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aheretic‌:

It’s like he’s supposed to know. Judging by the look on the Lycan’s face, that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. Dane is supposed to know what’s going on here, he isn’t supposed to ask, and there isn’t supposed to be a pregnant pause like he offers now, seconds after asking. He’s new to being a vampire. It’s been only two years since he was changed, but surely in that time he should’ve been able to come up with a reason for this. Surely in that time he should’ve been able to come up with a reason that somebody might stop him and come after him the way this Lycan has. Aside from the obvious, of course. Aside from the usual bullshit that draws lines between the species like they actually fucking mean anything.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Dane listens. He likes knowing that Mave has someone looking out for him, but what he doesn’t like is the assumption that he would ever have anything to do with Maverick coming to any harm. He would never hurt him, whether it be in a first, second, or third person point of view, and his ability to emphasize that cannot be stressed quite enough. “Have I done something to offend you, Lycan?” The words are spat harshly enough that it’s possible they’re offensive all on their own, but truthfully, he doesn’t really care. “If so, then tell me. Whoever is in my coven has nothing to do with the jacket Maverick wore home a few nights ago. That was mine.”

Those were created during these times of peace were often unaware of the history that molded the world.  Seojun was never one educate those that he didn't care for, vampires being at the top of that list.  Nor did he expect anything from vampires and their kind, especially when it came to understanding.  Normally, moments like this, Seojun would have saved his breath.  The Lycan had been known for efficiency and impatience - he would have simply ripped the other's throat out but there were special circumstances:  peace treaties and of course, the unconventional friendship this one shared.  Times had definitely changed.

Seojun rolled his eyes at the other's tone.  It wouldn't be the first time that he'd heard that tone pointed at him.  Seojun smirked, a soft chuckle came from him before he rose his glance to the other.  "I honestly don't care about who it belongs to," Seojun responded, "I don't care that you're friends.  What I care about is if he gets hurt, even by accident," Seojun rose his eyebrows at the word.  His gaze remained focused on the man, unwavering.  "I won't hesitate to act.  I'm sure, judging from your immediate response, you know what it means to want to protect those you hold dear."

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All of this is completely unexpected by Dane. It’s not that he’s totally unfamiliar with a Lycan presence, of course, but more that he’s unfamiliar with one taking an interest in him. He’s been solo so far, free of most vampiric and lycan influences, one or the other, but admittedly it’s far more strange to be approached by the latter than it is by the former. Which is how he ends up; taken aback as he is, blinking at somebody he can’t put a name to, and wondering if that somebody is about to go for the throat or if they’re going to make some attempt at civility that he isn’t used to. 

Despite or perhaps because of being guarded, Dane manages to get the chance at a response, and that’s all he’s ever really asked for. “Why?” It’s the easiest thing to say, especially considering he can’t begin to fathom the answer to his own question. Why does he need to talk? What does he need to know? Dane is confused on all levels, and he’d be grateful for some answers. 

There had been lines drawn, even before Seojun's time.  The war drive the ledge between Lycans and Vampires went back so far that Seojun couldn't remember every detail.  Or rather, he couldn't find all of the details - he tried though, but even with his effort, he wasn't able to piece together the empty puzzle that determined their warring factions.  At the end of the day, Seojun only knew himself:  he was a soldier and soldiers were always ready to raise arms to march into war.

"Fine," Seojun said, "Don't talk."  His eyes narrowed, sharpening as he gave this vampire the once over.  He let a pregnant pause fill the air, thickening as he his gaze turned into a glare.  Seojun finally said, "Be careful with Maverick."  The words came out with low, seriousness echoed in each word.  He took a step back and carried on, "I don't care if you're friends or whatever, but if he gets hurt because of your connection together ...," his eyes narrowed once more, "I won't hesitate to act.  You might be the one to cause harm, but your covenmates have a more colorful history."

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In Seojun's personal opinion, Death Dealers were some of the most irritating creatures to ever walk the planet.  Although, he was certain that Death Dealers would have said the same about his kind.  Seojun leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes narrowed to the people passing by.  He didn't need any other notice, he already knew there was Death Dealer present.  They had a distinct scent to them, an aroma that Seojun swore separated them from regular Vampires.  Then again, those who were surrounded by death never smelled the same.  He knew his own scent was far more tainted than other Leechers;  he had so much red in his ledger that it bled into anything that touched it.

Seojun let out a sigh, mild annoyance crept out as he decided to let himself be known.  He pushed off from the wall as he walked up.  "You'd think I'd be able to walk around the city without having to run into your kind," he said as he reached for his hood.  He pushed the hood back, revealing himself entirely as he looked over.  He pressed his lips into a thin line as he gave a forced smile, "It seems the city gets more and more crowded every day."

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"Damn it," Seojun grumbled as he picked up his pace.  The Lycan might have had plenty of animalistic tendencies, but he was a soldier and being late to anything was not something that sat well with him.  The man growled under his breath as he tried to pick up the pace.  Normally, this would have never happened and he wouldn't have been distracted - distractions cause mistakes and mistakes were an opening to the worst results.  With a his clouded mind, he pushed forward too quickly and collided into someone.  Although, he nearly toppled over, his quick reflexes helped him stabilize himself as he turned to check on the person he nearly ran over.  As he looked over, he realized that he shouldn't have felt so bad but ...the words peace treaty repeated in his head as he rolled his eyes.

"You alright?" The question came out flat, emotionless as he looked over to the person.  He folded his arms over his chest as he cast a quick glance at his watch.  “I’m sure that didn’t hurt too bad,” he offered, considering he wasn’t at full strength during the collision.

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"Neat."

If Seojun was honest, there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to stop this headache.  After the Gala, Seojun swore it felt like there were far more noticable vampires in the city.  He knew their scent, but the vast amount started to irritate him.  A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he brought his hand up;  gently, he rubbed his temples.  It seemed that this headache was going to stick around, but at least, he could nurse it with the smooth burn of whiskey.

"Thanks," he accepted the drink from the bartender before he put a crisp twenty on the counter.  He rose the glass in the air, letting the amber liquid shift before he brought the glass to his lips and allowed the whiskey to settle into him.  A sharp breath came out of him as he put the empty glass on the counter.  He needed another glass, or two, or three - perhaps he could shook it off with the bottle instead.  He chewed the inside of his cheek but released the moment a very strong, familiar scent entered.

"Damn it," he muttered as he turned his head to get a glimpse of a Death Dealer he couldn't stand.  Seojun let out a loud sigh before he reached for his wallet.  "Just give me the bottle," he said to the bartender as he pulled out some bills, "It seems I'm going to need it tonight."

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There was never a reason to seek out a Vampire and if Seojun could have had it his way, they would have just been exterminated.  Unfortunately, playing God was never something that Seojun wanted to do - he would rather be the exterminator.  Someone needed to do the heavy lifting, especially during this time of so-called "peace".  The soldier's belief in lasting peace was minimal.  Peace was a fantasy, a fleeting moment that made people too comfortable.

"Hmm," Seojun frowned as he unfolded his arms.  His footsteps were light, casual as he walked toward a particular vampire.  As he walked forward, he slid his hands into the front pockets of his jacket;  violence was something he was supposed to avoid, so this was a momentary reminder.  He sighed as he finally walked over in front of the figure.  "We need to talk," was all he bothered to say as his eyes scanned the man in front of him.

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"it’s okay.” mave said, tone still as soft as before and he watched him run his finger around the rim of his ghlass and mave looked back down at his own.  then he looked back up. “i don’t have much of a party mood. i never have.” he said and he took a seat on the wall, his feet dangling because of his height. he looked around, trying to understand what it was like to hate the other kind for such a long time was difficult for him.”i understand, well i don’t but it makes sense to me.”  he’d never experienced anything bad with any of them. he wanted to understand, truely he did. but his best friend happened to be a vampire, another few friends were vampires. and he might have bumped into a few that weren’t exactly the nicest, he wouldn’t go out of his way to say they were evil. he looked at seojun’s clothing and he smiled. “i think it suits you, you look nice.” he commented with a shrug of his shoulders. mave looked down at his own clothes and he wrinkled his nose. “my outfit doesn’t really make sense.”  he’d thrown it together last minute. he said back and followed his gaze to the rest of the people aroundthem. “but thank you.” 

Seojun turned, leaning against the wall that Maverick sat on.  There was an alertness in his eyes - moments of false peace never sat well with the soldier;  his mind constantly assumed that something would happen.  It wasn't paranoia - at least, Seojun kept insisting it wasn't but the soldier's mind was a different battlefield than what was in front of him.  He cleared his throat, "You're the only person who doesn't have a party mood.  I think it's too crowded.  If I'm being honest, the last party I attended was well over a hundred years ago."  A brief smirk came to him before he looked over at Maverick, "I can pull out the grumpy old man card, but you should go enjoy.  Gatherings like this ...aren't going to happen this often."  Lycans and Vampires gathering together like this was not something Seojun ever expected to be the norm.  At least, the opposing sides being in the same room without visible bloodshed - he shook his head at the idea.  "I can't expect you to understand since I'm not good at communicating it, but," he paused as he looked at Maverick, making sure to look into the other's eyes, "Be careful of their kind that you trust.  Times may be different, but it's hard to erase history.  I just don't want you to get hurt."  With that he looked away from Maverick's eyes and gave the other's attire a once over before he shrugged, "I think it looks fine.  You carry the clothing well."

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lyccnmcve‌:

the flat tone of seojun’s voice had mave’s eyebrows raising and he smiled. “to peace and other formalities.” he said, mave clincked his glass back against seojun’s . he was quite glad for seojun being helpeful towards him, in fact he was just happy he had him in general. not many people, same species or human would, mave felt, go out of their way to help the way he had.  he began looking around again, different sounds he looked back at the leecher and he nodded. “yeah i’m okay. a lot of different smells and such, but nobody’s bothering me.” he said shaking his head.  “are you doing okay?” he asked him curiously. 

"Sorry," Seojun started the apology after he finished his drink.  The empty champagne flute rest between his fingers as his eyes traced the figure of the rim.  He knew this was supposed to be a good thing, something that those who wanted peace were to enjoy.  He cleared his throat, "I don't mean to kill your mood about the party.  I just ...," he bit the inside of his cheek before he cleared his throat, "I don't like the other kind.  Not at all."  Seojun was a product of war, of trauma and of constant reminders that the world was not as fair as everyone claimed it to be.  Though, he knew these truths, he would rather not let his own prejudices taint Maverick's - Maverick had a chance to enjoy peace in a way Seojun couldn't even bring himself to try and imagine.  He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts from travelling into a darker direction.  His lips pressed together into a thin line before he let a softer smile come through.  "I just also don't like dressing up like this," he joked as he used his free hand to adjust his tie, "I don't think it suits me well."  He paused, "You look good though."  His eyes moved away from Maverick and then to the rest of the crowd.  There really were too many people in one place.

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            A  LOW  CHUCKLE  ESCAPED  HIM,  pierced  lips  curling  into  a  wicked  smirk  just  wide  enough  to  let  the  very  tips  of  his  pointed  fangs  to  peek  through.  They  caught  in  the  light,  gleaming  dangerously  –  almost  like  a  reminder  that  the  vampire  was  far  from  tame.  He  was  dangerous,  a  menace,  ready  to  strike  at  any  moment  –  no  matter  how  much  fanfare  &  festivities  surrounded  this  pathetic  excuse  for  peace.  The  blood  of  far  too  many  lycans  had  stained  his  palms,  his  fingers,  his  jaw,  –  his  everything.  But  by  the  same  token,  the  creature  standing  before  him  had  done  the  same.  Seojun  was  one  of  his  deepest  enemies,  a  lycan  that  had  made  it  his  personal  agenda  to  destroy  the  vampiric  ranks  in  spite  of  their  centuries  of  reigning  as  superior.

           It  was  almost  laughable  how  the  pathetic  dogs  thought  that  a  world  as  elegant  as  this  was  theirs  for  the  taking.  They  were  animals  –  savage  and  reckless  –  and  it  was  his  responsibility  to  put  them  down  like  the  beasts  they  were.  Blue  hues  flashed  into  sharp  electric,  cold  and  piercing  as  they  scanned  over  Seojun  in  mute  fascination  –  though  the  thinly-veiled  disgust  hidden  behind  his  smirk  was  almost  too  obvious.

           “  I’m  quite  pleased  to  know  that  you  think  I’ve  cleaned  up.  I  wish  I  could  say  the  same  for  some  of  your  …  kind.  But  you  look  very  dashing,  “  he  continues  on  politely,  words  little  more  than  a  perfectly  practised  ruse.  Everything  about  his  expression  was  forced  cordiality  –  from  the  set  of  his  jaw  to  the  dangerous  glint  lighting  up  the  electric  blue  of  his  irises.  As  if  he  was  waiting  for  the  perfect  moment  to  shatter  the  facade  and  strike.

           He  reaches  for  two  flutes  of  champagne,  easily  plucking  them  from  the  tray  carried  by  a  passing  waiter.  Ring-clad  fingers  wrapped  snugly  around  the  thin  glass  flutes  before  he  offered  one  to  the  lycan.  He  quirked  a  single  brow,  polite  smile  still  firmly  in  place.  “  How  is  your  pack  feeling  about  the  evening?  The  coven,  I  can  guarantee  you,  finds  this  entire  ordeal  absolutely  riveting.  “

Peace and tranquility - while the pair were ideologies that many claimed to be the ultimate goal, Seojun considered them to fallacies to comfort those who did not understand the world of today.  It was impossible to believe in the idea of peace, especially when it came to sharing the word with Vampires who raise their heads in superiority.  Although, the Lycan had been raised in a culture of bowing for respect, there was none so he would not bow.  Not unless they tore his limbs.  Those who believed that they were the ones in power were fools.  Seojun had seen far too many dynasties collapsed due to their own egos, to their overconfidence and the Vampires would be no different.  Regardless of this mask of peace and this talk of cooperation, there were wounds that were too deep to bury;  old habits were hard to break and it seemed like that was the case for both sides of this coin.

"Oh, so you always look like you've freshly rolled out of a grave?" Seojun asked, a mockery of a smile edged its way onto his lips.  The corners curled for a moment, amusement played upon his smirk before he blinked and nodded it away.  He gave a shrug and said with echoed sarcasm, "And here I thought you put in the extra effort to look livelier than a skeleton, just for tonight."  Seojun's nose twitched - the scent of the Vampires was far to distinct to the point that Seojun swore that he would have smelled their aroma even without being a Lycan.  A brief pause from him clung to the air as his eyes narrowed at the man.  

A soft breath came from him as his eyes moved away from Zaiden, followed a soft shake of his head.  "Unfortunately, my kind don't exactly use their time to dally in these gatheringss of grandeur.  Not in way your kind tends to," Seojun admitted.  His agendas followed a different path.  Gatherings that house the false mingling of opposing sides never sat well with him.  Caesar was stabbed by a gathering of those he trusted;  Seojun didn't trust a single Vampire and he was more than happy to stab them, the way they would do the same to him.  Although, that only lies if they could catch him first.

Seojun's eyes followed the champagne flute, tracing the thin glass's shape before he took it from the Vampire.  It would take more than a flute of champagne for the soldier to feel comfortable, especially when the Dealer in front of him wore a smile with distorted politeness.  "Of course, your coven would enjoy this sort of grandiose party," he said.  He shook his head, letting his eyes wander away fro Zaiden and over to the rest of the party-goers.  Familiar faces filled the room, scattered in conversations with people he would never have imagined.  "There were people who were born into in this era," Seojun started, "This is more for their sanity rather mine.  I know that the price of peace costs far more than a few share glasses of champagne."

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mave’s sense of smell is still knew to him, relativley anyway. he can tell the difference between a lycan and a vampire or a vampire and a human of course. but he wouldn’t go out of his way to say that it bothered him. a few months ago he wouldn’t have been able to even tell that vampires or lycans were real nevermind being one of them. the minute seojun’s eyes are on him, he can physically feel himself relaxing. the glare clearly softening and mave smiled at him, happy to see that he wasn’t glaring, he knew that he seemed to come aross as someone who was a total badass, and without admiting out loud, mave happened to admire him more than he would say. “are you being serious.. or..?” he asked softly knowing it was probably a stupid question . he handed the glass over and he nodded holding his own out. “to peace.” he agrees and he smiled again. 

"Of course, I'm being serious," Seojun replied.  Then flatly added, "I'm on my best behavior tonight.  So," he rose his glass up and clinked it against Maverick's, "We toast to peace and all the other formalities that we're supposed to tonight."  The Leecher had never bought into the idea of peace - he was a soldier before he was a Lycan and peace has always been a fleeting fantasy.  Though, he decided to hold those thoughts back - he never was one to disobey orders.  After he toasted his glass with Mave's, he brought the rim to his lips and downed it without a moment's hesitation.  He would probably need a few more drinks to stop being irritated by the mixtures of scents.  A short breath came from him before he cast a glance to the other Lycan, "Are you doing okay?  I know there's a lot of ...people.  Creatures.  Things."  He shook his head, “If anyone’s bothering you, let me know.”

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Anonymous said: what's your favourite memory?

“Every Spring we would save up money to get strawberries,” he said, “I’ve never been particularly fond of strawberries, but every Spring I would look forward to them.”  The ghost of a smile traced its way to his lips before it faded back into the empty expression he normally wore.  A sigh came from him, “Strawberries were always a good memory.”  Although, there is sadness attached to the memory of strawberries, there is a sliver of hope that with the Spring, happiness can come back.

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Anonymous said: 👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

“Hmmm ...Even after all of these years, fans being left on at night,” Seojun said as he nodded slowly, “I don’t know how people can sleep like that.”  The Lycan had faced many dangers on his own, far grater than a fan but the old superstition has never him.  

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anonymous asked: Who are your favorite vampires? Favorite lycans?

“I don’t have a favorite one.  I don’t think you’ll accept Dracula as an answer either.  Then … that, um … the one who liked burgers but won’t blend them.  The Burger Vampire,” he decided without much actual thought into it.  Seojun knows it would be best to start being colloquial to the Vampires, but the man has always been stubborn.  Old habits died hard, especially when it came down to his age.  The second part of the question brought a brief smile to his face.  “All of them, the pack is family,” he said, “Although, I am particularly fond of Maverick.  He’s a good guy.  It’s good he came during a time of peace.”

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