#dancxtaem

                    “  If I told you to die for me would you do it?  ”  his voice was soft  ,  barely a w h i s p e r  ---  it held nothing of it’s usual warmth  ,  of it’s usual shine.  It was that of a broken man  ,  of someone DESPERATE   ( hopeless ).  Dark eyes met the younger’s own  ;  searching  ---  demanding.  Arthur stretches his hand  ;  the same hand that now holds the don’s ring.   Just the sight of the gleaming red  it reminds him of BLOOD.  It reminds him that he wasn’t the heir anymore that he is now seated on the throne of THORNS.

The silence was disappointing. Yet he couldn't blame him for his lack of response. Not everyone possess the same devotion and loyalty than his right hand man --- Lancelot. " Well ? " he tilts his head questioningly. The silence was deafening as it was suffocating. How long ?? How long before he gets a straight answer from Taemin ? Does he even want to know the younger's answer ? 

                    “  I know that this wasn’t what you expected when I first told you about this famiglia...  ”  there was exhaustion leaking into his words.  God, he’s just so TIRED.  So damn tired...  But the whispers in his head,    the hungry looks of allied famiglias  ---  his need of guardians.  So far he has two  ;  Lancelot and Gareth.  He needs six !!  And Arthur’s sky wants Taemin.  Arthur wants Taemin.  Was that something so hard to achieve ?  

Arthur heart breaks by a tiniest bit with the silence. 

          Worst. Case. Scenario. The specifically frail boy couldn’t help but to jump at the sudden jolt of the elevator, and his heart sped up in his chest as the gears very obviously stopped moving and the small room was flooded in a dull red light. Even through the grinding of both the machinery and his brain, he could hear the muffled thunder clapping out overhead. That had to be it. Fuck.

          He took a step back, pressing his back against the wall of what he was already beginning to think of as his tomb, and his eyes landed on the only other person in the room. He was fit, and had dark eyes. He didn’t look particularly happy to be in this situation, either.

The skies were painted with a beautiful explosion of vermilion and pink as the sun  ;  ever burning sets on the horizon.   Yet despite the beauty that painted the skies  ,  Arthur couldn’t appreciate it. Not at that moment.  Not when his insides were in turmoil.   

      ‘  You need knights my son.  While Lancelot fills the Storm seat wondrously  ,  there are still five more.  You can’t inherit without a full set.  This is tradition Arthur  ,  something that everyone before us had complied and lived through...   ’

; plucked from this MEME. - still accepting. 

My muse shows up on your muse’s doorstep after several months of being missing, with no memory of the past few years.

Slowly the street lights started turning on, the dusk settling like a blanket over the once pale blue sky. It was scorching hot during the day, the humidity making it unbearable to breathe. But now that the day was coming to an end, the remnants of the spring reared our ugly face with the icy wind. Soothing at first after the continuous attack from the sun, but ruthless as your body would chill. Jung-hoo read and re-read the scribbled down address, the writing unfamiliar along with pretty much everything else around him. 

The street he stood on was pretty regular, the buildings typical. There wasn’t anything that screamed out danger or beware. And yet he couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t a good idea. What was his grand plan? To knock on a stranger’s door, but maybe it was someone that knew him, or maybe it would be the first person he could recognize. Did he have those kinds of people in his life? From what he could remember the answer was simple and obvious. NO 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Ridley was about two seconds from wiping that smug look right off Taemin’s face.  His tongue was pressed to the inside of his cheek, a poor attempt to censor the thoughts going on in his mind. The other was still holding some sort of black pen that had drawn the whiskers on Ridley’s cheeks, because being a cat would be so funny. 

“I hate you, I want you to fall on a knife. Or my claws. Repeatedly.” While he had protested, it hadn’t really taken much to subdue the alien from partaking in the tradition. His lips were still swollen from the very compelling argument that the human had made. Combining that with a shake of a pill bottle, Ridley didn’t stand much of a chance. It was dirty. 

It made him mad that he hadn’t been able to try it first. 

The shifter sighs as pulls at the fastens of his jeans, doing them up as he walks over to the other. His lips part, mouth opening and tongue sticking out - asking for what he had been promised without so many words. Once the pills are placed on his tongue does he swallow them dry, humming a little at the bitter taste left on the muscle. There was no way he was going to be even slightly sober for this affair, the more drugs in his system the better.

Why wasn’t there a bottle of whiskey already in his hands?

“Okay, I’m ready to go.” With a hand placed on Taemin’s chest, he starts shoving the other backwards towards the entrance of his apartment. “What are you even supposed to be? I don’t understand this human.” He doesn’t have to look at the male to know that Taemin is rolling his eyes.  He can feel it in his stance, the silent stretch that follows after. After all, the other had been waiting over an hour at this point, between having to convince Ridley and wait through the very long and distracted process of him changing clothes - that may or have may not had a few detours. 

How could he complain when he still hadn’t gotten the proper feeling back in his legs? 

At last, they emerge from the apartment ready to go. Neither of them bother with the door, leaving it unlocked and open, the number swinging from the wood as it had been knocked off its hinges in their earlier debacle. There were claw marks on the frame from where Ridley had been clutching, the inside not in any better condition. It was like a scene from a movie, pillow feathers soaring around the room to collect in a big pile on the floor, scorch marks from sparks of lightning, not to mention broken glass everywhere. There might have even been a hole or two in the walls.

Interrogation Starters || @dancxtaem​

— A small defeated chuckle escaped past his fangs as his claw absently scratched at the back of his neck. The joke he’d tried had gone south without warning thanks to the words that’d just left the other’s lips. Of course he knew that. No one could give him that. No one could give him mortality. That’s the curse of being born a vampire.. one is doomed to an eternity of living as an immortal monster. Never truly being accepted despite his best efforts to keep his civility about him, though he often found himself wondering the point of it all. He’d never admit it, but moments like this really did get under his skin even though it being so frozen. How could they be so crass about something like that. If he were to go around telling everyone how easy it would be for him to end their life, they wouldn’t appreciate it.. they’d steer clear of him.. So what did it say of him for sticking around humans when they always seem bring up his lack of mortality? ‘Pathetic…,’ he scoffed to himself at all these thoughts flooding his mind before finally bringing his attention back to the current moment. “I know you can’t..,” he started off low. Words slightly muffled from trying to make it out between his fangs. “No one can.. one can dream though, hm?” Trying to chuckle to keep the air light. “But what kind of a vampire am I if I seem to always be.. dreaming of mortality..?”

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