#response;inquiry

“I have made that choice. No one has said anything, I just chose to see things that way. It makes life so much more easy.” A shrug of slim shoulders and he offers the smallest of grins, as arms cross over his chest.  “So yes, the choice is mine.” He then adds. “I wonder though, what a stranger could want to warn me about? Seems strange to me.”  

                 “What tells you, that she is not fated to die here at this very moment?”

— He nods briefly, listening to what Haneul is saying and tugging at the zipper, decoratively sewn into his pants mid-thigh. “Hip area..” He says thoughtfully, raising the picture to have a better look at it. “Can I have a look?” He then asks, raising a brow. “I mean so I can think good size and all of that?” He explains, motioning towards the other. 

—“If you really knew things as well as you seem to think, this is one of those stupid assumptions you wouldn’t make. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, asshole.” He begins, lips pressed thin and brows furrowed. “My relationship with Wonjin has nothing to do with you, so step the fuck back.”

     — He almost flinches at the mention of his name, one he doesn’t hear all too often. It’s really only Haneul and his sire who use it. But he likes the way it sounds, and doesn’t mind it at all. “Yeah?” He says as he turns his head to eye the other properly, brow raised in inquiry. His lower lip juts out a little as eyes fall to the photo pressed into his hand, eyeing the spread of colours with a thoughtful hum. “It’s Chinese plum blossoms, right?” He asks, more rhetorically than anything. “Where do you want it?”

— “ I myself would not call my recent development crumbling, absolutely not. You know, dear hooded courier, that underestimating me is the greatest danger you can put yourself in. And as much as I may dislike his decisions from time to tim, Haneul’s life is his own. And if he desires to make such mistakes, as putting his faith in someone else than me, that is up to him. I will not protest, neither will I interfere when things start to sour either. It will be his own problem.” Aryasel speaks calmly, hands clasped behind his back and eyes shut. As if entirely calm, although turmoil lingers on the inside — spreads like poison in his veins. Haneul is his. And as much as he wants this to remain a secret, he will meddle. For his own benefits, and for Haneul’s. Stepping out of line with another vampire might be a bad thing, whoever this individual is. Aryasel will find him, keep an eye on him, and then decide what lengths to stretch towards. “So, take your words elsewhere. They won’t do you any good here.” 

“You know something, scaredy cat behind a mask, that if you ever get within distance to lay a single hand on his shoulder I will make the blood in your veins freeze, slowly. So that you can feel each little part of your own body slowly die. And another thing, that you should remember, is that I won’t even fucking regret it.”

— Me at you rn bc holy jndshjds I am so touched and I just ;; cries and yells because you’re so amazing and I am just---