forum "How come you haven't run away from me yet?"//oxo//Closed

Started December 12, 2020 by @knightinadream group

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There is warmth in everything about her. He could feel it pulsating in her heart, beating against his chest. The soft smoothness in her voice is beyond soothing. Even despite her kissing him minutes ago, he could still sense the heat pressing against his lips. Of course, it was more than just the physical heat. Oh it was far beyond that. Within the depths of his own heart, he felt something. Actually, it felt a lot more than it ever could have if he were mortal. If only he knew to describe everything in words so he could tell Jimin everything.

"Do not be afraid…" He whispered those words underneath his breath. They felt strange rolling off of his tongue as if he has never said anything like that before. At that moment they felt all but familiar to him in the current context. Fear is all that he has ever known from birth to death to now. He believed that he was surviving off of it the same way he survives off of blood. Kings rule with fear. The bravest of fighters weaponize fear. And vampires, what else are they without fear?

What is he without fear? Is he nothing without it? No, he shouldn't be. Perhaps he could be even more without it flowing through his veins. Kangdae pushed all those thoughts to the side. Who knows how long they have till she has to go back. If only his mind did not slip so easily into the abyss of his thoughts.

"I am glad that you are letting me hold you and listen to your words." Reluctantly, he decided to let go. Sitting back, he stared at her. He sighed, "At least I have the bravest woman in all of Pyeonghwa. Beautiful, intelligent, resilient, and brave. I must have been blessed to have you here with me, Jimin."

Jimin was quiet, simply letting herself melting into his touch. Even if Kangdae was cold, he was so soft for some strange reason. She closed her eyes, enjoying their closeness until he decided to pull away.
He looked a little sad. Maybe that was because of what they had talked about. She reached for his hand again and chuckled softly. “So many compliments. I am not that brave.”
The cramping had stopped, so she sat up and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Well, you are such a considerate, affectionate man, how could I not let you hold me and listen to me?”
Speaking of compliments, they had not gone to see that person Kangdae had told her about. Rubbing his hand with her thumb, she said, “I’m not hurting anymore, so if you still want to see that special person you told me about, we can.”

"What do you mean? If you are not brave, then….then I am not either." He giggled when he felt her kissing his cheek. In a second, his body had tensed up but it had relaxed as he sighed. Kangdae shrugged in response to her question. "I am not sure. I just did not expect it, and yet, I am very grateful for you."

The pupils in his eyes widened at the sensation of her thumb. Thankfully she is feeling better. It made him happier knowing that. At first, he was about to nod in response, but then he stopped.

The special person? His eyes lowered to their hands while he tried to recalled what she was referring to. He squinted until finally remembering. Ah, that's right. Kangdae could not help resist the urge to laugh. Biting at his bottom lip, he tried with all his might to stop himself. His shoulders lightly bounced until he stopped himself and sighed. "It is getting late. I do not want to really bother them, unless, would you like to meet them? They are not that far away. It only takes a few minutes to walk over anyways. We can go if you would like, but it is a surprise, so you would have to keep your eyes closed."

Jimin laughed slightly again. Strange how laughter seemed to follow weeping. His own giggles excited her, a light flush coming to her cheeks.
“You’re so silly,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “I did not say I wasn’t brave, I said I wasn’t that brave, certainly not the bravest. But I am also certainly not a coward.” After a pause, she said, “You are certainly braver than I.”
When Kangdae’s shoulders began to bounce, she raised her head, smirking softly. “You forgot, didn’t you?” Then her lips formed a small ‘o’ shape. “Ah, you’re right. I do not want to bother them either. I will admit, you have me intrigued.”

His pupils widened at the realization of what he said. With his right hand, he lightly tapped on his ear. You would think a monster like himself would have better hearing, but perhaps he doesn't. Nevertheless, Kangdae shook his head. "Ah, I am sorry, Lady Hwang. I never meant to say that you are a coward. You are most certainly not one," He said, jokingly bowing his head right after. "I suppose it does not really matter who is braver, and who is a coward. It's the heart of the being that matters. That is what General Officer Song told me when I was a child, though I'm surprised someone from the Song Clan has a heart. Jimin, you have the courageous heart. I am braver, you have courage. We are perfect together."

Slightly tilting his head, he gazed over at Jimin. His eyes squinted as he smiled. "Ahhh, spirits. You have to be so adorable all the time, don't you, my dear?" He leaned to kiss her cheek. "Do I have your interest? That is quite the precious thing to have. I do not want you to lose it though. Will it be alright to wait till tomorrow?"

She could smile at him forever. It wasn’t hard; he was so cute. “Of course not,” Jimin said. “But yes, I believe General Officer Song is correct. I just don’t want to think too highly of myself, I suppose.” His words made her blush deepen, though. Courage, bravery. Was there a difference? Was bravery something you had when you are facing an enemy? Was courage something you had when you are facing a friend? Often, she felt as if she had neither. But perhaps he was right, they were perfect. He was full of fear, so he had to be brave. She was full of worry, so she had to be courageous. Was there a difference between those, too? Fear, worry. There was, so there must be a difference between courage and bravery, too.
Leaning into Kangdae’s kiss, her blush spread to her ears. “I… uh…” she hesitated, then skipped to his second question. “I— I won’t. You have my interest, darling, but I have plenty of patience to spare as well.”

"My love," He breathed. "We shall meet them tomorrow then! Oh, if only I had the same amount of patience as you do." His head fell onto his left shoulder while his eyes stayed on her. Some strands of hair fell in front of his field of vision, but he did not care. They were not important for what was is right beside him, and oh heavens, he cannot look away; he wouldn't even dare to. If he had to stare at her for hundreds of years, he would do it without any hesitation. Even now, he is doing it. It is difficult for him to find something to say. What is there to say that he already hasn't said?

A soft exhale quietly slipped through his lips. Kangdae was not to hold back on laughing when seeing Jimin's ears turn red. The scent of blood rushing nearly left him hypnotized, and yet, he did not even realize it. In all honesty, he was still thinking about how beautiful Jimin is and how her blushing is one of his favorite things. He did not even notice when he looked at her neck before his vision trailed up to her eyes and lips.

"I want to kiss you again, but I worry that the sun will rise by the time our lips part." With his brows scrunched together, he pouted. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he gazed up at her. "You are simply captivating. You have all of my interest in your palms."

“Wonderful,” she smiled. “That will do just fine with me.”
Jimin’s eyes stared back, soaking in his appearance, never getting tired of it. When his hair fell in front of his face, she reached out to get it out of the way. As she did so, her hand returned to running through his hair again. It was soft, and the action relaxing, she couldn’t help it. At one point she did look away, though it was mostly because his gaze on her was a little overwhelming.
She grinned as Kangdae placed his chin on her shoulder. “Oh, well, then allow me,” she murmured. “We still need to breathe, don’t we?” But then she thought about it for a moment. “Well, maybe just me.” She giggled and tilted her head so she could press her lips to his. It was certainly more confident this time. It was firm and pleasant, and she pulled away only to kiss him again, drinking him up as though she was parched. She had also wanted this, but felt better once she knew he wanted it too.

There is always something surging through his veins every time Jimin looks back at him. The space between them diminishes. A pressure weighs itself against his chest. He could not dare to look away from her. Even as she ran her fingers through his hair again, he kept gazing at her and into those gorgeous brown eyes of hers.

A shiver ran down his spine. Jimin's whisper rand in his ears. Kangdae laughed a little at her question. Softly, he whispered, "No," then laughed again as giggled. His eyes flickered down to her lips. Slowly leaning his head forward, they closed at the feeling of their lips touching.

He loved the feeling of her plump lips against his. All the warm sensations at the touch of his lips. The boldness in her kisses is sending him into a spiral; he cannot get enough of it, of her. Perhaps his words were true; he really does worry that their lips would finally part at the break of dawn.

Kangdae had his right hand to Jimin's cheek. His thumb gently pressed against it. When she let go, his head jerked forward a little. "Please….my love…," He whispered breathlessly. Eagerness leaped out of him as she kissed him again.

This kiss was longer, more drawn out. Jimin felt herself drowning in it as heat rose inside of her, spreading to her cheeks and the very tips of her fingers, toes, and ears. It clashed with with Kangdae’s cold hand on her cheek, relieving it from becoming too warm. Her own hand curled around his waist, bringing his body closer to her as her other hand fell from his hair and rested on his left shoulder. She just wanted his softness against her, to hold him and for him to hold her. She did not want to let go, not ever. Even if they must, she at least wanted to make the most of this while she could.
His lips were so soft, so cold. The longer they were pressed against hers, though, the more heat seeped into them. It was strange, feeling the clash of their body temperatures like this, though it did not stop her in the slightest. If anything, she pressed deeper.
Eventually though, she did need to breathe. When she pulled away, her breath came out in soft gasps. Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were half closed. The gasps slowly turned into soft, low laughter, then back into low breathing. She couldn’t decide if she was energized or drained. Her head rested against his shoulder, a small smile on her face.
“You don’t… you don’t mind if we do this again, right?” She asked, wondering if he was still worried.

(No it's good! I do not have much experience writing scenes like these so I hope mine is alright. You're good, don't worry.)

Oh how the stars above him feel so warm against him. Her lips refreshing for his thirst. Her touch making him melt underneath it. The sensation of her heart echoing against his void chest. All of this is making him feel alive. It was not even the fact that he felt alive, it was just….he is happy. He is being loved by Jimin and loving her.

A sigh had flew from his lips after the kiss was broken. The sounds of her static breathing filled his ears like song birds. He kept his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, taking in the beautiful sounds of her. It was awhile before he had opened them again. Sensing Jimin resting her head on him, he beamed.

"No, not at all, my dear," He whispered in response. "Whenever your heart desires." Maybe the worry had finally turned into dust and blew away. Maybe it is still lingering within in his hollow heart and burning soul. Wherever it is, all Kangdae knows is that the feeling of her head on his shoulder has never been so rewarding. Heat still pressed gently on his lips and face.

Slowly, he traced his fingers against her cheek. His fingertips glided over her skin. Tilting his head slightly, he stared at his lover. "Are you alright, Jimin?"

(Oh, yours are great! I love reading yours)

As his whispers washed over her, her smile widened. For a moment Jimin took in the feeling of his touch on her cheek, then raised her head to press her lips against his temple.
“I’m wonderful,” she murmured. “You don’t need to worry about me, Kangdae.”
Her hand ran through his hair again, bringing him closer to kiss him again. These were more gentle, less firm, and her lips would slip away only to come back and press onto his again. Her face was still heated, but earlier her heart had been pumping quickly and now it was slowing down.
She was not really thinking anymore, only feeling and doing. One kiss lasted longer than the others. It became fiercer as her hand slid behind his neck. It was like she was parched again, feeling a need to satisfy a sudden thirst.

"Good," He cooed. His laughter was low before he exhaled. "Even when expressing love to each other, I want to make sure that you are alright."

Excitement and anticipation sent shivers down his spine as she moved her hand through his hair. Take him. Lead him. Lead him into a paradise that they could only know. Lead him into a place that only she can take him. That is all he was able to think as he felt her lips laying on top of his.

He is melting underneath her touch. His lips glided underneath hers, moving softly yet quickly. Time had faded away from his mind. A sudden flash of need soared through him at the sensations. Oh how addicting such a thing can be.

Kangdae let his hand rest on her back. It pressed lightly, yet enough to bring Jimin the closest she could be to him. Not a single space left between them.

They stayed like that for a while, close and pressed into each other. The feeling of Kangdae’s hand on her back made Jimin shiver with pleasure. She did not want him to stop holding her, nor for her to stop holding him. His softness was electrifying, his eagerness thrilling.
Then she slowed, and moved to kiss his cheek. After taking a moment to breathe, she then asked, “And you? Are you alright?” Her voice was a whisper, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her hand moved back to his soft hair. If he truly wanted to stop, she would be fine with it. If they continued into the night, she would not mind that either. She was not in pain, as far as she could tell, but her underclothes were most likely stained by this point. The thought dismayed her, but she did not want to think of such things now. She leaned against him, simply waiting for his reply.

Kangdae did his best to control all the fervor flowing through him. So when Jimin had begun to slow down, he was only able to do the same within a few seconds. With eyes still closed, he sighed at the feeling of her kissing his cheek. He laughed a little.

At first, he just nodded in response. His vocal cords were stunned. Lifting his chin up, he opened his eyes gazing up at her. Ah, the most beautiful soul on this earth.

"I am……." The words freely slipped off of his tongue. His body was shocked from the sudden change of tension to relaxation. It wanted more. He wanted more. He wants to love her. From now until the sun rises, that is what he wants to do.

"My dear, whatever it is you want to do….whether that is to continue on….or to stop, I am fine with either just as long as I can see my stars above." Pausing for a second, he kissed the tip of her nose. "I love you. I love, you, Hwang Jimin."

She stared at him. With his eyes closed, he almost looked unreal. Were it not for her hand in his hair, she would have believed him to be a statue. That statuesque beauty seemed to stand out to her again, but then she saw him nod, and the illusion was broken. Desire rose in her again, and she felt herself leaning closer. He had the impression of someone drunk on love now, but then, perhaps they both were.
Jimin smiled. The little snowflake kiss on her nose, his low laughter. It was like a dream. She kissed his cheek again in return. “Then let us give each other what we deserve, Chang Kangdae,” she murmured. “I love you, too.”
Her lips pressed onto his once more. She drank him up and poured into him. Slowly, gradually, she pulled him close until she was lying down and he was on top of her. If only time could stop, and she would live in this moment forever.

A low exhale drawed out from his lips. His gaze was set on Jimin; it is unbreakable at this point. No matter what, he just couldn't look away. Not away from that smile. Not away from those sweet plump lips. Not away from the stars on her face.

Is he drunk on love? Yes, yes he is. His senses were filled with it. The smell of blood pumping had filled his nostrils as his touch was overtaken by her fingers in his hair or his hand on her back. Her voice filling his ears, leaving him in shivers. Practically every single part of him was overtaken as if a spell was put on him.

He grinned at her words. His lips parted, welcoming hers. Kangdae pressed up against her, as he took in the kisses. His hand reached up to her hair to protect her head as she pulled him close. Using his other hand, it laid on top of the bed. Savor each moment, he thought to himself. Savor each moment with Jimin.

She was on fire. She must have been. Everything inside of her was so hot and burning. His coolness was a relief, a necessity. His cold would keep her from burning up as she poured her warmth into him. She was burning. She was drunk.
When Jimin felt Kangdae's hand in her hair, her eyes began to water, though she had no clue why. No tears spilled out, but they wetted her eyelashes. There were the quiet sounds of shifting fabric, soft breathing, and occasional moans, but in her mind, it was so loud. It was like the pounding rain or swaying trees with their leaves brushing against each other all at once. She could not think, there was only the desperate need to hold him, to never let go. Her fingers gently tugged his robes.

He wished she could just rip his robes off. To feel her fingers digging into his back, he never had ever wanted to feel such a thing before. He wants more. Even in the waves of delight washing over him as their lips twisted and convulsed, desires were overwhelming him. Groans echoed from the bottom of his throat. Sometimes he would turn his head a little just to make the kiss deeper. His grip on the bed tightened. Despite being able to hear the sounds of the late night, the noises of their lips moving filled his ears.

Something was pulsating against him. His eyes opened wide, almost at the verge of popping out. The pupils were bleeding red, but they did not fade back into the normal dark brown shade; they stayed crimson. Another thirst had tainted his lips. Moving his hand from her hair, it gently stroked the side of her face all the way down to her neck. Eventually his lips broke away from hers, only to press lightly against the soft skin on her neck.

It was not long till he pulled away again. This time his lips move back as fangs had appeared. Inhaling deeply, his gaze fixated where his lips previously laid. His head shakingly titled to the right as he moved it closer. It kept steady though as it twitched slightly getting closer and closer. The fangs almost, just almost, brushed against the skin until he forced himself to stop. Within seconds they had disappeared, but he softly collapsed on top of her, resting his head beside hers. Very gradually, he took deep breaths while keeping his eyes closed. He was too embarrassed to open them.

She let him lead then, as he deepened the kisses. As his grip tightened on the bed, her fingers dug deeper into his robes. Things she had never felt before built up inside her, causing moans to be forced out. Something about his touch gliding down to her neck made a tear in her eye fall, down into her ear.
When the kiss was broken, she gasped, her chest rising and falling as he moved to her neck. Her eyes fluttered open, but her mind was groggy, as if she was coming out of a stupor. Then he pulled away once more. Her mind gained a sudden sense of clarity. The beautiful statuesque illusion from before had all but completely been erased, and in its place were the red irises and sharp fangs that gave him an appearance more in line with the stories of old. But he was beautiful. Oh, he was monstrous, and he was beautiful, how could he not be? Instead of those deep dark orbs, it was the pools of rubies and blood that she got lost in. Instead of soft, smiling lips, it was gleaming, snake-like teeth that she could not tear her gaze away from.
Her breath became shaky. As his fangs nearly brushed against her, she whimpered softly, her eyes wide. Yet, she could not move. Her hands had gone limp, and one of them released its grip on his hair. Then as quickly as they came, the fangs were gone. His soft, cool body pressed against her, and she buried her face in it, trying to cool herself down. It didn’t really solve anything though, she had shared her warmth with him. At least it was not actually emitting heat.
“So this is the limit.” Her voice was only just loud enough to be heard. “Kangdae, understand this. Not once as you wept were you weak, but this… this was the one moment where you strayed into weakness.”

If only he knew what had overcome him. Kangdae could not explain it; he wished that he was able to. On the other hand, if he did, then this wouldn't have happened. They could have went on if the two of them had desired. Jimin then would not have seen his fangs. She would not be in danger of him, of it. Regardless of all the what if's, sadly, it had happened and he is ashamed.

He feels drained. The force of fighting against his natural bloodthirsty urges must have overwhelmed him. Still, even in his now exhausted mind, he does not understand how the thirst had appeared out of nowhere. As he tried to ponder about it, all the thoughts of it were weighing him down.

Jimin. Her heat continued to radiate against him. Finally, he mustered up the strength to get up and sit at the edge of the bed. He should have gotten up and away the moment he realized what was going on; he's a fool for not doing so. His head hung low as his shoulders had dropped. Strands of hair fell in front of his face.

Strayed into weakness, her words had clung to him. All of it is true, there is no way for him to deny that. Certainly, he feels weak now. He wanted to say sorry, to say "I love you". This is not his limit, he wanted to argue, he can do much more. They could have went on if it had not overtaken him. He wanted to ask for forgiveness, to beg for it even. Shame had gotten him into a chokehold for he could not say anything.

Somehow, even after his head had jerked again, he nodded. "Let it be known then….that I was not taking advantage of you, Jimin," He barely audibly admitted. "I do not know what happened, though it lingers and lingers even as I weep. Even as I love you, look at you, smile and laugh with you, it lingers therefore the weakness is always with me."

The fire was gone. A hollow, empty feeling had replaced it. Yet, when she brought a hand to her face, it was still warm. Her lips felt as though they had been crushed. It was difficult to get her mind to focus. It went back and forth between the feeling of when they were pressed against one another, his red eyes and fangs, them grazing her neck. For a moment she had not registered that he had moved to the edge of the bed.
Jimin sat up, and had to overcome a brief sense of dizziness. She tried to smooth down her hair, tucking away any flyaways. Inevitably her attention was drawn to the sound of Kangdae’s quiet voice.
“No, my dear, you were not,” she affirmed. Though she had been afraid at the time, not once did she think what had happened was intentional on his part. “And I cannot judge you for it. We all have weaknesses, after all,” she murmured. “But there is a difference between giving each other what we deserve and indulging in consuming desires, so this is where we must draw a line. It is in order to keep each other safe, you very well know.”
She wanted to reach out to him, take his hand or touch his shoulder, but she worried that he did not want to be touched. She sighed, taking a moment to think. “Please, can you tell me— is it because you are hungry? Or perhaps because I am bleeding?”

Kangdae knew that it would be unwise of him to just wallow in any form of self-pity or weakness. On the contrary, he felt as if it were the only way to figure out what had happened and why he did it. Now, he felt like he himself did not do it, but more so the natural instinct of being a vampire. Of course he still did it and there's no denying it. There is no way for him to really now. He is the only vampire on palace grounds, or at least, that is what he believes.

Jimin's words pierced through his thoughts like an arrow into a deer. Almost startling for him despite the unnatural sluggishness in his movements. Turning his head, he glanced at her over his shoulder. Strands of hair still covered most of his face. Hesitation gleamed in the dark pupils of his eyes while they stared at her.

Her words made sense to him. All of it did. Though, in all honesty, he was more worried about her wellbeing than his. An undead monarch falling in love with a human lady in waiting, he should have prepared better for her sake. He wanted to sit beside her, lay his head on her shoulder or vice versa. He wanted to pull her into a gentle embrace, but could he?

He said nothing. Typically he would have argued something or find some string of words in hoping to convince that he can make the situation better. It was not until Jimin had asked him when he finally let his lips part as he began to speak.

Actually he didn't. The moment he took in an exhale, he stopped. Was he really hungry? No, he fed a little less than a week ago. Wait…Did he? His eyes wandered from the sheets back up to hers before he shrugged. "I am not so sure myself," He shook his head. Burying his face between his hands, he shook his head again then let his hands drop. "Maybe I am hungry. It could be the fact I have never loved someone this way since I died and turned. I told you a few days ago I tried meeting with a few concubines, how it never worked. It could be anything. I wish I knew why. I wish I knew…..I wish…."

In the silence, she nearly got lost in herself again. Her muscles twitched, and she found herself yawning. She covered her mouth, closing her eyes. She opened them just in time to hear him speak. As she listened her gaze was fixed in him, despite her sudden drowsiness.
Even though he said he may be hungry, there was a sense of inner guilt in Jimin. She had been afraid that her bleeding would be a problem, and how is it that the start of her cycle coincided with this? Maybe if she was not bleeding, this would not have happened. Maybe they would have been able to continue on, enjoying each other.
Partially out of anxiety, she slipped out of the bed. Pain struck her abdomen, and a soft hiss came out of her, but she ignored it and turned to look through the covers.
“Well, since you don’t know why,” she said as she looked, “you shouldn’t drive yourself insane trying to figure it out.” She found nothing. Satisfied and more than a little relieved, she decided to sit beside him. “I had hoped we could figure out a way to prevent more instances like that in the future with that information, but we can still work something out without it.”
The cramping had come back with a vengeance, but the tea was probably cold by now. She shut her eyes tight, her hand gripping the bed. “Mm…” she had been about to speak, but had to remind herself to breathe. After a few moments, she murmured, “It was… so wonderful. I want to do it again, but we should try to be more careful. I should not have…” A sigh. “I should not have brought us down onto the bed.”

The feeling of hunger usually clings to him the way a frightened child clings to their mother. So strong, so tight. Usually it clogs his mind the entire day until he get his target. Now his mind is hollowed out nearing the point of being worn and weathered; not tensed with the stress continuing to build up. Maybe it is another kind of thirst or maybe he is in fact hungry. Whatever it may be, he just wants to learn to control it.

He almost chuckled at her words. Lowering his head, he stared down at the floor. Honestly, he would not be surprised if he hadn't already. That is something his mother does a lot, and he is his mother's son both sharing copious amounts of worries. Nevertheless, he let go of the pondering. Jimin is right, there is no use to it. "I am sure that we will," He softly hummed. "I enjoyed feeling you enjoying yourself…enjoying me. All those captivating sensations blossoming between us."

Finally he develops some courage to rest his hand on her back. His eyes do look over at her neck but only so they could climb up to get a glimpse of her cheek. Cautiously, he leans in to give her a little peck. "No….Do not say that my dear." He placed another kiss below the neck area then quickly removed his lips. "How would you have known? You were curious yet daring, there is nothing to blame for in that."

Kangdae laid back on the bed. His hand gradually slid down her back before resting on top of the sheets. "You know how in stories the hunters always win? It's because of control. They make sure they are always on top so then nothing happens to them. Maybe there is something for us to learn in that in this situation." As he spoke, he let his hand travel up and down her back. "Why not do it again? Would you like to, Jimin?"

When Kangdae placed his hand on her back, she closed her eyes and exhaled. A smile grew on her face as he kissed her. It wouldn’t take away the pain, but it made things a bit better. And it was nice to see that he was comfortable with touching again. “I suppose you are right.”
For a moment she stayed where she was, letting him rub her back. It helped with the cramps, somewhat. “Mm…” Perhaps there was something to learn from those stories. Though, it felt to her as though they had been staying on top of things all along, and only now had let their guard down. How should they learn from that, then?
She gave him a small, tired smile. “My love, I am in pain again. And I’m starting to get sleepy.” She laid down, then curled up against him. “Though, I wish I could sleep here, with you.” She closed her eyes, trying to relax so the pain would leave her. It seemed like claws were gripping her tightly around the hips, and she couldn’t pry them off.
“You know, red eyes are rather attractive on you.” She tried to sound nonchalant, even casual, but saying it made her face warm again.

The feeling of silk slid against his fingers as he gently dragged them along. He liked the whispers of it while doing so; a soft lullaby or hum that murmured in his ears. Even though his rubbing was slow, it progressively became slower. The powers of the night flowed through his veins, and yet, he felt unusually lethargic. Must have had been from fighting against those habitual urges just minutes ago. Guilt still hung within his heart though, even if they have moved on from it.

Kangdae stopped. His hand dropped onto the bed when he looked up at Jimin, smiling back. As she laid down, he wrapped her in his arms. "Let me try to take some of the pain away, my lady." Somehow trails of low chuckles left him as she snuggled up to him. At first, her words did not hit him; he did not realize the impact they had on him. I wish I could sleep here, with you…. Softly squeezing Jimin, he kissed her cheek again. "Maybe someday…." He whispered. "Maybe someday we can. Not in these bed chambers, but somewhere else."

"Pardon?" The calmness of his face drastically changed when his pupils widened. He paused as his thoughts had come to a halt. Then there is his brows which had been rose until he giggled. "Only to try to match the redness of your cheeks right now my dear," He cooed. "I have heard they can turn blue or even permanently stay blue, though from others' eyes, I've known them to be red. Do you really like them? Even when I am the way I am?"

Being in Kangdae’s arms made her very close to falling asleep, but his voice kept her awake. “That would be nice,” she murmured, though his chuckling confused her.
Jimin opened her eyes, unable to not look at him. A grin spread on her face, though her cheeks were still red. As he giggled, she laughed with him, then moved to kiss his nose.
“Matching is nice,” she said. “And yes. They’re very… bright, and deep. All at once.” Closing her eyes again, she breathed, “Especially when you are the way you are. If you were human, they wouldn’t be red. But they’re attractive when they’re brown, too…”
She trailed off. The feeling of his cool arms, the imprint of his lips on her cheek, his warm voice filled her senses. She edged closer and closer to unconsciousness.

"It would be, indeed," He sighed. The gleam in his face had briefly fallen to a somber. Only when she kissed his nose did he smile again. Her laughter filled his ears like sweet music. With caution did he tightened his embrace.

Funny how he really never had thought of what his eyes appeared to be. All he can recall is stories and what he had barely seen in the reflection from ponds and rivers. On the other hand, it made him happy to hear that they were pleasing to look at, that she likes them.

A question suddenly had fallen off of his lips. "Shall I take you back to your quarters again, my love?" Softly rubbing the side of her head, he stared at the little freckles on her. It must be getting late seeing as she is about to fall asleep. If only he was able to have figured these details out already. He did not want the evening to turn into daytime. He did not want her to go back so soon.

Despite all these wants, he knew that even as a prince, even as a vampire, that he cannot acquire them. Nevertheless, Kangdae had everything now. Well, almost everything, but he has Jimin now and so does she have him. Even in the lonely hours of the sunlight, he felt her company.