we'll meet again.

At some point, the trek into these woods had become less about the game - roaming the damp soil, brown leaves crunching beneath hooves of the creatures that would feed his family - and more about her. Siyun's thoughts always seemed to stray here, to the beastkin speaking the common tongue, eyes that had once pierced like knives now he could’ve sworn had dulled into benevolence, curiosity even. Haru’niya.

He hadn't expected it, of course. He hadn't expected to find himself lingering in these trees, watching the way the sun patterned across the forest floor, warm orange rays touching her face as she’d let it be revealed. He hadn't expected to share what was most important to him, the names of his sisters fond and loving from his tongue, or the pain of what and who they'd escaped. He hadn't expected to hear about Haru'niya's own suffering; to hear about Haku, her brother, and watch the way those sharp features softened, the way her ears settled comfortably at the mention of him. The same love, the same fondness. With it, he'd felt his shoulders ease; it was as close to a smile as he'd ever gotten from the cat.

But his thoughts strayed back to Haehyun, bright and kind, her smile in his mind’s eye… and it felt strange. Like these moments ought to stay hidden in the forest.

siyun.

haru'niya was seemingly in a perpetual state of confusion these days, strange thoughts and emotions plaguing her mind. every passing encounter with the man left her feeling more and more odd; she had never met a human that she didn't eat — that she wouldn't eat. instead, they spoke. talk of family and loved ones, of hardship and struggle. she had never conversed this much with anyone except haku, her brother having been her only lifeline to the human world for so long. the light of the setting sun kisses her face as siyun comes into view, and it isn't long before they are speaking once again.

she liked to watch him while he talked. the cat had convinced herself it was to keep an eye on him — to make sure he didn't try anything — but perhaps that was just her stubbornness. in truth, listening to him speak gave her a benign sense of curiosity, a desire to learn more. this man knew what she was, had seen what she could do; why did he stay? why did he continue to come back? and why did the idea of this all ending make her stomach feel tight? it was a hard sensation to ignore, but as was the tranquility that washed over her when they spent time together like this.

her expression is serene, a small smile on her lips, as she talks of haku's name day coming in the winter. he would be eleven this year. after, she pauses, gaze falling away.

"...it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you."

a warmth buds in her chest at the admission, a feeling she can't place spreading through her limbs along with it. grey eyes wander back to the other in search of his reaction, her curiosity sated by the expression on his face. haru's smile broadens then in response to his reciprocation, a softness coming over her own features in kind. doubt prickles lightly at her heart, though, her smile waning all too soon.

was it really safe, being honest with him like this? there was always this air of uncertainty creeping through her mind when she did so, but what could she be afraid of? the answers laid wrapped in teeth; he could hurt her — could use this weakness against her. why did he keep coming here? why did she keep coming here? why didn't she eat him?

me too. « me too. » me too.

the cat is shaken from her thoughts as siyun speaks again, haru brushing off the tingling sensation in her nerves. her earlier smile pulled at her lips once more as their gazes met, a chuckle even slipping out in response to the other. haru shook her head before laying back to stretch widely amongst the leafage below. her eyes turn to watch the sun slowly dip below the horizon, stars beginning to shine against the blanket of nightfall. her tone is teasing and accent heavy as she speaks, a strange feeling of calm settling over her as she lay by his side.

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

It was late by the time they'd made it here, the inn quiet and still, save for the dim glow of orange outside and within the small room. The walls provided refuge from the cold wind, a reddish sky threatening snow, a crisp tinge in the air telling them both a search for the others was out of the question; not until the morning, under the safety and warmth of the sun. They'd been fortunate to find this nearby, thick blankets laying on the forgiving tatami floors. Haru ran warm, her body built for such a night; Ji’s less so. As his hands slid up her thighs, feeling her weight in his lap, her lips at his neck, any thought to the snowy trek waiting for them disappeared.

the drag of his cock felt incredible, her breath hot and growing shallow against his collarbone as she kept up a steady rhythm. she didn't know how he did it — how he brought out this desire from her. a want to have him close, to feel his skin on hers in any way. his hands on her thighs, on the small of her back, their chests touching, her lips to the base of his throat... it all made her feel connected to him. haru could feel her heart racing, its beat pounding in her ears, a hot pulse in her core. his name — his real name — tumbles clumsily from her lips before she bears down, claws slowly sinking into ji's sides as her sharp teeth pierce the skin of his neck.

instinct begged her to rip and tear as the warm, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. she began to salivate, loosing a soft moan stifled only by his flesh in her jaws. the cat fought internally with herself, battling over remaining sensual or becoming the beast her brain was egging her on to be. ji-min was the only one who truly brought about this dance within her, a mixed desire that both halves of her could only call hunger. and as the other's head tips back, as she feels his body shift and his grip tighten, haru knows he must feel the same.

they'd been starved of each other for too long.

she feels his hips drive into her and she unlatches from his collarbone in shock, a strangled whine slipping, unfiltered, from her lips. it brought a heat up to her face that fogged up her mind, and a warm, wet ache to her cunt that had her hips rolling forward in welcoming acceptance. her cheeks grow hotter as he speaks in her ear, the feline limbs flattening slightly as his voice melted away any defenses she may have had left. each thrust left her weaker — a feeling that would normally leave her terrified, but with him felt so safe. he calls her own true name and the heat becomes almost unbearable.

"s-siyun... i —"