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    “Can you trust me?” Rosemary repeats the question, appearing a little confused. In general, the people who know her do not doubt that she is someone who is reliable and honest. However, she does recognize that they’re practically strangers at this point so she understands why he is a little apprehensive. “Yes, you can trust me. What do you want to say…?”

          FEIGNED CONCERN TRAPS WOLFISH FEATURES. It took him a moment to realize just how serious he might’ve sounded upon the question, what with their current entrapment inside an elevator during its descent, didn’t call for his tone. Nevertheless, Kit remained astute to the little bit of humor bubbling behind his throat. A glance at the countdown of numbers and he’s leaning towards her slightly, voice above a whisper.

          “..I just have to ask— which way to             the toilet on the bottom floor?”

“I thought I was going crazy.” He reached out to scratch the back of his neck, he wasn't the type of getting drunk but this time he did and lost his keys. "Luckily my friend found them and helped me.." He explained.

Jooheon couldn’t help worrying about the older woman. The weather had changed abruptly and she was wearing only a see through dress for her vampire costume, very sexy, but any help in the fight against the cold wind. The youngest, also dressed as a vampire, had his cloak on top of his social outfit, the fake blood on his face. He pulled the cloak off his coat, putting his coat over her small body, smiling when she said he would freeze, when in fact she was the one who was most likely to freeze. He put the cloak back on, which didn’t help, actually. He let his body be carried by her, going somewhere where the two of them could warm up. He laughed when she talked about being dead inside, “Do not worry, your dead blood is cold to match mine”, he teased. They finally arrived in a quiet, warm place, and he turned to the smaller one, holding her hands and blowing them while rubbing his hands against hers, which were a little warmer, in an attempt to warm it up.

Nova knew she had been getting on his nerves with all her intrusive questions but it was an instinct that was stronger than her and that she could not control. He wanted to run away from her, she felt it, but she had not expected him to give in. When Kit caught her by the hips, ever so gently, but in a way that made her heart leap painfully in her ribcage, she did not resist and stepped aside, briefly taken away by their contrasting eyes meeting each other. Only when he made a move to walk away did she regain her senses. “Kit, come on…” she pleaded in a low voice. 

          THIS WAS UNCHARTED TERRITORY. Miles of stories she continued to try to pry from his lips, not exactly the best follow-up to an evening of unsuccessful hunting. Hunger resided still, harsh and reckless with every whip of his head to turn from her, avoiding any connection into the universe reflecting through those hopeful eyes. Kit didn’t expect her to show up at this hour, of course she knew sleep wouldn’t be what he’d be doing but the timely exhaustion was barely showing signs of a disperse. Words eventually became too much to cope with which was why they found each other here, face to face in a locking of eyes harboring a flicker of something twisting the wolf’s voice momentarily. He sighs quietly before releasing his hold on her, taking a step back instinctively. “Nova.. please. There are reasons why I can’t talk about these things. Reasons having much to do with your safety in mind.. tell me you understand.”

“I wasn’t aware that we were so intimately familiar that you are now able to REQUEST things from me.” The tone of his voice danced across the words that flew out from between his lips, each shark as a DAGER. To say that he wasn’t in a good mood, would be a major understatement. The wooden rickety floor below his feet had worn thin from his pacing back and forth. As soon as he’d walk over to the window, look outside, he’d as quickly be right back walking over to the front door of the room, and then just REPEAT. In his mind, this was giving him time to think, relax and be able to come up with a PLAN. Something that he needed desperately and his desperation was growing with each passing minute, with each sound the old grandfather clock would make.

There was no TIME, and yet, he just didn’t know what to do next. None of the options were good or safe. And while mostly, he didn’t care about that. This situation was far too dangerous for him to be as CARELESS as he usually was. “We HAVE to do something.” He finally spoke up again, turning to look at the other, there was a look in his eye, something that couldn’t easily be understood, but at least he had made ONE choice. A step forward.

          HOW FAMILIAR IT ALL WAS. So much so, he needed a moment to fully cope with what you were asking of him, the reasons for your.. distress. Control didn’t define anywhere in your vocabulary that evening, instinct peeled humanity from those eyes he’d spent most of the day with, normal— no, nothing about you was normal. Nothing in this room was normal. Kit could only stay on the sidelines for so long, unsure of what a werewolf could do to aid another opposite him, and still so damn similar. Before a corresponding strategy was made, his own internal protection kicked into gear. Unbeknownst to him, werewolves and vampires knew each other well, at least, his did, for once your approach brought forth pure necessity, it was only action that’d be understood now.

          INCISORS GLISTENED IN THE MOONLIGHT. Representing their coming feed that had a forearm sharp against your neck, daunting steps backwards getting the rattle of your head flat against a wall where he’d make sure you couldn’t move from. His strength rivaled anyone and anything asking for challenge, defense was the waltz embedded into bones that’d known how to fall apart and get back together without question. If it was a fight you wanted, maybe knocking you back into reality would calm that animal depending only on the feed. Kit’s eyes never left yours, an expression firm with diligence completely undisturbed by desperation uncannily similar to his early days. Would you even listen if he spoke?

          “If it’s blood you want, it won’t be mine that’ll be spilling tonight.”

" Can you tell that I’ve never been with a women? " He laughed shyly and rubbed the back of his neck.