#reckcniing

             The    words    that    slipped    past    those    lips,    reverberating    in    the    desolate    emptiness    of    the    room,    were    utterly    BEFUDDLING    to    her    senses.    Fingers    halted    in    her    task    as    breath    seemingly    hitched,    as    if    it    refused    to    let    this    moment    pass.    Stillness    then    enveloped    the    two,    cradling    them    in    its    arms,    and    only    the    pitter    patter    of    the    rain    could    be    heard.    The    atmosphere    was    almost    otherworldly,    the    two    of    them    seemingly    drifting    to    a    dimension    far    away    from    the    rest.    One    by    one    the    words    clarified    their    meaning,    and    yet,    a    component    within    Aurora’s    heart    REBUFFED    THE    IMPLICATION.    Of    course,    he    couldn’t    mean    what    she    would    assume.    However,    the    gleam    in    the    dark    eyes    that    stared    back    at    her    denied    any    such    qualms.    And    for    a    moment;    for    just    one    marvelous    moment,    Aurora    felt    herself    RELENT    TO    THOSE    RESPLENDENT    EYES,    wondering    what    it    would    be    like    TO    LOVE    THEM    and    TO    BE    LOVED    BY    THEM.    She    almost    desired    to    learn    the    answer.    But    then,    the    spell    of    those    eyes    fractured    as    swiftly    as    it    had    been    cast,    and    then    she    only    wished    to    laugh    at    her    own    thoughts.    How    very    silly    of    her      !       Tucked    away    such    thoughts    for    later,    burying    them    hurriedly    in    the    clandestine    pages    of    her    heart    to    be    dealt    with    later.                     “    Wonnie,    are    you    okay     ?   ”    Aurora    giggled,        “     did    you    get    hit    too    hard    in    that    fight     ?   ”

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             OFTEN   STILLNESS   COULD   NESTLE   COMFORT   WITHIN   IT,   yet,   it   was   a   notion   oh   so   foreign   to   Aurora.   Accustomed   to   sounds   and   frightened   by   loneliness,   she   oddly   felt   at   peace   walking   quietly   next   to   Taewon.   The   winter   morning   sunlight   enveloped   them   in   its   warmth,   painting   the   two   in   an   aurelian   glow.   Ever   so   often   she   would   glance   at   the   companion   to   observe   the   placidity   adorning   his   radiant   features   and   smile   to   herself.   Hardly   half   an   hour   of   this   silence   had   passed   when   Aurora   felt   long   fingers   interlace   with   hers,   urging   her   to   pause   under   the   shade   of   the   tree.   There   was   a   halt   then   as   Aurora   turned   to   face   Taewon   who   was   wearing   a   jubilant   smile.        “    What    ? ”       Aurora   queried,   a   grin   tugging   at   the   corners   of   rosy   lips   at   the   sudden   peculiar   behaviour   he   exhibited.   Not   a   word   was   uttered   in   response   but   she   was   gathered   to   him,   their   fingers   still   intertwined,   with   his   free   hand   now   resting   on   the   curve   of   her   waist.   Before   Aurora   could   comprehend,   THE   TWO   WERE   SWAYING   IN   A   HARMONIOUS   MOTION   but   devoid   of   melody.   For   a   few   seconds   she   stared   at   him   uncomprehendingly,   before   an   elated   giggle   burbled   in   her   throat.      “    But   there   is   no   music   to   dance  to   !    ”     Aurora   protested   but   her   own   free   hand   was   now   resting   on   his   broad   shoulder   as   she   swayed   with   him   to   the   soundless   melody.        “   Ew    !      You’re   such   a   DORK,   Tae.   But,   fine,   I’ll   be   quiet.   ”     She   drank   back   her   laugh,   DETERMINED   TO   NOT  LET   A   JOKE   POSSIBLY   SPOIL   THIS   CHERISHED   MOMENT   SHARED   BETWEEN   THE   TWO.   A   stark   alteration   from   her   habitual   behaviour.   Aurora   was   content   on   simply   smiling   and   AFFECTIONATELY   examining   his   handsome   features   glowing   rutilant   under   the   liquid   gold   sunlight   trickling   from   between   the   tree   leaves.   The   sound   of   birds   trilling   was   the   only   soundtrack   to   their   private   dance.

     -- his heart was pounding, something he was sure the vampire took note of. caspian didn’t have a good track record with vampires after killing off a particularly strong one with quite the following which since then, he was used to fighting vampires off left and right. however, he didn’t know this one. what he did know was that he needed to protect wonjae, stepping in front of the elder with quite the intimidating look -- something that seemed foreign on caspian’s usual smiling and innocent features. when he’s pulled back, there’s a faint pout on his lips as he takes in the other’s words. “wha--” he’s cut off when he sees the vampire begin to advance their way out of the corner of his eye. crouching down, caspian was quick to pull one of the small throwing knives he carried in his boots before flinging the weapon over wonjae’s shoulder in the monster’s director. it wasn’t the correct weapon he needed, but it was enough to shock the vampire as the blade sunk into it’s arm and it stumbles back, eyes zoning in on the two of them. “we should probably run,” caspian comments, reaching out and grabbing hold of the bottom on wonjae’s shirt.

             The    needles    of    the    clock    waltzed    into    the    early    hours    of    the    morning.    The    ungodly    hours    when    time    loses    all    meaning    and    when    the    real    world    ruptures    from    the    unearthly    secrets    that    bury    deep    within    the    MOROSE,    ACHING    BREAST    OF    THE    NIGHT    AS    SHE    WEEPS.    And    oh,    she    weeps    and    weeps.    Her    tears    were    an    orchestra    of    rain    and    thunder    falling    upon    him.    EVEN    THE    HEAVENS    CRIED    FOR    HIM     !       The    darling,    beloved    boy,    cherished    and    mourned    for    by    even    the    skies    above    him.    Stripped    away    from    his    valor,    his    chutzpah,    and    his    bewitching    vanity.    There    he    stood,    VULNERABLE    AND    TERRIFIED.    Despair    sparkled    in    those    dark    eyes    with    dread    inscribed    on    the    angles    of    his    beautiful    face    with    its    horrid,    horrid    ink.                                               The    heart    that    beat    within    her    chest,    oh    did    it    ache    with    every    thump.    As    if    the    ORGAN    WAS    BEING    FORCIBLY    WRENCHED    from    Aurora’s    breast.    She    trembled,    aghast    at    the    sight    of    him    and    the    HORRIFYING    HUES    OF    SCARLET    that    colored    him.    Fear    slithered    up    her    spine    and    coiled    like    a    serpent    within    her.    Words    that    dispersed    from    between    his    lips    and    into    the    night    with    vapor,    were    a    blur    to    her,    mingled    with    the    sounds    of    the    deafening    cries    of    thunder.    Every    word    slowly    sank    into    her,    engraving    into    her    aching    heart    as    if    CARVED    BY    A    DAGGER.    And    she    stared    at    him    with    tears    burning    in    her    eyes,    her    DARLING    BOY    WITH    MOONLIGHT    IN    HIS    HAIR.    She    let    them    fall,    free    to    stain    her    cheeks    with    her    sorrow    and    with    her    fear.               Arms    showed    haste    in    draping    around    his    larger    frame,    engulfing    the    dearest    boy    within    her    embrace,    in    a    DESPERATE    YEARN    to    nestle    him    within    her    heart    where    he    could    be    safe.    Tuck    him    away    from    the    world,    where    there    were    no    horrors    and    no    agony.    Oh,    did    she    DESIRE    TO    STEAL    HIM    FROM    THE    GREEDY    GRASP    OF    THE    WORLD    AND    KEEP    HIM    ON    HER    EYELASHES    WHERE    HER    DREAMS    BLOSSOMED,    where    their    fingers    would    not    dare    to    linger    on    his    flesh.    To    adorn    him    on    the    stars    that    glimmered    in    the    nighttime    sky    but    fell    short    to    his    radiance.    Yet,    all    she    could    do    was    to    enclose    him    and    vow    to    herself    to    never    let    him    go,    to    keep    him    safe.                Trembling    fingers    dare    touch    bruised    skin,    thumbs    caressing    the    velvety    skin    as    she    peered    into    the    alluring    dark    skies    of    his    irises.    A    whisper    echoed    from    her    spine    and    into    her    heart,    DECLARING    THAT    IT    FLUTTERED    AND    BROKE    JUST    FOR    HIM.         “     You    have    here,     ”            a    breathless    murmur,            “     right    here,    with    me.    STAY,    please.    I    won’t    let    you    go    anywhere    else.    It    will    be    alright.    I’ll    make    it    alright.    LET    ME    TAKE    CARE    OF    YOU.     ”    

          Dark   eyes   seized   his,   taking   in   the   flicker   of   MORBID   DELIGHT   glimmering   in   them,   the   ghastly   smirk   tugging   at   the   corners   of   his   pale   lips.   VENOM   nestles   within   her   chest,   LIKE   A   SERPENT   COILING,   awaiting   to   sink   its   teeth   into   the   bastard   before   him.    An   ELECTRIC   EFFULGENCE   consumes   her   irises,   contesting   the   thunderbolts   illuminating   the   black   canvas   overhead.   Roars   of   thunder   and   the   shrills   of   the   wind   deafened   the   words   that   next   slipped   past   her   lips.    

          The sorceress’ arms rested atop the roof’s elevated ledge. Folded neatly across one another, they provided Saengdao with a comfortable place to rest her chin, separating it from the cool touch of the brick she least against. Across the way, she spied a brightly light board room. Seated along a glass table, of which she thought to be far too lengthy to be considered reasonable, were seven men donning expensive suits. Their discussion had gone on for twenty minutes, with no sign of the target in question making its move. She was bored.           Beside her was a man who agreed to letting her join him: Taewon. An acquaintance at best, the majority of what Saengdao knew of him consisted of rumor and conjecture, both of with left her with countless queries lying in wait behind thoughtfully pursed lips. Averting her eyes from the view they were meant to observe, they now fell upon his profile, dimly illuminated by the city lights reaching to graze his features. “So,” her voice cut through the silence between them, almost to remind him she were still there, “do you think your dad would be proud of you and all you do?”           There was a sincerity in her voice. Despite hearing warning after warning, all inspired by fear of Taewon, she had yet to bring herself to believe them all. Not when it came to family. Yet she was curious, eager to know more about the man she worked alongside on occasion, to hear rumor turn story from his lips.

          Dark   eyes   seized   his,   taking   in   the   flicker   of   MORBID   DELIGHT   glimmering   in   them,   the   ghastly   smirk   tugging   at   the   corners   of   his   pale   lips.   VENOM   nestles   within   her   chest,   LIKE   A   SERPENT   COILING,   awaiting   to   sink   its   teeth   into   the   bastard   before   him.    An   ELECTRIC   EFFULGENCE   consumes   her   irises,   contesting   the   thunderbolts   illuminating   the   black   canvas   overhead.   Roars   of   thunder   and   the   shrills   of   the   wind   deafened   the   words   that   next   slipped   past   her   lips.