Cemetery

@❂Kangjoon To say that Taeil cared was a bit of a stretch; but Ten dared not voice this, not when the anger and hatred was so thick and clear in the human's voice. The man in question was gazing beyond the tomb with an expression that Ten couldn't properly place, car engines audible in the tense silence. Ten wondered who would be coming to the cemetery at that time; these were certainly unorthodox visiting hours, and despite Ten's own presence there at that time, he was allowed to consider it quite an oddity for more individuals to be present.

Though startled by the request, Ten did as he was asked and dropped to the ground, kneeling beside the previously abandoned flowers. He looked up at the human in concern, hearing the groan and identifying it as one of pain -- yet what the pain was from, he couldn't tell. His fingers curled around the fabric of the garment, his own brows furrowing in explicit confusion. "Uh... okay?" he murmured softly, deciding that humoring him couldn't hurt; especially with how near-desperate his behavior was. Ten tugged the hoodie on over his head and flipped up the hood, returning to his gardening -- though his eyes did flick momentarily to the bandaged arm, noting it as the probably source of his pained noise and wondering what had happened.

Ten was dying to ask what the man was talking about, and who, but he could hear the slam of a car door, and assumed that whoever had come to the cemetery was who the human referred to. Clipping dead stems and clearing weeds away from the flowers, Ten focused on the ground and his work, though he remained hyperaware of what was going on around him.

@❂Kangjoon The man's approach spurred Ten to rise, leaving his basket on the ground. There were several reasons he chose not to remain on the ground; one of them being that his neck would have complained from the straining if he did so, and another being that he had done something similar once before and the man had fallen on him. Not that was a likely scenario in this instance, but something told Ten that there was danger lurking around every tombstone tonight, and so he rose to his full, but far from impressive, height.

Ten followed the strange man's gaze to the impressive tomb of his sire, and shrugged. "My sire likes flowers," he divulged. "He can't be trusted to tend them, though; he's killed every plant he tried to care for. But, the graveyard isn't the only place I grow flowers. I don't spend much of my time surrounded by the dead." And he didn't; for Ten lived in neutral territory, spent his nights surrounded by flowers and customers (many of which were humans and wolves), and only entered the graveyard when he needed to tend to the flowers he had planted around his sire's grave or when his sire required his presence for any reason he may have conjured. "What about you? I could have sworn you were cleaning one of the gravestones... is that your job?" he asked.

@❂E'Dawn Not yet, but I'm about to though as soon as I finish that bloody bastard off
/says while shooting him a couple of silver bullets at him before he stumbled on his knees, then grabbed him by the neck with my arm to stab him in thr heart
/quickly sets the dead corpse down when the blood was flowing out of his body
Sorry
I didn't know that and I apologized for calling you that
/gives out a soft smile on my face while rubbing the back of my neck
Hehe..would you like some help before I head out?

@❂E'Dawn /is going to visit my parents' grave since it's their death anniversary, but remains emotionless because of it
If only you were watching me, then you would have seen what I have been going through since you died
/sets the flowers in front of their grave before I saw you with your bag of crime scene cleaner supplies
Nah, it's not going to be not much. Here's my payment when I kill.
/hands you the exact amount to pay the bill for what I need
/sees one of the vampires who were involved in with my parents' murder, smirking at me while I smirk back
Well well well if isn't the henchmen who was involved with my family's murder. What do you want from me, hm?
Oh well..you're gonna suffer, you bastard!!
/grabs my stake and gun with a silver bullet before we end up fighting
This is going to be a little messy, kid.

@❂Kangjoon It crossed Ten's mind, there one moment and gone the next, that this stranger could be dangerous; but Ten was never one to fully exercise caution, and he found himself smiling when he heard the man's laughter, lulled in by the cheerful sound in such gloomy surroundings. As the man approached, Ten shifted his weight so that he could be more comfortable and tucked his shears away in his basket before looking up at him as he spoke once more. His words soon cut off, though along with his movement, and Ten spent one tense moment wondering what could be the cause; surely he'd done nothing to throw him off track. He remained staring into the man's eyes, his throat jerking as he swallowed heavily. Flight or fight instincts hummed through his veins, as he waited -- and that was it. "Most don't," Ten answered. Relief flowed through him, to hear him speaking up once more. "And most aren't; it's a fairly rare thing, I suppose." His love for flowers was thankfully not something he lost in his change from human to vampire, his green thumb another thing he was glad to be able to keep.

@❂Kangjoon The flowers planted outside of Taeil's home always stirred strange feelings within Taeil; he could remember the day he'd planted them and the day Taeil had admitted he killed every plant he tried to tend. Ever since that conversation, Ten had been making his way to the graveyard at random times and tending to the flowers he had planted on either side of his sire's tomb's door. It had been some time since Ten had been able to make it there, however, which was why he certainly had no choice but to arrive then. The flowers were beginning to sprawl in whatever direction they could, and grow up with a few weeds. Ten hummed under his breath as he tugged up the troublesome weeds in question and began to clip the wild parts of the flowers, the ones which were attempting to grow out farther than they should have.

Hearing someone shouting over the wind and thunder, Ten glanced away from the flowers he was carefully trimming. Brows furrowing as he lowered the shears and dropped the clippings from the flowers into the basket, Ten shouted in response, "Isn't the weather unfit for whatever you're doing, as well?" He wasn't the only one keeping odd hours, he should think. It looked like the man was there to clean the graves, or something similar, and the weather didn't seem too right for that either - as Ten had pointed out. "If it storms badly, I can just go inside." Ten wasn't sure what inspired to say that, but the man could surely see the unnatural amethyst of his eyes. Ten wasn't there to garden out of grief for the dead, but rather so that the flowers he had planted for his sire's enjoyment would survive.

@❂Kangjoon Armed with his knives and carrying a pair of shears, a watering can, gardening gloves, and a small basket that contained two small and empty plastic bags, Ten wove his way through the cemetery. Despite having been a vampire for around a year (or perhaps because of this; now he was acutely aware of some of the dangers that were abound), Ten was still afraid of the cemetery. An irrational fear? Perhaps in the eyes of some, but not in Ten's own. The young vampire exhaled, the sound swallowed by the cacophony that rang throughout the desolate graveyard. He veered off to the left, following a path that had become ingrained in his memory over his year as a vampire. It led him to a pristine tomb. It was a large thing, no simple tombstone and coffin in the earth; nay, the grave Ten stopped before was a grand thing, an actual tomb rather than a coffin buried in the earth. The name of the young vampire's sire was engraved on the door, a bold statement of whose residence it was. With a snort, Ten dropped to his knees before the flowers planted on the right side of the door, fishing out his shears. His sire's brown thumb was the reason Ten visited the cemetery so often, so that he could keep those flowers alive. Engrossed in his work and his thoughts, Ten didn't notice the man toiling over a gravestone not far from him.

[] I'm sorry if this doesn't give you much to work with ; u ; you're so good at writing I am intimidated

@☾Jiyong Oh, puppy, dont confuse me with one fo your kind. Im far superior.
*chuckles at your actions as i then shrugs*
Thats it. Goodbye puppy

@⚰Gray All you have learned is how to be a stuck-up .
*flips you off and starts walking away*

@☾Jiyong Thank you. *says as i take your words like they were a compliment* thanks. Always trying.
Oh, i did learn manners, and i learn who is worth using those manners for. Thats all.*shrugs nonacholantly*

@⚰Gray Only a vampire would refer to someone else as a thing... *his smirk darkens for a moment, but he shrugs your comment off* Charming...
I guess during your long life you never learned manners...

@☾Jiyong Yeah, things like you. *scoffs as i then chuckle. Shaking my head amused*
Pretty boys, collecting them is fun...but i dont do that...and you are not a pretty boy, not worth to collect.

@⚰Gray Things like me? *says with a raised eyebrow*
Let me guess, you collect pretty boys?

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@☾Jiyong *chuckles softly as i nod my head, cracking a dry smile at your words*
*looks at you with cold eyes, yet a slight dry smile on my lip*
Finding things like you is very enjoyable.

@⚰Gray You have lived long enough to be bored of anything that's good.
*smirks*
Do you even find anything enjoyable any more?

@❂Taehyung *senses your presence but stays still, paying more attention at the wolf*

@☾Jiyong I have live long enough to know whats good....its you who doesnt know anything.*shrugs as well*

@⚰Gray I think you simply don't know what's good in life. *shrugs*

@☾Jiyong *scoffs at your words*
Perfume?..please thats not perfume at all. But guess we both have very different perceptions of what real perfume smells like.

@⚰Gray *can't help but laugh at your words*
You say stink, I say perfume...

@⚰Namjoon *nods back at you. As you then walk away*

@☾Jiyong Oh?...thats what you say?..i dont think youve smelled yourself after the rain... damn do you guys stink.
*shrugs*

@⚰Gray At least we don't stink up the place... *wrinkles his nose*

@⚰Namjoon Nothing much. *chuckles under my breath as i then shake my head* its alright, im sure i can handle it...and not worth it.

@⚰Namjoon Hello. *responds back giving a short courtesy nod*

*glances around quickly sensing another precense near. Quickly catching the newcomer, but stays quiet*

@☾Jiyong I would say the same thing, but for mutts like wolves.

@⚰Gray would be better if there were no vampires around

This is my favorite place from now on.