before hand) as he pulled open the door he was met with the battered and  bruised aforementioned lover. 

“alucard. seriously?” he said hardly fazed. “what happened to you this time?”

The entire event was somewhat of an adventure to the elf to say the least. He found himself lingering in the background as Alucard mingled with the other chaebols, what usually was his time to shine, being the more social out of couple he was more often than not, pushed to the back of the conversation, not that he minded. He’d grown accustomed of being the vampire’s pretty arm candy, and in moments like this he was able to take in the room, take in the faces that filtered in and out of his store. 

He’d pop into a conversation with an idol or rich socialite that he could see in a piece of his, flicker through photos of his phone so that they could gush over his designs and throw their contact his way. They’d text him for a piece or so for the next event and it’d fizzle out all over again, per the usual but he took what he could, dabbled in what he can.

Slowly he drifted out of his lover’s sight, finding his way to the table of hors d’oeuvres where he shoveled the tiny sweets integrated in the gold foiled sliders and little pieces of meat covered in caviar and truffles, deciding that he should busy himself with enjoying the food while he could rather than hanging on Alucard’s arm. He’d join him momentarily, deciding to deflate from the poised and straight backed posture, he was still just a boy from the forest deep down, and when he entered events like this it showed.

the elf hardly ventured out alone nowadays. pre-occupied with three other bodies continuing to circle his orbit, his old stomping grounds had become figments of his past. except one. unbeknownst to him its the last place anyone night blood affiliated should be, but he always found his way back to its grungy frames and vintage signs, wanting the comfort and familiarity of something in all the new that was happening in his life. 

far out of place, clad in black slacks and sort of a salmon button up, he entered the place that might as well been a second home. he’d cried to plenty of bartenders at the howler, joined into karaoke sing along’s with bikers and convicts and yet he always seemed to come back for a bit more. the patrons that remembered him greeted him drunkenly as he approached the bar his favorite drink landed in front of him as if on cue. with a smile he thanked the bartender, one who knew him well and only flashed him a knowing smile while she continued to busy herself with a bar full of guests, barking in her direction for refills and orders. 

a familiar set of tattoos caught his eye and with a grin blue grabbed his drink and strolled over, a bright smile on his face as he approached the wolf.

Blue gave his friend a gentle laugh as he pulled him in close to dance. The gentle bump of the clubs bass matched perfectly with his hips, hands moving to weave his fingers in between Nuri’s. 

He’d missed this, being under the night lights, the pretty neon lasers along their skin and every interested and closeted fellow with their eyes on them. He could feel them boring into their back sides, even as his head leaned back on the siren’s shoulders.

His pupils were wide and dilated, and he was sure Nuri’s was the same, the smooth white drug sifting through their psyche. Alive all over again and at the hands of the only man he felt he could ever lose to. 

“Nuri-ah, I have to pee...and then we should get another drink.”

The more and more Blue was introduced to the rest of the Night Blood’s the more comfortable he got with it all. Granted Kiyomi wasn’t officially a Night Blood, but she was dating a Jeup, and that put her just as close as he was. He had very few actual friends left. So many moved on, Shinwoo was literally a father, officers have retired and he had Ashton but the lines were so blurred now.

When he was introduced to Kiyomi, it was weird at first, like it was a business proposal and less like introducing the ‘spouses’ of two brothers. But after hanging out a bit and learning her, her beautiful face and body he’d grown one of his little roots into her skin, her presence a welcomed warmth, paired by the pretty smile that always reached her eyes.

Penthouses all seemed to look the same at this point and walking into the Viva Sky Rises seemed like whiplash from his first time at Alucard’s. He pressed the little button and made his way to Dragan’s penthouse, biting into his bottom lip as he pressed the little button to allow the door into the house to open, waiting for permission to do so. Once buzzed inside he called for his friend, respectfully toeing off his shoes and waiting for her to respond before venturing further into the apartment. 

“Yomi? I hope you’re ready to stand for awhile because this dress has to be perfect.”

The last time Blue could remember his life being this eventful he was a child being bounced from country to country, trying to figure out who and what he was. Even when he’d go on benders for days at a time, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so overwhelmed by simply living.

It was far too much in his mind, the image of two people he cared about faltering on the tight rope of death heavily tugged at an already shattered psyche, one that could only feel hole when his limbs seemed to be floating and the world seemed to be a phantom of colors. Where having to be dragged back to some randoms apartment to crash on the couch was the highlights of his evenings, not removing bullets and hospital visits.

Time had seemed to slip away from him, and in this patch of constant ambushing he found himself becoming recluse, the gap between him and his friends had grown and apart of him felt bad. Wallowing in pity constantly had lead to the life he had just began to live slowly crumble into something that just no longer felt enticing.

Deciding to not find himself over turned in some gutter trying to remember the nights events he opted to reconnect with the world, asking an old friend if they’d like to meet. He and Minjun used to spend so much time together but as he entered Alucard’s world, it seemed like they had time for each other less and less.

Sunlight poured its beams into the cafe windows as Blue shooed the waiter away, deciding that he would rather wait for Minjun’s arrival to start ordering for brunch, a giddiness in his chest as he scanned the sidewalk for his ethereal form.