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The pungent smell of Lucifer’s children was not something they could miss easily. It attacked the senses, penetrated deep to one’s core and threatened to remain there should one not be swift enough to pluck it out timely, like the poisonous weeds that they were, and discard them away to be forgotten. Fortunately for Mystery, however, the stench was not something that they needed to deal with so frequently: their reputation was enough to keep away even the oldest of the spoiled, winged brat’s crotch goblins, including but not limited to the Cardinal Sins whom, albeit Babylon was indiscriminate in their dislike towards the Fallen’s progeny, they could at least tolerate to a certain extent.

This was different, however. As fingers typed away the pin code that would lead them into Nam Hyuntae’s office, Babylon kept in mind that the person waiting for them inside did not smell just like mister Morning Star. No, there was something else in there as well, something delectably mortal and Babylon found themselves with a watery mouth and a tongue smoothing over their lips as the door beeped and they walked into the dimmed office. The clock, though they did not need to glance at it, was soon to strike midnight, and it was mere boredom that had brought the creature to the office. Lo and behold, however, that same boredom must have been inspired by the universe itself for seated in their rolling chair was a youth they had never seen before and that was an exciting thought in itself.

“I thought I knew all of you lot and yet here I am, surprised. It’s quite an accomplishment,” Babylon spoke, waiting for the door to close before they felt for the light and turned it in, eyes squinting at the sudden attack of illumination coming from the flickering bulbs on the ceiling. “though I don’t feel inclined to applaud you. You smell just like your creator and let me tell you - you ought to do something about that,” nose wrinkled as Babylon’s hand swayed before their face, pretending to try and do away with an unpleasant smell. “You stand out too much.” They took their coat off and then hung it, turning towards the fiery-haired youth that watched them from the comfort of the seat. “Well? To what do I owe the beautiful presence of His Highness’ offspring? Has he finally decided to offer truce? That feels somehow unlikely but I’ll bite, for the time being.”

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

“I don’t- don’t need this.” the man objected, flustered and falling over his own words as he tried to fight the other off. Which… was hard because he had been in a rather odd situation a few moments ago. It was not often that the owlite went into magical areas of cities or walked among other supernaturals. Today had been different though, he had an appointment to get some magical books from a dragon down the magical street and after picking those up he had opted to get a drink in one of the pubs.

He had been faced with a troupe of angels (in his opinion, angels should be called a murder of angels, like crows). The sudden face-to-face had made the owlite stumble out of the establishment, into a wall. Making himself bleed as the overpowering pureness of the creatures had thrown him off and then h had stumbled into the stranger who was currently pushing him against a wall. He had a bleeding gash on his cheek but he insisted it wasn’t that bad.

The head ache was a lot worse.

“I- who are you?”

“You’re not losing much. It’s not that fun to be immortal either. I do feel the softness of the softness of the pet may be more than any normal human due to my highlighted senses, yes, but I also lose the people I love and am left behind alone and get the only lose more people as time passes even when getting to know new people, since all they take life’s course and I -- I just stay.” The vampire sighed as she glanced at the latter and still snuggled in the sofa with the small animal on her arms.

early mornings tend to be common for him, with his needing a full night sleep of merely three hours to four at the maximum before the balance is restored just fine, feeling well-rested. he stirs awake at six, when the dawn just started breaking, leaking colors into the world. from minjae’s windows, the crepuscular lights bleed pretty hues. he hums against the crook of minjae’s neck, breathing against minjae’s collarbones. the remnants of last night’s traces still linger against his body even when they washed up before bed, and that always pleases uriel.

minjae is still fast asleep, seemingly drowned in the seas of dreams. he smiles to himself, liking the sight. the peace written on minjae’s features makes it seem like they’re both just… a normal couple, trying to live a domestic life together, even when the reality is a bit too far from such an illusory thought. he absorbs the moment for a while, lapsing seconds, maybe minutes, to down the unspoken emotions evoked from such a sight. for once, he can believe that they’re to live like this forever, even when the truth tends to interrupt this kind of serenity.

sighing, he eventually pulls himself away carefully from minjae’s embrace, disentangling himself from minjae’s arms. he stretches for a bit after leaving the bed, and then pads towards the kitchen area of the house. it’s comfortable, even when his own penthouse reflects similar taste to the aesthetics of minjae’s house. it’s lonely in his penthouse, which is why he’d prefer spending as much time as possible at minjae’s place. after brushing his teeth, heading to the… rather unusual japanese coffee brewer, he can simply say that this is his favorite part of minjae’s place. stayed there enough times to operate the machine, preparing the coffee for both of them. and when he fishes out the pan, oil, and eggs from the respective places, his ears pick up the signs that minjae is awake, too.

The bad thing about being a vampire and working in the public is constantly being around humans all day. Though of course he’s gotten use to the scents and have stable control, the days that were particularly hard where the ones where he would go a while without eating. If it’s been a few days without a meal he starts to get grumpy, more agitated and not to mention weaker. It was time for a bar trip - where he usually hunts for his pray, going after those who had one too many drinks and like to cause trouble

Once his shift was over at the cafe he changed and soon made his way towards the downtown bar. His hues flickered a quick shade of red as he licks over his fangs, the smell of so many intoxicated humans it was bound to be an easy night if he was careful (he usually was.) Taking a seat directly at the bar he ordered a blood marry, ironically enough if only it was a real one.

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there’s a shaky sigh leaving parted lips, eyes trained on his own wrists when he hears kibum speaking to him like this.  it’s odd for the god, he decides.  odd to be the one tied instead of doing the tying like he has so many times before.  he’s used to control; to be the one holding the reigns over every situation, to have his fingers leaving to bruise at soft hips and being the one to give.

but his lover’s convinced him.  for once, he’ll try to let the other have control over him.  to be putty in his hands and obey his every beck and call until either kibum’s satisfied or the god can’t take it any longer.

     Ahh, this feels right. I knew it, I’m better off alone. This is exactly why I don’t want this. It’ll just hurt all over again.

     In contrast to his emotions, it was a bright, sunny day. After a couple of nights of lonesome drinking, Dongsun finally decided to pay a visit to the great outdoors. It was a much needed breather after confining himself in what almost felt like solitary confinement; a punishment for himself just by simply breathing. 

     The exhausting emotions that had resurfaced was reminiscent of the time he didn’t want to remember. What he felt in the present already felt heavy and painful to begin with. He knew better than to bring past baggage with him in this time of emotional turmoil. It was a time long forgotten, so much so that he couldn’t even remember what that person was supposed to look like now. 

     And so, he found himself walking aimlessly in the great outdoors, and yet, he felt out of touch with reality that he found himself disoriented at the such a change of scenery that he needed somewhere to sit and take deep breaths. He could be experiencing a late hangover, or it was his tendency to overthink set into overdrive. Whatever the case was, he wanted it to stop.

     It was much harder when he could figure out what he felt. Heartbreak. Unrequited feelings. Sadness. Desperation. Exhaustion. Anger. Self-loathing. He thought things could change this time, that he could finally get over the hurdle of opening himself to the thought of loving someone else. It seemed that scenario was way too good to be true for the likes of him. 

     This could make the perfect song to write about, but his mind was at a disconnect with his own emotional well-being that he would just rather go on another drinking session to drown all his sorrows even for just a short while. 

     Inconveniently, he forgot how he was able to get over his first heartbreak. But at the same time, he knew deep inside why. His first love was the reason why he ended up like this: a complete jaded, bitter mess of emotions in the body of a songwriter. He had to get over this sooner or later though, especially since he was going to work at a new label tomorrow.