miha looks down at her attire. did she really had to wear this? the dress was red, skin-tight, and way too short. while she didn’t mind a cute dress or two, even this was beyond her comfort zone. the young vampire gazes the man next to her. like her, he also looked the part ― wearing more leather than she was used of him. if they weren’t an awkward bunch of people, she would say they clearly fit in with the crowd.
the nightclub was packed, strobe lights creating this utter worldly effect on the dancefloor, bouncing on the walls, moving with the rhythm of the music. they managed to get intel, a friend of a friend with the possible information on her sire’s whereabouts. even so that her maker was in the club itself from time to time. chances where high here, and they weren’t going to let it pass them. not with their answers being so close.
to scan out the interior, they found themselves in the middle of it. pressed together unwillingly between the bodies of humans and vampires alike. ❛ didn’t even know this existed. ❜ she moves her hips automaticallyto the beat while keeping an eye out for the possible vampire calling himself the duke ― totally original.
but she had trouble breathing, sweat mixed with fresh blood clouding her nostrils ― as vampires drank from humans freely, making her eyes shift between a glowing or a dull red. without really thinking about it, she moved closer to jun. she seeks him out, grasping for comfort that was within his scent. ❛ jun ― i don’t… ❜ her arms wind up around him, her face buried between the juncture of his neck and shoulder. ❛ i’m sorry i just need a moment. ❜ @unstatvsquo
it’s beyond unorthodox, not that it mattered much anymore. jun had long since ventured past the parameters of the rules he’d once lived by, the code he once upheld.
a club is not a location one would think to find him, on the job or otherwise. the disorienting music, lights, and swell of bodies might be a blessing to some hunters but to him leaves too much room for error. his eyes scan the crowd, jumping from face to face, attempting to discern one shadowy figure from the next within the burst of the strobe lights.
he’s stiff as he observes, which he realizes is doing no favors in helping the pair “blend” in. though any attempt to loosen up wouldn’t be of much help, he’s never been much of a dancer. his head bobs a second offbeat, not from a lack of rhythm but rather a keen focus elsewhere. it’s miha’s voice that pulls him back from assessing the far corners of the club to the immediate space between them.
he’s almost forgotten just how close they are. he detects her unrest and feigns a smile of confidence despite his own apprehension. ‘it’s complete pandemonium, huh?’ his heart races unwillingly, whether from the thrill of the chase or the proximity of miha’s body - he’s unsure.
he nearly freezes as she wraps herself around him, imagining her lips brushing his neck - any other vampire that dared venture this close a year ago he would have instinctively thrown to the ground. but the comparison is unfair, jun realizes. miha is far more to him than that now.
‘it’s okay.’ he says at last, swaying to the music once more. his arms hover over her in hesitation for what feels like an eternity. the music has long since been drowned out in his ears by his pounding pulse. ‘it’s okay.’ he repeats, hand gently resting atop her head to stroke her hair in what he hopes is a soothing manner.