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closed for @predatus

there is no subtlety when it comes to seokha with minryul, and the former approaches the latter less like a predator stalking prey and more like — “what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?” he asks — a dog with his favorite tennis ball. he drapes himself over the top of minryul’s chair with a faux sleaziness that he knows his partner will see right through — cut right through like a knife through meat, splitting apart flesh from bone. and seokha would let him, hand him the knife personally with the blade pointing towards himself.

the evening feels exciting, and not just because it’s a night out in seoul. it feels cut and sewn in to fit his measurements, resting snugly against his ribcage and the monster that slumbers within. it has nothing to do with the expressly planned event and everything to do with the tension. it feels like they’re on the cusp, the edge between present and future, and however discomforting seokha may find the uncertainty of their present situation — his clan compulsion will make it so that he finds a thrill in it as well. what is risk if not potential? “so… do you come around here often?”

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hey y’all !! i’m still around i’ve just been busy with irl stuff but i’ll be back to reply to dms 🔜 !!

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who : open [ 1 / 4 ] . where : itaewon, the prince's farewell party .

here, in the crush of dancing, sweat-slick bodies, under flashing lights that wash the club in blue, red, green, and then blue again — it's easy to see how even humans spend their nights here to feel even more alive. for seokha, the thump of the bass reverberating through his bodies feels like a heartbeat — a medical pacemaker for the undead — or at least what he remembers a heartbeat to feel like.

his eyes light up when he sees someone he recognizes to be a vampire. "have you eaten yet?" his expression takes a shape a little too deliberate to come off as truly doting, but the words seem sincere nonetheless. or as sincere as they'll ever be for someone like seokha, where every other sentence is spoken like he's letting his conversation partner in on a joke. he deliberately drops his gaze from the person who just joined him to the human leaning against his side, practically drooling on his shoulder. whether the human has had one too many to drink, or has been dominated by the scourges who are currently circulating the floor like hunting sharks — is anyone's guess.

he smiles as he leans forwards, as simple and as complicated as any of his smiles, shrugging off the human from leaning against him none too subtly in the process. the human slumps forward, as if nodding at the other partygoer. “well, go on if you'd like. i'm not too keen on the cologne he chose to wear tonight, myself.”

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jeonghan for men noblesse (part two) ♡

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jeonghan for wkorea ♡

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# 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 , you can never go back ! you can never go back ! you can bite and scratch and scream but you can never go back ! — a private and dependent muse associated with @vitaefm

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐇𝐀 — 9th generation, of clan brujah

𝐈. intro — 𝐈𝐈. musings — 𝐈𝐈𝐈. wc

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— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]

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they hate me for finding romance in the violent & violence in the romantic. also for the killing