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without a word, minwoo firmly intertwined their fingers again. he could feel yongsun's anguish and his hunger gnawing at him. " you're hungry again. " he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. minwoo couldn't fully understand it ⸻ while yongsun needed blood to sustain himself, minwoo needed the energy of others, never regretting the lengths he had to go to obtain it, even if it meant killing. " you could get worse. " he added, a note of concern creeping into his tone. in nearly two centuries, no one had been like yongsun, no one has stayed . . . and now he felt the need to help him. for a moment, minwoo was silent and then, his grip loosened before his hand slipped away, dissolving into a column of black smoke. " . . . i don't usually do this," he said, his voice echoing as he reappeared by the window. his robe, entirely black, was so long that it trailed slightly on the floor. minwoo rarely took his human form ⸻ it wasn't that he changed much, but he had grown accustomed to living in the shadows. his long black hair, nearly reaching his shoulders, was loosely tied in a bun, with a few strands falling over his forehead. his eyes, a deep crimson, glowed subtly, and two small fangs were visible when he spoke or smiled. with a graceful, almost enveloping movement, he turned around. " but you can drink from me if you're thirsty. " he offered in a melodious voice, his eyes locking onto yongsun's.

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Muse: Yongsun (in his vampire verse)

Open to: Monster muses that hide under people’s beds

Plot: Based on this post and this song. Your muse is the monster under Yongsun’s bed, and they reach out and hold his hand when he cries himself to sleep. Their fingers are so long and their claws are so sharp, but they never cut him. Recently Yongsun has started to starve himself as a try to stop killing people, but it has made it harder for him to sleep and one night he wants your muse to stay for a little longer.

“Please, stay a little longer,” Yongsun murmured and held the other’s hand tighter as he felt it slipping away. It’s been quite some time since this creature started to appear. Yongsun actually hadn’t seen how it looked completely, only its hands with long fingers and sharp claws. For some, that would be enough to get scared. But Yongsun has seen scarier things, things that he eventually either grew indifferent to or started doing himself. And it wasn’t like the ‘monster’ under his bed was hurting him, it actually felt like it was there for him and could understand him in a way. So Yongsun wasn’t scared. He enjoyed the company instead.

But as he tried to stop killing, to stop drinking blood, as if that would change in some way his already fucked up brain, it made it harder to sleep. And the extra presence of his quiet, unknown friend was of help for Yongsun to not stay as fixated on how hungry he was at the moment.