Fugue State

a state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity

summer event: june 10th - August 31st
 

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 Catch Me If You Can, @Sarah/Soren
Jun 10 2018, 05:52 AM
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31 (turned at 30) hybrid mode / violin teacher
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Because I had danced, the beautiful lady was enchanted. Because I had danced, the shining moon echoed. Proposing marriage, the god shall descend.
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With the leaflet secure in his hands, Yuan could only rationally look at Soren behind himself and say, “We’re going.”

The divines laughed at Soren in punishment if they paired the wallflower with a social butterfly. Yuan was aware.

The leaflet had come into their home, slipped into their mailbox to be picked up some time later as Yuan was doing the usual rounds; wake up, shower, dress up, walk the dogs, pick up mail, come back, have breakfast… Morning sex, naturally, belonged somewhere in there. Maybe he woke up to sex, or maybe he woke up and then had sex. Maybe, he managed to secure himself a quick, warm shower since he hated the cold now that everything felt so powerful. He didn’t explain this reason. Perhaps because the chill kissed him and made him feel odd, naked, and trapped in some urging to huddle up, whisking Soren off to a den for himself and no other man Their dogs, perhaps. Winter cometh, his instinct screamed when he felt the cold rain, winter cometh and he’d succumb to an instinct most primal and muck on his man.

Soren had yet to mind.

Or perhaps he’d be abducted after the shower venture, permitted a free few minutes to himself before Soren was there, and was so was another part of him, hard and if not hard yet as though acting on offense, Yuan could fix that detail.

The dogs had been walked, his hair was no longer wet, and the morning sex had been had, waking him to into the day with the familiar weight of his lover atop himself and no ounce of Yuan caring to mind that. He didn’t recall a single day that he would. But on another note here, he walked to Soren, and kissed him on the lips all soft. The dogs were walking around them, to and fro, to and fro as their own alpha embraced his lover. One hand around the back of Soren’s neck and here Yuan was, chirpy, happy, and speaking to the man--

“It’ll be great, we should try a bit of everything. Are you excited?”

When he pulled back, a happy smile on his face, the laugh lines there and his eyes squinted, he knew: no, of course not. Soren was hardly a social creature. And yet Yuan, almost to the sound of some lala, can’t catch me just fluttered off, laughing as he did. It trilled.

He did know, and: he didn’t care at all.

Lala, can't catch me~

It was on the 10th.

Principally, Yuan refused to go any earlier. It’d be the most crowded the first week, and although he wasn’t doubting that people would keep flocking all throughout the event, for its attractability, he also detested going early. And still, he felt antsy. He had an outing daily, and despite that when the day of the 11th (eventually postponed then) rolled by, he acted as though Soren kept him in a cage. Excited and giddy, already standing at the door as the night sank, speaking-- “Soren, hurry.”

Lala, can't catch me.

The dogs had been walked, the morning sex had, and since then an entire day had been had. When Soren showed up at last, hair curly, and his form clad, Yuan felt only antsier then.

Such a while of being together, about to be two years soon since they first met, and looking at the man had yet to begin to tire him. His hair, his face, the perpetual smolder, the stubble across his jaw and kissing down his neck, the overall appearance of him, that sharp triangle shape of his frame-- everything, and this everything Soren tumbled the pit of Yuan’s stomach, causing him to press against the door he stood at, a lean that invited an attack.

He smiled at Soren, distracted.

“Let’s go,” he urged, although his voice was soft. Surely begging, demanding for Soren to take advantage of the distraction; to latch onto the way Yuan had squeezed and throbbed their bond, all loving, all heated and warm.

He grabbed the front of Soren’s clothes and yanked him all close-- nose to nose, his eyes golden and his fist curled around the clothes of his man, and Yuan’s tone a rumble with a tucked in laugh.

In a growl.

“You distract…”

He didn’t sound like he minded that.

With cheer, he smiled then.

“Let’s go.”

He’d work up their appetite until they were ripping off clothes.

Lalala, catch me if you can~

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Jun 10 2018, 11:48 PM
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Already his scowl was affixed to his face, a softer thing int he presence of Yuan and one that was easily confused to lapse him into the heat of a smolder. At the moment it wasn’t that, not in the wake of an affirmation he wanted little of, though he wasn’t even sure what it was they were attending, but Soren knew he’d want none of it. A man who contented best when he was left to his own, or in the presence of one or two others, one of which stood with him now, all full of whimsy and pink-cheeked. The other was equally as grumpy and not present in this moment. Whatever it was it would likely entail other people and into that Soren wanted nothing of it.

A man that easily balked in the face of anything social and anyone might have considered them an ill fit by any shallow glance.

Dogs at their feet and Yuan’s plush lips pressed to his own, thinned and unamused over this prospect as the audience surely looked and snickered at his mounting misfortune. If they were participants in a game show, Soren had already lost, chosen the wrong vowel or picked the wrong path, the wrong answer— he was doomed to an ending that would see him fail and out the door with his lover, a man so warm and brimming over with social prowess and the need for it, always.

A hand around the man’s hip and the other would pluck the pamphlet from Yuan’s hold to look over the text that sat upon its face, a bold and cheeky font that stated things in the same manner. It frowned him where Yuan smiled and fluttered, a leaf upon the wind and he was off, and off again, and off still in a mention of aroma that was best described as wont for the chase Soren both wanted to peruse and also did not. The need to huff was also there—

Was he excited?

”The fucking fae… absolutely not,”

Whether he spoke of their going or his enjoyment after this was anyone’s guess.

Sheet left on the counter and he couldn’t fussed to look after it like it were anything precious or lasting. As his feet followed the man in a pattern that spoke of laze, laze that followed all the same, not slowly and not hurried but it was nothing that was particularly intent on catching the man he trailed behind.

Perhaps he’d not wanted to go (he did not) but his feet would eventually near the door that Yuan leaned back against in a fashion waiting. Pinned by some invisible force that saw Soren near, looking everything dark and perpetually petulant to the sunny and sparkling that was Yuan. Jacket forgone and the denim of his button down shirt clung to him in a fashion that he’d not notice so much as he would the twinkle in Yuan’s eyes. Dark and starry, his form too tall and the rise and fall of his chest a bit too rapid, it spoke of excitement, as well as did the energy that laced across their bond.

The tuck of his chin and the cant of his gaze, through lashes, belied his stalking better than would the feel of him then, dark and possessive as his shirt was tugged and their frames sandwiched together. Arms bracketing the man as he spoke—

”We could just stay, and be distracted,”

A futile effort that would see him back a step and Yuan fluttered off like a leaf once more, shifting through the door and to the car.

Soren was only thankful that the man had insisted the going was incorporated with a they. Involved with the fae and he’d have squashed every idea floating about in Yuan’s head had it been his intent to rush off with his wolves, or someone else entirely. A hard and fast given no to a man who lived for these things. The fae were a dastardly bunch and nothing Soren would see Yuan cast in the middle of on his own.

He’d been fae for too long to trust anything of theirs.

The drive wasn’t far, though parking was atrocious and their walk to the beach was more blocks than he’d have liked, they’d make it in a timely fashion. The block before they were spat out to the boardwalk and Soren’s voice was cautious and low—

”Don’t eat anything, don’t drink anything they give you either,” aware he sounded like a superstitious old fool, he’d offer nothing but a shrug as they walked, his form close and his eyes darting. The cigarette at the far side of his mouth plucked and flicked as his hand found Yuan’s, fingers twined and the smell of bonfires and people wafted up to greet them long before their feet touched the wooden slats of the old boardwalk. There were too many people, their bodies all rushing about and forming clumps here and there, the noise was tremendous and unsettling. When he grumbled again it was nonsensical and grumpy, beneath his breath as he skulked along beside the sunny thing that floated beside.

The sun and his tethered and grumpy moon.

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Jun 11 2018, 02:41 AM
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31 (turned at 30) hybrid mode / violin teacher
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Because I had danced, the beautiful lady was enchanted. Because I had danced, the shining moon echoed. Proposing marriage, the god shall descend.
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Yuan hummed at that.

It was a lovely thought, even tempting. To stay in the confinements of these four walls and indulge in each other in a behavior quite raucous, and even juvenile in a manner. What were they, rutting teenagers? Had Soren not been a mate, but ‘only’ a boyfriend, Yuan imagined he’d have been quite insistent on going out more than that. But he was not. And so, the thought of holing up for the night, for the week, for the month instead of ever going out both went against the grain of his biological make-up, and simultaneously acted to tease and tempt like a raw juicy steak to something wild.

And still, he’d easily choose to go out.

With a smile, and a good mood that he let hang upon his person like a loose dress, he’d be out, pouring into the car that he’d leave in Soren’s hands to drive. Ridden there, he was but a child, in a manner, fondly glancing over all of the bonfires visible in the distance. When they finally stepped out to walk to the beach, he’d only tell Soren--

“Of course.”

He’d not listened to a word.

The world was a lot of colors now; it was Soren’s heartbeat, it was the wolf in his mind, it was the symphony of all the veins that sang out to him, twas the way that hot-blooded people flocked all around here. It was their dance, their movement, the rapid jerks of their limbs in a show of clumsiness, a case of a pretend dance that oddly caused Yuan to chuckle and feel as alive as the fire when you tossed every hot oil inside.

He burned. And as he burned, he gravitated towards those great, burning fires, stopping him with a hiss of startle that he sounded from his throat and he'd narrow his eyes at the one he had approached, standing tall and five feet away from their persons, Yuan’s own head lowered, something feral, amused in his expression. He smirked.

Magic surrounded it, magic surrounded everything here, and with his ridiculous sensitivity he looked around here, deciding it really would be in his best interest not to tease a relatively young hybrid… with a great need to dance with men. He looked at Soren.

“Magic,” he uselessly informed the man, still hand in hand, spinning himself around so he could stand in Soren’s hold, chest to chest and their lips brushing together in an almost kiss, but over Soren's shoulder he’d peer then, as they stood in sand, at the people off to the left of them, a whole crowd dancing to a concert of some rock band that did nothing to tickle Yuan’s passion for playing an instrument.

They did.

They did, with the necks they’d bare, with the way they’d move and sometimes stop to stand, mouthing the lyrics back at the singer whose voice was wrapped in magic itself. Yuan could tell.

How, he no longer bothered to question, as old as he was. He looked at Soren.

With a bit of a smile and something calm, saying, “Hunt”, before pulling off again, and pulling Soren along. But if he really wanted this hunt, he’d have to disengage from him, sending either man on his own in a hunt for blood. Perhaps, Soren the grumpy vampire would rather not. Yuan didn’t blame him.

And still, trusting his Soren to stop him if it was needed, he looked over the crowd purposefully, tilting head back just so he could rub cheeks for a moment and lean nose into his man. Into the side of his face, and there breathe him in-out-in-exhale, and say--

“Watch over me.”

It was time to mingle with these men.

And so he would pull away first with the squeeze of their hands, then off, provided that Soren’s hold on him wouldn’t prevent the effort. Yuan would, he’d want to, he’d try to, to get himself lost in the mass of these strangers, to become seductive, warm-blooded and tall enough he’d draw eyes by default. To show off his smile, the subtle expression. The dark of his eyes, his handsome, and even features. Something irrevocably compelling, and worthwhile attention.

So he could walk on through these people, light on these feet like the wolf he was, like a vampire, noiseless because when these species paired together the only thing they could vomit was the definition of a predator.

One with eyes of lovely gold they poured color forth and he smiled at a woman once deep in the crowd. The music was loud. And the people dancing. A drink in her hand. Her eyes staring. Something in her features said it plainly.

You’re pretty.

He’d have smiled, cutely.

He did.

Thank you.

He bowed his head then, ducked away with her frame a few feet where the crowd wouldn't see them, and under the supervision of his mate, pierced her neck and drank from her vein.

The alcohol she'd had here made her human blood taste very great.

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Jun 11 2018, 09:09 PM
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Their feet sink into the sand as they lapsed from the boardwalk to the beach. The hum of magic was everywhere, the irritation of it, so familiar and it itched his skin as they wandered. Decidedly, Soren’s feet were slower and more methodical than the excited shift of Yuan’s long legs, a man that followed along behind in a caution he couldn’t simply set aside for the sake of people and the wide open outdoors. Everything discontented then, and he could have cautioned Yuan about fifty things he doubted the man would heed, would forget in the span of his mind as it switched from this moment to excited in the span of seconds. Thrill seeking where Soren was better fit to stand beside the roller coaster and keep watch.

There were too many people and the night was too loud, it was nothing that fit well in his mind as anything that would see them to the beginning of dawn without some scathing along the way. Standing near a bonfire and Soren’s eyes were simply flicked in a peer that was a difficult mixture of irritation and warmth, not even the brush of lips over his own would see the former squashed for the latter.

Magic.

Soren’s mind sighed gently as his fingers curled around the hips of the man pressed against and peering over his shoulder. Magic. His mind hissed back an I know, a mention that throbbed hte bond with his restless, itchy need to fidget and work himself into a frenzy of irritation. Quelled only by the grounding presence of his hybrid.

His.

His eyes were better than arrows as they snapped to someone who wandered by, met and they hissed out their whirring noise in the din of the moments. Mine. As if this man who stumbled and wobbled had anything in his mind like want to do anything like touch the man pressed against Soren’s chest. A needless warning but a warning all that same. One the man heeded as well as he’d never intended not too, his feet stumbled him onward and towards a group a bit off and to the side. His mind wasn’t so well severed then, from the moment, when Yuan’s voice came again. Came again with a tug that displaced his feet and wandered him after.

Their fingers still linked and Soren tagged along towards the loud of a concert that would see them parted in a scenting that rubbed Yuan’s over his cheek. It case Soren’s eyes warm, for a moment, brief and wandering after the man as he slipped through the crowd and Soren, as he’d hummed in wordless agreement, stood himself there and pinned his gaze in a tracking that best suited him and the predator that wandered around beneath his skin. Nothing he could attribute to a wolf, but it paced all the same. A slavering beast that grew anxious and uncomfortable as its other half laid itself on a chopping block like a slab of meat—

Cut through the crowd in a fashion diagonal as Yuan wandered forward.

The crowd parted or was, not a care given to their jostling along the way. Every hand that clung to him was shaken as he continued, his pace as languid as Yuan’s and they wandered this place like boats intent on meeting at a harbor not far off some distant exotic coastline.

And they would.

Brushed back together eventually, Soren’s pacing swung him wide in a berth that eyed the crowd and allowed the man his bit of feast. Needful and yet it did little to ease the middle of him, a pit that riled and grew fussier the longer the man sat himself there against a neck lithe and long. The clinging of her hands as they slipped and resituated themselves would see his feet corrected. Brushing close, Soren’s hand would squeeze against Yuan’s hip, brushing palm along and over the small of his back where he’d see the woman’s fingers loosed. The need to break them was there—

He’d not.

Lamenting in that moment this outing as he stood himself near, watching, the world over the sight of his hybrid feasting.

His hybrid.

Eyes brushing back to Yuan and he’d throb the bond over in a caustic sensation, if felt like molten irritation he’d best name as jealousy. Coiled like a viper in the pit of him and his feet would wander, eyes snapping to the world as he kept tabs on but needfully distanced himself. Stood there, leaned against a lamp post to watch the concert and its crowd until Yuan ceased his feeding or struggled and bade after him being pried from his meal.

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Because I had danced, the beautiful lady was enchanted. Because I had danced, the shining moon echoed. Proposing marriage, the god shall descend.
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She was delicious.

Robust, human, in many ways the best there was. Yuan adored the flavor of a kitsune, and that the one of a vampire, and then the sinfully good flavor of a shifter, and the tempting explosion of a hybrid that he’d not had yet although it was a desire-- he adored it just by a default, knowing in some part of his mind that once he’d had a taste he’d want none other around. Outside of Soren. Always outside of Soren. He’d always want him, no matter the state. Even now as he passed.

Mouth pulled up, head risen, and Yuan angled it over at Soren for the cheek of brushing past, a hand on his lower back and the woman’s casual hold loosened. He should have been upset. Soren’s jealousy after all played no role here. Instead with amusement, Yuan looked at the man.

It was as much of an unspoken approval that needed be said.

He released the woman.

Bit on his lower lip, leaving a few drops in the wound and giving it a lick before he was sending her off. She looked dazed, a fog in her mind. Yuan stayed her with one final look of making sure she was fine, before as before, off he was like a butterfly. He found himself another victim soon enough.

It was a woman, again, also a drink of alcohol in her hand. It was a bit deeper into the crowd at this concert. She gave him a coy, pretty smile as he passed her way, as he wandered around on the other side of her, though didn’t linger to share the inelegant thrashing of a body called dancing. It wasn’t an insult intended. But it was something hard, jagged, reminding him of the last time he had been to the butcher’s, and seen a literal handling of dead meat. Chop, chop, chop, and exactly like that he thought of this movement. Chop, chop, chop, and Yuan would hardly join in these efforts. He smiled at the woman, all placating and warm, and as he put a finger under her chin and angled it up, she had no time to react.

“Come,” his order would echo, deep in her mind. Come. Yuan had yet to decide if he loved this advantage he got. In truth, the compulsion seemed more of a point of concern, but it worked as well as finely tuned machine, as the weather forecast occasionally, overpowering often even the stronger minds that had just never assumed they had to steel themselves against a vampire.

It was no matter.

She gave a nod, her eyes like saucers, and Yuan wrapped his arm around her, guiding her away from the people-- off to the side, and he’d duck his head down and bury himself in her. Her gasp would not be heard.

His back would be to Soren, perhaps twenty people between them. He couldn’t tell if Soren would see. Conscious of his lover’s ire, however, he refused to take a lot of time. He refused.

And still, he took some time.

With the shifter.

She must have belonged to some pack-- visiting or. Something. She wasn’t one of theirs. But with the cling of others onto her, she smelled many times more delicious and, for that alone.

He had to take his time by default.

He could have drained her.

He considered it, suddenly, he wanted it. Leaving him as wet as the thought of a throbbing hard thing, he only strictly reminded himself that should he ever kill a person, it would not be today. Not ready for the act, Yuan screamed this reminder into his dazed man where a thick, white fog had settled, and the woman’s sweet shifter blood filled him better than the human’s. But he’d have drunk more even to the point of bursting.

Having a hybrid would surely kill him.

Yuan removed himself for her, similarly healing her wound. It took so much of his focus the action looked exacted, and pronounced his struggle. He fluttered off to his Soren afterwards, simply to find comfort.

His hunger was still strong.

Looking over people as he passed, the blood gathered from the corner of his lips, sucked until they were pink instead of red, he resisted the urge to hunt again, there seeing a man, a man, and he looked a bit like Soren; mad attractive, with dark, almost pitch black hair. It twisted the pit of Yuan’s stomach. Somehow in his mind, he managed to reject him as though he was filth.

He found Soren.

Wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, or rather just the hands, his arms dangling over the man’s chest, tucked between them as Yuan shamelessly rested closer to the man. There was blood in his breath.

Still, Yuan lipped against him, lips on lips and he offered a soft apology, something murmured and sweet and right against him.

“Sorry.”

For something. He kissed along Soren’s cheeks, dreaming about taking from his neck. Instead, as though he knew only one truly reliable way of placating his lover, he stuck out his neck--

The offer, at the moment, more than obvious.

And if you trusted that plaint shudder in his frame, even wanted.

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Jun 13 2018, 12:15 AM
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On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man, in a dusty black coat with a red right hand. They're whispering his name through this disappearing land, but hidden in his coat is a red right hand.
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Ren / 'Hey Asshole'

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Women, there would be a plural of them, a pair and Soren thirsted as much as he riled. Stood there on his spot leaned against the lamp post with its light streaming down in a halo around a dark spot int he world and he’d not leave as he tracked the motions of Yuan, fingers delivering to the crook of his mouth a cigarette that he’d see lit as he stared. Watched this man as he wandered and it was nothing that would seem to tickle anything like instinctual bother. Yuan’s limits hadn’t been pushed and his hunger, while vibrant against the bond, was nothing that posed threat to his control. An end Soren wasn’t immune to knowing he owed a debt of gratitude to the man who alphaed his own man; Law.

His mind in that moment didn’t linger on this other but rather pinned itself to the hybrid and his current meal, a woman he couldn’t smell though if he’d been closer and there’d been less people he might have understood the draw. This wouldn’t have ceased his ire in the least, but he would have tacked on some form of understanding to it at least. Watched him and smoked, some possessive dragon sat a dozen yards away watching his hoard as it flirted with disaster and the need to hunt for itself and flick between the others in a manner social, even in this.

Soren’s own feeding was always a thing that came of necessity over the need to indulge, lest he was with Yuan and hey were hunting together. Yuan wouldn’t see himself fed from vagrants and the bottom scrapings of society, not if Soren had anything to say about it. He always did. It was only in the presence of his hybrid that he fed for the need to be social and warm himself over in the blood of women— a subject that twinged something like respect in his mind, an abstaining he produced out of respect for his own mate. A man none too easily swayed by some pretty cock walking by, at least not now, but he’d still find reason to abstain. Not to tickle the beast as it were, in himself or in his mate.

The only man he’d see down his throat would be the dredges of this world, of the man he watched approach even then;

Yuan.

The deep, dark bow of his chin to his chest would raise then, the scowl eased from his face in the simplest of movements, it softened him as Yuan neared, an arm beckoned and saw itself wrapped around Yuan’s waist as he came to stand in the perfect and golden filtered light above. He was warm, and smelled of wolf, not his own but some other, that and the complexity that was a white blank paper of humanity. A simple thing and it was nothing that overtly interested Soren in the least. Their taste was bland and oddly heavy for what it was; human. Chin slipping softly to the side in a curious but dismissive gesture that would see the apology gone from his stained lips, their groves inviting with the subtlest lingering of others—

They pressed against his skin then in affections that glanced Soren out across the crowd as his hand wound tighter still. Possessive and he dared the world to judge any moment of theirs as impure and not see him launched into a need to rip the idea from mind.

A passing thought in the wake of an offered throat just beneath his nose.

”Mm,” vibrated against the soft pulse of his man, the sweet smell of him hooding Soren’s eyes gently before fangs slipped from his gums and his lips parted in a whispered ”you’re forgiven” that was only too quickly preceded by the plunging of his teeth through the supple flesh of Yuan’s neck. Half finished cigarette flicked to the ground and forgotten. His arms would snake around, holding Yuan’s nape and the small of his back as lips were seen sealed against his warm tanned skin. A lover laying lips on another as he bent her back in some romantic painting from centuries back and they might have been judged then for their indecent exposure of love.

Teeth clamped in a tug as vibrant red eyes flicked open to keep watch on their surroundings. Possessive even in this, a dog with his favored bone and none would get too close without the succumbing to a speedy and defiant end.

Soren’s hum would come again as Yuan’s rich, bold flavor coated his throat in greedy gulps. Fingers digging into his frame for minutes longer than was really needed. Minutes before fangs receded and his hold eased ever so slightly. Tongue lapped against and lips still pressed, he looked a man drunk on his own lover, so much so that his form might have swayed when he slipped himself back from his meal. He’d not, though he saw Yuan cleaned along with the corner of his mouth before he slipped back to release Yuan—

A fantasy that wouldn’t happen as hands clutched his hips.

It would see him back to press their lips together in a rub, sweet and adoring in a fashion that seemed so unlike the man offering the placation.

A hand clasped to Yuan’s and he pushed them off from spot—

”Come,” his feet were slow and meandering as he pulled them away from the loud of this place, the packed and people. ”Can hunt further down, away from this chaos,” it was a dark and subtle growl from his lips. An antisocial creature and this amount of people crawled his skin uncomfortably.

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Jun 13 2018, 03:04 AM
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31 (turned at 30) hybrid mode / violin teacher
wolf/vampire
Because I had danced, the beautiful lady was enchanted. Because I had danced, the shining moon echoed. Proposing marriage, the god shall descend.
Furore pack
bisexual/homoromantic
taken//shipped w/ Soren~
Yuan

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tots gay
Eien
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The arm around his waist. It was one of the signature exchanges between them that at once felt Yuan feeling both soothed as though a beast that had ravaged through ten cities before bowing down its head, and yet it also tumbled him, deep and savage in the pit of his stomach with a lick of a dangerous need to engage Soren in a playful exchange here.

You are forgiven, the man of few words said, and then-- fangs in neck, and softly to that, Yuan exhaled. It doubled his need for the man.

In fact, he didn’t think he’d ever felt this odd, deep sort of a hunger that arose in him then.

There was a burn in his veins.

And yet everything was alright for a moment, a mere shift in his hunger, a pinning sort of change that had him peer at the people behind Soren with some forlorn need to see them ripped limb to limb, their blood drained. He hungered for them, then, harder than he ever had.

The trickle of satisfaction he earned from Soren made everything right for a moment.

Soren pulled away then, with a rub of lips that seemed suddenly so odd, so foreign. So wildly out of the place just as the new hunger in Yuan began to double, and triple-- when he began to note the throb of the people, their hearts, their blood, he still thought little of it and blamed something in the blood. He went with Soren and followed. Away from this chaos, as his man spoke, away from the thick, throbbing crowds of flesh and blood. A few steps gone from them and already Yuan was looking at Soren’s back with a great sense of growing, honest fondness. Just his eyes on his man, on his back, his narrow hips, his everything that made Soren who he is. They tucked themselves farther down on the beach, there standing feet away from the flickering bonfire that still singed Yuan’s skin. Its magical presence, after all, was strong and putrid. Yuan looked away from it.

Glanced up, shining his eyes a faintly golden shade as he saw the moon above.

When he looked down at Soren, still he was distracted in one part. Maybe from his latest tangle with that wolf, everything smelled like her. Convincingly, the stink lingered even on Soren, surely a doing of melting their bodies. Yuan smiled, contently, his hands on his lover’s cheeks like he’d apologize for dragging him out here after all. Apologetic for this innocent transgression and yet not at all, even whilst his eyes shone all warm and golden at his lover.

Soren, with that strange strong smell of another species, making the pit of Yuan feel confused, and yet content. The scent grew and Yuan frowned for a moment.

“Hmm,” was his reaction, as he intuitively bent head and pressed fangs to Soren’s neck.

His own fangs, for some reason, were harder to summon. They didn’t pop so well.

He pierced Soren’s neck. Got the first taste of him, still so ridiculously good, satiating, heavy, sweet, rich--

Two mouthfuls later and Yuan leaned up, blinking at Soren--

“You taste… like a wolf.”

And again, Yuan had to blink at that.

Standing back, he shifted weight on his left hip, making it jut in his stance, and he thoughtfully poked his own lower lip as he surveyed Soren then, trying to get to the hang of this sudden and amazing change that, actually, was sweet but oddly unwelcome. How was it that a vampire tasted like a werewolf? Unlikely, and if Yuan was to frank, confusing to his senses. Soren already was his diet. Now, now he was scented like a shifter, like a common animal that shifted forms for the full moon and Yuan thoughtfully looked up at the moon, trying to think if she had something to do with it.

Combined with the fae magic still so strong in the air, Yuan couldn’t rule out anything.

Curious about what was happening, and if his own senses were the ones being altered, Yuan looked down at Soren in question, and asked him--

"Do you feel any different?"

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Yuan’s blood would taste no different then as he sunk into the middle of him, a rich indulgent simmering thing that washed over his tongue so easily it might have been silk across soft skin. It was everything that trembled Soren’s insides with a want for more, though now wasn’t the time or place, not while they were surrounded by so many people and things, the music too loud and his senses would reel a bit after he finally gathered the strength enough to pull himself back and return to the world where everything still smelled of Yuan and the deeply satisfying taste of him. It tickled every aspect of him before he had even a moment to think it over, he was moving them. Away from this place and the music that pounded in his ears, not a sudden shift he’d have proclaimed, a gentle and lulling rise in it that throbbed just behind his eyes.

And so away they went, the night wrapping around them as best it could, as well as the terrible feel of itchy magic upon his skin, even this seemed too much in that moment, too much and he (not so suddenly) wanted to be free of this place and its hold upon the pair of them. Surely it was nothing that was right then, he knew as much couldn’t be possible when the world felt so heavy. His senses slogging him forward like man through marshlands, thick and hard to wander in and Soren’s feet did indeed wander and did indeed lag a bit behind.

A thought in his mind more than anything that changed in his wander, his stride still long and his shoulders still swaying to a beat, stalking and predatory.

Tucked them well and away, beside some roaring fire that stunk of the same impossible weight. The world still smelled of Yuan and the woman he’d seen fit to sink his teeth into. It was nothing that seemed to bother now, not half as much as it had some minutes ago. Gone (a white lie) was his irritation and slowly simmered back (a truth) was his jealousy.

It was only more apparent when Yuan’s hands cupped his cheeks and his eyes shone golden— oddly so, Soren would note with a subtle wrinkle to his brow, a man so well fit for gold and yet it wasn’t too terribly gold, its sheen was something off, something cloying and milky where it would have otherwise been nothing short of the sun itself. It mattered nothing when his head was tilted and the length of his neck was buried into. The sudden and warm rush of that initial exhilaration was still there, nothing that he’d over analyze then, that it was slightly lesser was nothing to his mind as it still flooded and overtook him. A moment that saw his lids fluttered and his person warm itself over in the need to wrap around and bury himself once more in his lover—

Nose to the crook of his neck.

This should have risen a brow in question. Should have and maybe might have had the moment not been so warmed over by the idea of this man and his burial into the heart of him. The heart that did indeed beat in his chest patterned itself erratic for a moment, nothing frightened but rather soothed and bleeding its love across the bond like it did his vitae over a tongue.

It was over too soon, his mind still swimming gently in its golden pol of trust was a difficult thing to rouse then as Yuan spoke—

“Hmm,” a nonsensical answer, hummed and thoughtful as he peeled his fingers from the man, unsure when they’d clasped so tightly. The hold of a man desperate not to see himself fall backwards. An arm yet wrapped around Yuan’s waist and he let the other slip, his hold slackening in a threat to see it back to his side as well. Soren’s attention was elsewhere then, followed momentarily by Yuan’s, to the wide ad ever expansive of the silver disk in the sky. A distraction that Soren couldn’t ever remember being so, or so beautiful, wide and shining and its face was dimpled over in obstructions he wished to wipe clean. Hands over a lover’s face to see their tears swept away—

“No,” murmured and it’d take him too long a moment to drag himself back to Yuan with a smile and his eyes shining, hazel and green—

Flecked with pieces of gold.

“No, I feel fine,”

It wasn’t a lie.

It felt so real on his tongue, as his hand finally slipped from Yuan’s waist, caught his hand in the fall to see him tugged forward.

Everything felt incredibly real then as their frames met, a collision none too soft, one that would see his arms wrapped around anew and his nose buried into the crook of Yuan’s neck. He smelled everything warm and himself, though it felt lesser by bits. A smell waning and it bleat his heart in a sadness he couldn’t comprehend anymore than he could the warm need to rub their cheeks.

And rub them he did.

The need to eat wasn’t there in the least, the dastardly gnawing at the pit of him was long gone as he simple coiled around his man and rubbed.

Cheek over cheek, lips over the plush of Yuan’s, noses together and the press of him was nothing unusual, wanton and parting and he paused none as his tongue dipped beyond to rub this against his man as well. Odd however, it was, in the speed at which he moved on, seeing their other cheeks rubbed as well before he pulled back feeling like a man intoxicated. So lost in the lingering smell of his lover it was wonder to him then that he ever managed not to be.

Lids snapped open then, his smirk faint, smoldering and raw—

His eyes, golden like the sun.

Hands cupping Yuan’s neck, a thumb sweeping over the warm of Yuan’s lower lip as he drawled softly in a tone grumbled and low—

“Everything’s fine, min kjærlighet.”

[my love]

There was a beckoning need to glance to the sky, one that he’d struggle with for a moment before his eyes shifted. Timidly, as they left his lover behind.

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His eyes were almost pure gold at this point. Yuan, in awe, gawked.

His own sixth sense for danger was telling him to bail out of here before this, whatever this was, finished its strange hold on Soren. They had to leave. Yuan’s hunger increased and he remained planted he stood.

Soren felt fine.

It was something that earned him a bit of a look from Yuan, something amused, though also helpless, his eyes soft and his frame beginning to feel taut, and famished even as Soren draped himself over him as though to seek his comfort in the crook of him. That hard-wired, familiar instinct in Yuan that would have reacted to this here and now was gone. In its place stood something other, no less predatory in nature, a mist over his eyes and a new sensation in his body as slowly, eventually, he realized.

They’d both drank from the offers of the fae here. Himself indirectly, and Soren as well.

It had been enough, then.

He leaned back.

Blinked, parting open his eyes at the man, a kitten he had become for all the rubbing and cuddling he did all of the actual sudden. A sight new, and awing and worthwhile a chuckle. And so Yuan chuckled. Quietly and softly, wanting to move away from him as this behavior, once familiar, felt odd all of the sudden. Odd considering it was Soren, odd--

Yuan gawked.

“Oh, Soren,” he said, his eyes on the man. He made a face, producing something warm, and patient, even as his troubled thoughts did push to sit at the front of his expression. He managed a smile--

“You’re a wolf,” he said, so simply like it was, at this core, actually quite simple, and when he argued with himself, he supposed it was. All golden-eyed and content, here Soren stood, looking actually and contrarily the most himself he’d ever been in his existence. Cheekily, Yuan summarized that. For a while, for as long as he had some distant kind of contact with his wolf, he reveled in what he saw; they were wolves, the two of them, himself in a dwindling part that disappeared to the spread of the magic throughout his genetic make-up, and Soren just a recent one, a prey to the need to belong that would stick his cheeks against any man’s that smelled even remotely like him.

He was gorgeous.

Warmly, Yuan smiled.

And everything in himself he had recognized as lupine was, then. Gone.

“I’m hungry,” he said, almost like he was actually testing the sound of this in his lilt--- hungry, and he looked away, frowning--

“... I’m really hungry.”

And he cast look at the people to their side--

No need, something in him whispered, and this new, startling famine he experienced hand him jump away from Soren suddenly, immediately, recognized in his mind as the only right next step if he wanted Soren spared from how this roared in his Yuan’s head.

He wasn’t promising a threat. He wasn’t saying, if pressed to address why he had moved, a lover from a lover as though the latter was on fire, that Soren had been in any danger of being harmed by his mate.

He would say.

He had never felt a hunger this large in himself.

He looked at the group of people, ravenous, and somehow self-aware.

He was going through all the possibilities in his head. There were, as he was tense to discover, not too many. He’d have wanted them. Options upon options just so he could be spared that one and only answer that made him both look away from Soren, as though Yuan would fear harming his lover despite all, and realize he had just unwittingly built a tie between them that made the world from Soren’s perspective so clear. Yuan couldn’t say he’d wanted it.

His own pride as a bastard of the supernatural species, a vampire and a shifter in one, reared, roaring just as loud as that horrible, pesky famine that cast his eyes over the lot on their side, a good distance away although the way they moved, and how they throbbed was music far too loud not to draw a pinning set of eyes. Yuan couldn’t look away from them. His stomach, although filled with blood and therefore in one part comforted, grumbled unhappily, and he felt a new, great tension in his body that would have rushed him out to them in a chase for fresh, bloodied flesh. He had fed, he reminded himself. He had fed and he was full.

And yet---

His eyes shifted, white, and pupiless. The world and all its familiarity disappeared, painted over in blue and all the warm colors until scorching red.

The hunger really was great.

Yuan started off from the spot.

PREY. TAKE. EAT.

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You’re a wolf.

This seemed the most ridiculous thing Yuan had said in long whiles. The conviction was there in his tone though, a man that believed what he said to an almost fault and into that Soren could do little more than watch him from behind his own earnesty. He felt fine. He felt better than he had in quite some time, the odd suffocating ache in the pit of him eased and the whole of him grew quieter and far more comfortable in this moment, and the ones surrounding it. There was little in him that felt wrong, and while it would come eventually, this dawning realization, now wasn’t that time and now wouldn’t be that time. For now he felt fine and the words that trickled from Yuan’s lips sounded as blasphemous as they did sweet, clearly a man who lilted better than most and into this moment there was nothing inherently different about this. It was a sound that sung better to the depths of him than he remembered it maybe had before, a frequency that rang forth in such a belled tone that there was no mistaking it was for him.

And him alone.

But the moment was distracting, his senses, ones he used lesser than usual, were all too sharp and keen—

The moon shined something furious and silver, a song in her voice that bubbled the blood in his veins. For the first in such a very long time the heart in his chest felt like it beat ways differently than that which pounded in a need to be heard, to prove he was alive and not some slavering monster to the whims of death. It was calm and quiet, its tone in his ears something softer and cloying in this moment.

Yuan’s smile was warm and while his was present it still felt too odd to offer in anything wide or purchasing, a gentle soul and he felt calm and softer about his jagged edges. A creature made for more than he’d been in some time. It didn’t, however different it felt to his usual, it didn’t feel anything less than natural. A progression of self and therefore the question posed some minutes ago and long before he’d begun to lose himself to the soft supple song of the moon’s silver face, still garnered the same answer;

He still felt fine, good, if he was feeling particularly cheeky in that moment.

Yuan’s voice came again and once more it was sweet and sticky against his senses. It drew him to the side in a peer that wouldn’t do much to let loose the color that didn’t belong there. It was nothing that Soren felt, at least not in the feeling wrong, felt no more golden then it ever did red in his before. A power that he wasn’t entirely sure after, not why it was there anyway, but rather that it was and that it itched a bit. A weight that he was used to—

“Should we hunt?”

It was a note that died in his throat as Yuan moved himself away in a moment of sudden movement that caught his gaze like a cat stalking a mouse. There was no hunger that gnawed at the middle of him, this and its immediacy in denying he was hungry himself, began the slow progression into the dawning realization. A dipping of a toe as it were, into a pool cool and wide. Inviting and comfortable where it contained nothing that plagued him constantly. It was disconcerting but the fine and the good he felt were too far beyond nice and comfortable to make this moment anything but casually concerning.

Soren’s gaze watched the man beside him as he lost himself in thought. His feet steps away and his eyes, in an almost refusal to look his way, did not. A whisper in the dark and it was only as he shifted to move in such a motion sudden, though it wasn’t the movement at all but the haunting of his eyes as he did so, that saw palm to Soren’s face.

Realization.

Wait.

His movement was quicker, Yuan’s, a beast made for the hunt and even ways darker and better than he’d been before. Then Soren even was, and his feet were a thing made for the utmost speed something that blurred reality to see the beast from A to B without impeding him even in the least. Wait! And he’d hissed it as he started off from the same spot, hand converging on Yuan’s bicep in a strength that felt unused in such amounts before. Clasped him to his lover as he yanked the other around to catch the other side too in a hold fast and steady—

“…Yuan,”

Concern and offense in his eyes and their feet staggered and slowed to an eventual stop that would see the whole of the world around them safe from the likes of them both. Staring into those haunting terrible eyes and his own furrowed, narrowing down to something that refused him anything but a riot. A grimace for seconds, before it shifted to a growl and the same utter irritation that usually filled him. “What are you hungry for?” It was pointed and leading as he shifted them then, the strength in his limbs heavier and larger than that in Yuan’s and he lead him, or dragged if the need arose, away from the group now not but yards away. “You’re not yourself,” he explained as he stopped them behind a quaint little shop full of souvenirs that sat beside the boardwalk.

The fire’s at their back, cold and distant and the lights behind the windows as equally cold—

They stood there, faced with themselves and the terrible realization they were not half as fine as they felt.

Sticking ma to spot with an arm about his waist, Soren glanced to Yuan, the reflection thereof, his golden eyes distracting but harmless. Yuan’s were not. “Do you know them?” Asked as they stared at his milky menacing eyes, his features studied carefully. Every need in him to ask for a smile, to see the sharp, pointed teeth he knew would be there as well, so often slicing through tongue when speaking that he’d known the taste of himself long before he’d been given the proper tools to ingest it elegantly—

“…wendigo,”

It sounded such a pained word, loosed to the world in a whisper that felt oddly unfair of him to ever offer. He couldn't be sure why this moment had happened but he was sure, if his own staring golden eyes were anything to deduce by, that this was some part his own fault. One species swapped for the other and what good would vampire do a hybrid that was already one half this red-eyed monster? His arm tightened to secure them there, features wrought over in apology, an agonizing sort that drew his breathing in unsteady gulps.

The soul behind his eyes hurt and in a moment dictated by the wolf, his nose dipped to press to the crook of him—

It scented little the same, a man slowly losing himself to the sweet sickly mess of death.

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Wait.

Like a freight train he almost wasn’t stopped.

He’d have started for them as a machine of sorts, heeding the loud, omnipresent calling of the programing that was down to the marrow of his bone. Prey. Take. EAT. It was the loudest voice he ever remembered hearing.

Wait, someone hissed.

He was yanked.

He was pulled around and from his direct path stopped. Turned, and pressed to the chest of a man he wasn’t fully seeing at the moment. In some parts of his mind, that great and staggering bond they shared remained. Laid to ruins by this change. And yet like the debris of a world too young to be forever forgotten, it would await the arrival of the dawn when the presumed liberation from the grip of this curse would come. Somehow, it was all clear in Yuan’s mind; they had been cursed, and if this was any like their first tango, it wouldn’t last long.

And yet while it did he was like this. A piece of a monster locked behind the cage of an all too tight, unpleasant skin. With the withered form of a once powerful bond somewhere in the head of his. Next to the neighbors of kill and eat. He recognized these two instincts as since there. He supposed that being this creature born of death, it made sense that he clung onto every artifact of life he had had. Flesh. Blood. As a shifter, he’d seen the world in clear colors. As a hybrid, it made sense too. But those were beings of survival, even if literal death was required to turn him into the latter. A wendigo, he assumed, from what horror tales he had gorged on when he first heard Soren had been it for many days, was the stolen child of mother death. It was an escapee, a prisoner of life always looking above their shoulder to see that death followed long miles behind them. If they ate, they kept her, a mouthful at a time, farther away.

And yet in time they still became lifeless like flowers winter come. In time, he’d maybe see himself sprout long, ugly claws, exactly as described on that one page in a book about: the wendigo, what he presently was. Staring down at Soren with milk and clouds in his eyes. He saw the man in colors, in red, a lot. Not as a person. He saw him as a pile of flesh, and bones, as delicious, as food. It must have been logically what every new wendigo went through, the transition from being a person, to the rake that plowed through the world. It scared him, for a moment. It scared him. Somewhere in his head, where the person remained he knew that this wasn’t him, and neither was this an existence he would ever willingly choose for himself. If this curse didn’t lie, and every wendigo felt like this, a mere pawn to a hunger that roared their blood, then he’d write a pamphlet and then rain a million of them from the tallest building here.

Never accept the offer, they would read, to becoming a wendigo.

He feared massive uproars shaming those who had though.

He was dragged.

It was dragged--- dragged. Yuan couldn’t open his mouth to say anything back. Copper on his tongue, its flavor occupied him, but also anchored, and unleashed him, deepening this thirst that he had foolishly thought sated. He half struggled against Soren, half lacked every ability for it, instead looking at the man as though he were caught amidst deep and ravenous contemplation about what to do.

What was he hungry for? The sharp teeth poking out from his gums and stabbing through the opposite rows remained hidden. Yuan placed a hand over his mouth.

He’d have rather bitten through his tongue and swallowed it in an idea of being sated than opened his mouth. The hand remained there.

You needn’t say.

He was silent, regardless, even as Soren pulled their bodies into a painful embrace. They remained locked together, Yuan trying not to struggle and the vision of Soren’s golden eyes a hopeful distraction. His own remained white for a while. And when he opened them eventually, he saw the whole world once more.

His own skin felt a piece of cloth, although if shedding it meant leaving his eyes that devoid, white color, body fanged and clawed then he didn’t want it gone. He tensed, breathing shallowly and through his mouth, dodging the concoction of smells that reached his nose.

“Wendigo,” he said, slowly. He hallucinated his voice was hoarser than normal. “I know,” he added, “I realized… I read up on them,” he slowly said, his hand moving away from his mouth, and though both wanted to rest on Soren’s frame, it felt like a step too close to making a frenzied mistake.

“After you told me,” he added, “I know.” He knew. What they were like, and how they were made, as much as had been compiled and published about this mysterious, and dangerous species. Yuan hadn’t returned to the book for seconds. He had hardly finished his first and only round, before putting it down like a knowledge he would prefer burned along with other hundreds of books that had fallen to ill ideologies before. He swallowed.

He still tasted his own blood.

“What do we do,” he said, pulling away with difficulty-- so he could stand upright, his hands on Soren’s shoulders, though his own courage as pertaining to the man gone. “Should we call Law?” he asked. Should they? Reluctantly, Yuan looked up, making a private note of Soren’s stubbornly golden eyes. Hesitating, he smiled.

“They look good on you,” he said. His own eyes were so lovely and plain, he hoped it was a sight that Soren could appreciate. But Soren’s shone with a power that Yuan had never assumed to miss in his own. Now gone, it left him with a useless ache for the details of his person that were as integral to him as the sun to the world.

They looked good on him, and slowly, Yuan’s smile spread to something more genuine. Laugh lines creased his face.

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