#s;avior

Now that school was in session, his days had unfortunately become longer, time went by slower and he seemed to have been exhausted by the minute. All that he wanted to do at the end of the day was return home and curl up underneath the sheets, catching up on the well deserved rest that he — and every person on this planet deserves, That’s exactly where Luhan finds himself now, on the mattress whilst being covered by both the blankets and sheets. Stereotypes claim that vampires retreat to a coffin when in slumber, though that was no more than a myth. Of course, he prefers the dark, but that doesn’t mean he’ll confine himself like a caged animal.

It’s only when he hears the voice of his lover chime through his ears — snapping him back into his senses. He tugs the sheets down and peers towards the direction he had heard older male’s voice. Luhan sees his husband standing there right before his eyes, a smile spread across those perfect plump lips of his. Ah, he was truly an angel. “That’s exactly what  we promised. Had you expected me to forget? We promised each other until infinity and beyond, and infinity and beyond shall we last.” He says in response to the latter, reaching his arm forward as his fingers slowly coil around Joonmyeon’s hand, gingerly grasping it before planting a soft kiss upon the back of his hand. You’d only see him act as such towards the older male. Joonmyeon gets to see a side of him that no other has ever seen before. He plans to keep it that way — to infinity and beyond, he thinks. “I love you, my little angel. I love you so, so much.”

Whenever he was alone, he could generally be found on the terrace that is connected to his bedroom. It wasn’t because he preferred to isolate himself from the world, but because it served as an escape from his troubles whenever his mind was clouded with many, many thoughts. Just like tonight. He had came face to face with his uncle a few days ago and no, they didn’t end on good terms with each other. He’s nearly lost the love of his life because of what the scoundrel had done—impersonate him and make Joonmyeon believe that he was in love with someone else. The plan itself was devious, which is why his hatred towards the latter has grown immensely.

Abusive RP Starters — [X]

             Rather than giving no sign of having heard the older male speak upon entrance into his bedroom, he stole a glance at his lover whom could be found leaning against the door frame with a mocking smirk dancing across his lips. One, two—glances eventually turned double takes before his attention was directed towards the other. Now there was one question that remained, what could he have possibly done to earn such an accusation? Of course, Luhan wasn’t the kindest, nor obedient fellow around, but he doesn’t recall causing any mischief. Could it have been a mere assumption? Or had he done something unintentional earlier that day? He wasn’t sure himself, and the look on Joonmyeon’s face wasn’t any help. Vague, it was vague.

"What exactly did you tell me?" He inquires, brows furrowed together as he speaks. His memory was better than most, so it was rare for him to question about a past event, or even something another had informed him of. There was a possibility that someone could have stripped his mind of this particular fragment that Joonmyeon was speaking of, though that theory was a little dramatic itself, absurd even. "I don’t remember," he says, lips resting upon one another as silence fell between them.

            For five of six consecutive days, he constantly found himself on the battlefield. Unable to rest properly due to the threats that loitered near the cottage Luhan was residing in along with his significant other, their child, and a few acquaintances. However, because of their victory a few nights back, Mr.Wu decided to take the liberty to buy his sire a few bottles of soju, much like a congratulations gift. "You need to let loose, Young Master," was what the elder added along with it. He was reluctant to accept, but Mr.Wu continued to urge him to drink, and that's exactly what he ended up doing—nearly two bottles was the amount he consumed. 

With his hair and attire  disheveled, he stumbled into the bedroom and latched himself onto Joonmyeon whom was busying himself with a novel.  "Baaaaby." Extending his syllables, his breath reeked of alcohol as he spoke, his cheek was pressed against his lovers, Luhan hadn't had a single intention of releasing him—not for now, at least. 

kmveon:

It had only been quite some time, three or four days after the battle that emerged between him, Kris, Luhan and Ying yet there they are again, tasked to do something quite similar to what happened the other day—it was a bliss, if you ask him, and if he was asked the feeling after defeating someone who had been a target ever since he was little, and ever since his parents were murdered. It wasn’t just revenge, he notes, and it wasn’t just for his personal reasons why he had to capture the two and kill them mercilessly; the things that happened between them four are prior to what they truly are, their nature, and since he’s the King and Luhan’s the Prince, they both swore to protect the vampires from any uncanny creatures that are ought to get them.

The feeling is different now than it was days before. Now it is only a task without having so much pressure placed on top of their heads; Luhan is hiding with him behind a white concrete, the other vampires were looking around for them, they inhaled their scent and it was the most unfortunate thing that happened to them that night, instead of finishing the job at east.

                                                                                       “We can’t stay here."

Of course we can’t, whose fault is that? he wants to retaliate yet he they can’t argue at a time when both of them are in grave danger—well not really, since they’re both too keen on killing now and they both have that experience with fighting that everything is almost as easy as 1, 2, 3. Joonmyeon snaps to his left, hearing a vague sound that signaled that the enemies are close. He turns his head back to Luhan, tipping his head as if he’s gesturing that he’s ready to run—because like he always said, anonymity is the best chance they could have in a thousand vampire’s lair, yet their scent was captured by one of their guards and they can’t let themselves be known, especially not when all they have to do is to kill their leader.

                                                   “There’s gotta be another way out.”

They have to take the chance that is given to them in any opportunity, Joonmyeon’s eyes become dark—a crimson shade is visible in every corner of his irises as he converts how how a goody two shoes he is by far to the feared King. He knows that his significant other is ready as well, so he makes his way up—his legs pushing his own weight to stand on the crane with Luhan following his pursuit. The others took the lead by trapping their positions earlier and they were lucky to have flown the spot before they could reach them, he wraps an arm around Luhan’s waist, pushing themselves up, further to one of the tree’s branches so they could have the upper hand by looking around the said place, surrounded by vicious creatures lower than what they truly are.

"I can see someone and I guess they’re their leader." He states in an uncanny tone, weary is visible on his voice—his eyes sets on the latter; tall, blonde and there’s a smirk forming on his lips as he turns to lock his eyes over Suho’s direction and he couldn’t believe what he just saw.

He’s alive. But he knew that Luhan killed him on the spot, he saw him sprawled on the floor, bleeding to death and even his eyes were weary that his life will end in an instant but his eyes will never be wrong when it comes to what he sees. Despite his strong nature and abilities, his eyes are fragile yet sharp—one of the things that he inherited with the line that he is in.

"Let’s go, Luhan. This mission can wait." because we’re both not ready yet—because we both just witnessed his death yet now I look at him and he’s stronger than he was before. Is what he wanted to add but he couldn't do so, because that look in the latter’s eyes were deadly and all he could do is to call truce; Suho takes Luhan’s eyes and captures the breeze of the wind as they go with the flow on where it would take them, his mind is in a cautious state, curious, wondering how it happened. 

And he can never be wrong.

Kris is alive.

            A few nights back, they found themselves caught up in the battle of a lifetime, to the point where he hadn't had a single clue as to when it would come to an end, or if there an end at that. A fight for dominance was what he perceived it as; a bloody massacre would have been a much simpler way of putting things, for the battle had dragged on for days and days. The lives of hundreds were taken within that short time period, courtesy of the Prince and King. Perhaps they would have been seen as the villains if others misunderstood, though they were anything but. Luhan, as well as Joonmyeon have both made a sworn oath once they've taken the throne as teenagers, and that oath was that they needed to protect the race of vampires at any cost—even if their lives were hanging on a single thread.

When his significant other had given him the cue to begin running, that was exactly what they sought to do. Joonmyeon taking the lead and acting as the guide whilst Luhan was right behind him—a fair distance was kept between the two so they wouldn't run into one another, but they were close enough to protect each other if something were to suddenly happened. "There are a group of vampires at 7 o'clock, don't let your guard down." He was always the navigator between them, as well as the radar—being able to detect the whereabouts of their enemies was no challenge for him. However, his comment must have gone through one ear and out the other because his lover decided to pull the Prince into his arms, bringing them onto a tree. The elevation of the branch they were standing on was actually quite high, and Joonmyeon knew too well that Luhan wasn't a huge fan of heights. 

"This council may be a group of pussies if they're unable to act on their own with a single leader. They remind me of cockroaches; you can never really get rid of them." Finishing his sentence with an arm hooking around the elder's waist, the direction of his gaze is directed towards their leader, he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he's spotted the male who was staring back at them with a taunting smirk dancing on his lips—It was Kris. Impossible, is what he thinks. The night everything had came to an end, Luhan knew for a fact that he had killed Kris on the spot, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that told him otherwise. And with the look of Joonmyeon's face, he too, seems to be astonished by the sudden turn of events.

Bruised and Beaten [x]

            This was another one of those routines that he’s gone through as much as he could possibly remember, though it wasn’t something he should dwell upon, for he knew that his significant other only sought to do such a thing because he genuinely cares about the safety and well being of the Prince. 'Be careful,' was what Joonmyeon would usually tell him before he goes off on his own, may it be for a simple walk in the park, or before he participates in a battle. Some didn’t like repetition, but this little phrase was quite endearing in his opinion.  

Seated upon the cushion of the couch without a shirt hugging his torso, he was in the midst of removing the excess of blood that stained his left shoulder with a crimson hue. Earlier that day, Luhan had left the cottage that they were hiding out in to grab a breath of fresh air, he sought to do so because it was rather stuffy behind closed walls—a total of five people were in there, he needed to break free from the crowd for a good five minutes or so, but a lot can happen within so little time. This predicament he found himself in would be the perfect example.

      "How can you be so careless?"

                                                                 I don’t know.

                   ”How many times have I told you to be careful?”

                                                                                      More than I can count.

He sought to keep himself quiet through the lecture that he was receiving, but he failed to do so when a sudden wince fell from his lips. The contact of the rubbing alcohol against his fresh wound wasn’t anything to joke about because it actually hurt, yet he knew that this step was mandatory, or else bacteria would sneak into his body and worsen his condition than it already was. Nevertheless, he aimed to continue with his little activity until a firm grasp stopped him from doing so—Joonmyeon; no wonder its fallen quiet, he tells himself.

          “Hey, I ca—”

                                                         ”No, you can’t. Let me do it.”

Silence was what enveloped the air around them, the other had taken the washcloth from Luhan and proceeded to thoroughly remove the blood that decorated his porcelain complexion. Although there was the need to emit sounds of pain, the Prince bit down on his lower lip and held them in, preserving to keep himself strong during such times, or else Joonmyeon would never allow him to go off on his own ever again. Regardless, after he was fully patched up, the elder broke the silence between them.

"You’re so selfish, Luhan. You never think about anyone other than yourself."

Again, this was another one of those things that his lover would tell him whenever he was upset with something the younger had done, but Luhan knows that it was only out of frustration. They often did that, say things they hadn’t really meant when they were fighting, but at the end of the day everything would be okay, for they would find their way back into each other’s arms. No amount of pain and suffering could tear them apart.

And before he could utter a single word in his defense, he was greeted with a firm pair of arms that pulled him into a tight embrace, one that expressed much more than words ever could have. It was a hug that pretty much stated that one would be lost without the other. Luhan, knowing too well that Joonmyeon only done these things out of love, understood. So, he lifted his arms up from his side and wrapped them around his lover’s neck, tugging him closer as though he were holding on for dear life.

     ”Promise me you’ll be careful from now on?”