One more further continuing of the evolving crack for the road!
...I drew vampire chibis. They are teh darling.
It was cold. Koarin rubbed his arms unconsciously to stave it off, despite the long shirt he wore. Only steps behind him, feet now crunching in the grass, Ikarin was veering away from the path to the well for the outhouse (one that wasn't saturated by the stench of human...it's brand shiny new, okay?). Though where Ikarin was only out for his own person, Koarin was less lucky.
After the disappearance of their mother, their father tried to off her chores on to his youngest (in his mind, anyway) and only girl-because-Nikki-poofed-from-their-family-tree. This didn't work out so well. Koarin had always phailed at his own share, and Akira was quick to do them for her own gain and Ko's misery. Because once Zero saw Akira doing Koarin's work far better than him, all the womanly chores were then dumped on him.
Modern-but-not Cinderella story. Koarin played Mom, meaning he had to cook for his family, clean after his family, and even do their laundry. That equalled getting up before dawn even broke to fetch the water he would need for the day, because his "day" started once dawn broke, and he better be ready for it.
The bucket dropped into the well with one pull on the rope to unnoose the knot, and it dropped like a satisfying stone into the water. Koarin yawned as he peered into the darkness, listening to the slosh and churn of the fresh water slowly draining into the bucket, where when it was full, it would be quickly hoisted and dumped into an urn meant just for its load. It was boring work--
Koarin suddenly tasted his own heart as it lept into his throat, as shadows were quick to encircle him from behind and stumble him back into the wall muscle. His head snapped around to see-- He exhaled sharply. "Christ you scared me."
"Do you wonder why we've been emphasizing self-defense lessons, yet?" Sephiroth asked.
Koarin scowled over his shoulder. "I'm fine without."
"Then," Sephiroth purred lightly, "I believe you're going to find yourself in a very familiar situation." A hand thread itself again Koarin's abdomen, and its opposite arm held him flush to Sephiroth's body, to hold him still as lips ghosted over his goosed skin. The night, the chill, and confusion of what-was-going-on; the only thing that was missing was the cave they had been in.
Koarin rightly tensed. "...First time."
"That first time." And tiny, tiny daggers sink into his throat.
The blond choked feeling those fangs pierce his flesh. He spent over a week fearing this outcome, hoping it would never be brought up, but would the muns leave it alone? Never.
All those time he had bit Seph, fed from him, enjoyed him...holy shit what a sensation. He knees buckled as the blood left him like a broke trick.
"Come be my bride."
His mind was fuzzy as his skin burned and froze. He couldn't focus straight, yet was of the mind that that wasn't a bad idea. Token resistence was inevitable, however. He wasn't that much of a pussy anymore. "...what kind of plot is this..."
"One I'm rather liking."
"...oh," he breathed. "Sure then..."
Which I think puts this thing to bed. For now.
It was cold. Koarin rubbed his arms unconsciously to stave it off, despite the long shirt he wore. Only steps behind him, feet now crunching in the grass, Ikarin was veering away from the path to the well for the outhouse (one that wasn't saturated by the stench of human...it's brand shiny new, okay?). Though where Ikarin was only out for his own person, Koarin was less lucky.
After the disappearance of their mother, their father tried to off her chores on to his youngest (in his mind, anyway) and only girl-because-Nikki-poofed-from-their-family-tree. This didn't work out so well. Koarin had always phailed at his own share, and Akira was quick to do them for her own gain and Ko's misery. Because once Zero saw Akira doing Koarin's work far better than him, all the womanly chores were then dumped on him.
Modern-but-not Cinderella story. Koarin played Mom, meaning he had to cook for his family, clean after his family, and even do their laundry. That equalled getting up before dawn even broke to fetch the water he would need for the day, because his "day" started once dawn broke, and he better be ready for it.
The bucket dropped into the well with one pull on the rope to unnoose the knot, and it dropped like a satisfying stone into the water. Koarin yawned as he peered into the darkness, listening to the slosh and churn of the fresh water slowly draining into the bucket, where when it was full, it would be quickly hoisted and dumped into an urn meant just for its load. It was boring work--
Koarin suddenly tasted his own heart as it lept into his throat, as shadows were quick to encircle him from behind and stumble him back into the wall muscle. His head snapped around to see-- He exhaled sharply. "Christ you scared me."
"Do you wonder why we've been emphasizing self-defense lessons, yet?" Sephiroth asked.
Koarin scowled over his shoulder. "I'm fine without."
"Then," Sephiroth purred lightly, "I believe you're going to find yourself in a very familiar situation." A hand thread itself again Koarin's abdomen, and its opposite arm held him flush to Sephiroth's body, to hold him still as lips ghosted over his goosed skin. The night, the chill, and confusion of what-was-going-on; the only thing that was missing was the cave they had been in.
Koarin rightly tensed. "...First time."
"That first time." And tiny, tiny daggers sink into his throat.
The blond choked feeling those fangs pierce his flesh. He spent over a week fearing this outcome, hoping it would never be brought up, but would the muns leave it alone? Never.
All those time he had bit Seph, fed from him, enjoyed him...holy shit what a sensation. He knees buckled as the blood left him like a broke trick.
"Come be my bride."
His mind was fuzzy as his skin burned and froze. He couldn't focus straight, yet was of the mind that that wasn't a bad idea. Token resistence was inevitable, however. He wasn't that much of a pussy anymore. "...what kind of plot is this..."
"One I'm rather liking."
"...oh," he breathed. "Sure then..."
Which I think puts this thing to bed. For now.