terramars

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 with  far  less  grace  than  he  anticipates  ,  a  frustrated  hiss  grinds  out  through  gritted  fangs  as  his  tall  frame  skids  slightly  before  lurching  to  a  halt  ;  his  body  is  far  less  bruised  than  his  ego  and  ,  automatically  ,  zaiden’s  blazing  sapphire  hues  snap  up  to  shoot  his  sire  a  mute  glare.  the  withering  look  ,  however  ,  looks  more  petulant  than  ferocious.  he  bares  his  teeth  at  calus  with  a  quiet  growl  ,  all  but  bristling  as  he  forces  himself  to  go  still  as  the  older  vampire  holds  him  down  ;  his  tall  frame  is  littered  with  bruises  smattered  in  faded  purples  and  yellows  but  zaiden  hardly  cares.  he  knows  his  youth  brings  with  it  a  sense  of  unbridled  energy  ——-  and  that  his  sire  is  less  than  enthused  with  having  to  deal  with  it.  damien  had  made  it  a  point  to  push  the  fledgling  to  his  limits  harshly  within  their  first  few  nights  of  training,  but  calus  had  been  trying  to  reign  zaiden  in  since  the  start  of  the  evening.

❛  how  am  i  supposed  to  learn  if  i  don’t  actually  fight  ?  ❜  he  protests  ,  brows  furrowing  as  he  meets  calus’  gaze  with  his  own.  he’s  determined  to  keep  his  defiant  expression  in  place  as  he  frowns.  ❛  just  because  i’m  young  doesn’t  mean  i  can’t  fight  just  as  hard  as  you  can.  damien’s  been  showing  me  how  to  do  that  ——-  tackle  maneuver.  ❜  he  shifts  ,  knowing  that  calus  might  not  be  entirely  pleased  that  zaiden’s  been  taking  advice  from  one  of  the  more  …  aggressive  death  dealers  in  their  ranks.  ❛  hey  ——-  let  me  up.  c’mon  ,  i  can  handle  it.  ❜

His hand remains on the other’s chest while he listens to him, the frown on his face only increasing with every word spoken. It’s not that he doesn’t want him to fight, it’s that he already knows that he can fight. Hearing the other Death Dealer’s name doesn’t help. Calus has seen the two together on multiple occasions and he has no idea why. But he didn’t know that they’ve also trained together --- it does explain why he’s currently being like this. If only Zaiden would only listen to him so he doesn’t have to help him unlearn the wrong things again.

The first person Calus has ever turned. He retired from training fledglings centuries ago -- always getting far too irritated by their uncontrollable bloodthirst. Yet after turning this particular human, things are different. Calus feels extremely protective over him, has done so since the moment he found him. He’ll be damned if he lets anyone else train him. He’ll teach him all he knows about life, everything he’s experienced, all his nasty tricks. That was the plan, anyway. The plan is currently getting torn to shreds as Zaiden is doing exactly what Calus always hates about the young ones-- thinking with his fangs instead of his brain.

In all of Earth’s history, there are many times and places that Nuka usually avoids. At first, he and his siblings were good at keeping track of who they knew where. Yet as time passes, people move and memories go hazy, it gets harder and harder. Nuka doesn’t remember coming to the year 2020 before, but he realises he might know someone anywhere. Hood pulled up, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket, he tries to make his way from A to B as quickly as possible without being seen. But as he keeps his gaze on his feet instead of far in front of him, it’s hard to stop from bumping into people. He ducks into a dark alleyway-- thinks of it as a shortcut. And just as he sneaks out of it, around the corner, he bumps into someone else. Someone that isn’t a stranger, he knows the second he looks at them.

Scrolling mindlessly through his phone, Sejin drifts in and out of the here and the now. Of course, he’s still aware of Dante’s presence at his side — as he always is — but there’s a lack of focus to everything he’s doing, his thoughts in a hundred different places at once. Mostly he can’t stop thinking about how he wants to go back to work, and how he’s probably not going to be able to find a production that will let him come in exclusively at night.

It seems sudden when Dante begins to speak, reaching out to take his hand, and Sejin starts a little before he sets his phone down on the arm of the sofa and turns his body a little. “Depends. Where are you going to take me, Romeo?” His voice is teasing.

it’s been a while since he’s had this amount of freedom. it’s been a while since he hasn’t had to look over his shoulder for whatever reason – all somehow connected to the vampires. they’re not bad, cél thinks, when they stay away from his shop. he’s been metaphorically bitten one too many times, and…well, it’s enough. today he rests comfortably in his shop in the middle of the day, atop a little wooden chair. he likes those specifics. they’re equally as comfortable. they remind him of a time since before he was turned.

célian keeps his eyes closed. that’s also something he’s been unable to do. but this time, in his shop, and with the door ajar, he can bask in the slight breeze and the overwhelming scent of his roses scattered around the entire space. he pulls his hood up (because it’s chilly, still) and puts his earphones in. it’s been ages since he’s been able to listen to music so intimately too, but he hopes his customers won’t mind. he’ll sniff them out as soon as they enter, anyway.

just like he sniffs him out. somewhere on the steps to come down to the shop floor. célian immediately turns, opening his eyes. nothing and no one holds his attention like kwang does. “babe, you’re awake!” he beams, scraping the chair across the floor and further into darkness. “c’mere.”

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The moment Kwang moved in with Célian was the moment he gave up on a mission he’s been chasing for the past four centuries. As he no longer lives in the coven, he has no clue what the vampires are up to. The first few weeks were the strangest weeks he’s ever experienced, though probably still second to his first weeks as a vampire. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with his life now that he’s no longer spending every waking moment eavesdropping. The days are the hardest, Célian takes care of the shop downstairs and Kwang wonders about the purpose of his existence.

Today isn’t any different --- except for the fact that he’s feeling brave. Wrapped up in one of his boyfriend’s hoodies, he slowly descends the staircase to the ground floor. His gaze focused on his socked feet, checking to make sure the sun doesn’t reach this far in. He stays on the last step, gaze moving across the floor, moving to see where the shadows end and death begins.