In. — Kyujin . - Blog Posts

it is kind of funny and unexpected that kyujin has volunteered to sleep in the sleeping bag. such a spoiled brat who preferred soft yet firm mattress, you get it, the perfect kind of mattress that costs a fortune. but that's all in the past since she was recently disinherited by her parents. but a sleeping bag? that's new and only so that divina could get the semi - comfortable couch.

and it's divina waking kyujin up from her deep slumber. it takes a few nudges until she opens her eyes, lazily blinking. " hmm. " humming, shuffling a bit to the side, too sleepy to say anything so she just pats the empty spot next to her.

open to all muse: divina loemba plot: we’re at a party with friends that don’t know about us. they suspect it, everyone who has two eyes can see how i look at you and how you look at me. it’s getting late, a few people decide to stay because the buses don’t drive this late and it’s cold outside anyway. i sleep on the couch and you sleep in a sleeping bag on the ground and in the middle of the night, i get up to join you. you smell like home and i can immediately sleep.

Tip toes carried her over the warm wood floors, trying her best not to have them creak too loudly. While not good at staying at someone else's place to fall asleep anyway, it didn't help that the person she wanted to be with most was that far away. Okay, well it were only a few steps from the couch over to the sleeping bags of their friends and well - them. Quietly she crouched by their side, giving them a slight nudge to see if they would wake up just enough to let her inside..if they had been asleep yet at all. "Can I?" A whisper in the dark, eyes gazing over them with the same softness they had all evening. They both knew she didn't like sleeping alone, but it may also be so much more than that. Oh, Divina was utterly lost for them.

surprise is an understatement. her pupils are wide, her breath heavy, all of her body tense. " what the frick did you just —, " cutting self off, kyujin starts backing away from her old friend, slowly, as if not to enrage the feral animal he is further. it's good to note this is her first time seeing a dead body. " i'm gonna, i'm gon — you're— bye — . " back pressed against the door, fumbling with the handle.

muse :  mikah morningstar . he / him . bisexual . vampire . plot : mikah's still apart of the cult right now although he's growing use to his new punishment (being turned) and sent to recruit people . could be a stranger . could be an old friend . status : open to f/nb .

mikah sees the surprise on the other's face and he lets a sigh leave his lips. drags the cigarette away just enough so he can speak to them. "sorry about that, sweetheart. you weren't supposed to see that." the vampire steps over the deceased body and closer to the other. glances down and drags his shoe across concrete to attempt to clear it of blood. "i'm usually not so messy."