† Lioncourt De Sovereign

@☾ Dove Cameron Sora led Dove through the estate’s shadowed halls, her grip firm yet teasing—a promise of something far more thrilling than a simple walk. The scent of winter roses tangled with aged wine and candle smoke, lacing the cold air with temptation. Dove’s sharp gaze scanned for threats, but Sora knew the real battle was between them—silent, electric, and waiting to ignite.

“You move like a soldier in enemy territory,” Sora mused, her voice a smooth drawl. "Is it duty that keeps you on edge, or are you afraid to enjoy the hunt?"

Sora thrived on the chase, the tension of desire just out of reach.
They entered a lavish office, mahogany and crimson velvet wrapping the space in dark luxury. Firelight flickered across towering bookshelves and the deep reds of the chamber. But Sora’s focus landed on the untouched pool table at the center, a grin curling her lips.

“Well, well,” she murmured, tugging Dove further inside. She leaned against the polished edge, sliding a cigarette between her lips, inhaling slow. With a flick of silver, she retrieved a cue stick and spun it once before offering it. “One game. Winner gets a wish.”

Lining up the first shot, she broke with effortless precision, the crack of colliding balls filling the room. Smoke curled from her lips as she circled the table, voice a lazy purr. “If you win, what will you wish for?”
She paused just close enough for their sleeves to brush, her grin deepening. “Or should I ask… what would it take for you to let me win?”
Without waiting, she reached past Dove, fingertips grazing the nape of her neck as she grabbed the chalk. A calculated touch, fleeting yet electric. She rubbed the chalk between her fingers, then extended it with a smirk.

“Your move.”

The air between them thickened, charged with something far more dangerous than the game itself. Dove’s next choice would decide just how deep they’d sink into the night.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥✔ [Apologies for the late response]

Myungsoo spent his human life stealing and conniving for survival. Never in his entire life would he find it difficult to create a flower bracelet. It certainly did not benefit him when he is frustrated. In his very soul, if truly vampires have one, he sensed her actions to be nurturing, guiding him to be careful and be patient. And yet the man muttered, “Are they really?” His voice that was controlled and refined, roughed with weariness. The warm-heartedness near him distracting and so was her blood that running through her veins. Myungsoo sighed, his long fingers fumbled again. He kept snapping the tiny stems. He just watched Yooa weave intricate flower bracelet and crowns to sell, while he was failing spectacularly. Blood for once, wasn’t on his hands. Instead, it was pollen. He sneezed but he pressed on. After what felt like eternity of broken stems and frustrated sighs, Myungsoo managed to loop the last petal. “Here.” He mumbled, placing the lopsided, slightly ragged and showcased a product of a beginner around Yooa’s wrist. He nervously bent forward, holding her hand neither admiring nor disgusted with his creation. “So...” That word lingered as he looked up at her.

And just then, the carriage lurched to a halt. “We’ve arrived, young master.” The driver’s toneless guttural voice muffled through the thick wooden door. And it struck him. “Home” He uttered, hurriedly cleaned the mess they made and before sliding out of the carriage.

The estate loomed before them, a gothic masterpiece carved from shadows, marbles and stones. It was a testament to his family’s ancient power, a dark reflection of his own internal struggles as dark clouds gathered above them. Sculptures of men and women alike, made from marble and lined as if they were alive and guarding the way into the ancestral house. Different shrubs, flowers and tress surrounds the estate.

“Not to worry.” Myungsoo held Yooa’s hand, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. For high above, at the enormous balcony stood a woman and spoke, “Welcome home, son.”

@☾ Sora Choi￥✔ Dove's eyes shifted downward, following vertically as the she-wolf before her moved a hand low-just across the base of Dove's baren spine. She could pick up on the touch of attraction and protection, not necessarily as if the other took ownership, but rather responsibility... and the Ruka couldn't help but shiver as the symphony her bones began singing.

They danced so gracefully along the floor, it felt as if they walked on air itself. Having the brethren holding her so dearly...it wished for her guard to drop and body to relax. And while muscles seemed less tense from their initial rection to contact, games of fire and brimstone weren't folk tales, but blaring warnings that while danger could be fun...it could lead to the complete disruption of Dove's intentions of the night...

Her glossed lips perked as Sora offered to chase and or catch her, though offering the smaller the option. She hummed allowed, tilting her nose up to nuzzle into the woman's neck, basking in her rustic scent that made Dove's mouth slightly water. "I do love a good chase...but no one catches me." she noted with all the certainty of the universe. She let the moment continue though, of their bodies pressed together, Dove hands rubbing the other's middle back as they moved. Time could be cherished, even in this fleetingness...

But it seemed before the dance could end, the fluid wolf above her had read the edges of Dove's interior motives, suggesting the delve deeper into the castle together. 'How the...' Blue eyes pulled up, breathe slightly shaking (it couldn't be contained) as the goddess breathed on . Okay, maybe the fellow wanted more then to see the archives like Dove did...but if Sora knew more about this place...what secrets would she spill on Dove's behalf? She had gained the woman's inquisition this long.

The beast in her stomach began rearing it's head as Dove chuckled allowed in her rising blood pressure. If she would be given the opportunity to taste the other's skin more...woof her mind was too tainted, and she knew it. The nomad sent the other a knowing smile, as she knew she had failed to hide her own excitement. "Please, lead the way," she eyed the court around them, even while encapsulated in the other's embrace, scooping out enemies that would wish to disturb them in their adventures.

@☾ Dove Cameron Sora’s lips curled, slow and deliberate, as Dove’s breath ghosted over her skin, the barest graze of teeth igniting something dark and electric in her core. Clever girl. But Sora had played this game long before, and if Dove thought she could toy with fire, she would soon learn what it meant to be consumed by it.

The air between them tightened, thick with the scent of winter spice and something wilder—something unmistakably wolf. Sora let her hands drift lower, trailing the delicate curve of Dove’s spine, a touch both protective and possessive, neither trapping nor yielding. The pulse beneath her fingertips thrummed in tandem with the steady waltz, a rhythm she commanded with effortless control.

“Tight locks and hidden keys,” she mused, her voice silk wrapped around steel. “Sounds like a challenge. Or an invitation.” She leaned in, the heat of her words tracing the delicate shell of Dove’s ear. “Tell me, darling, do you prefer being chased... or caught?”
A flicker of hesitation in Dove’s breath. Not fear—something more dangerous. Curiosity.

Sora took the lead, drawing Dove flush against her as she pivoted, their bodies moving like a whisper through the sea of oblivious dancers. She exuded effortless masculinity in the way she held her, fingers firm yet teasing at Dove’s waist, but it was her voice—husky, laced with decadent amusement—that dripped with sensual femininity.

“Stay here and keep playing pretend, or…” Her thumb traced slow, hypnotic circles at the base of Dove’s spine, coaxing her closer still. “Come explore this castle with me. Alone.” A pause, a breath between tension and temptation, before Sora added the final of persuasion, a smirk curling against Dove’s jawline.
“There are darker corners in Lioncourt de Sovereign, secrets this party won’t tell you.” She exhaled against , warm, inviting, wicked. “But I will.”

The orchestra swelled, but the true crescendo lay in the choice lingering between them. Sora tilted her head, daring, waiting.

@❦ Irene Ayaka leaned in, her voice a silken whisper that slid through the air with mischievous grace. “Well, well, Irene... Let’s see how we can truly liven this place up.” Her eyes scanned the glittering ballroom, lit by flickering chandeliers casting warm, golden light over the elegantly dressed crowd. She felt the pulse of magic, a low hum in her veins—this was her element. The game was about to begin. Her lips curled, the spark of excitement lighting her amber gaze.
“Leave it to me, sister,” she purred, her tone playful yet calculated. With a flick of her wrist, the illusion spell began to weave around her. Her kitsune powers rippled out, subtle as a breeze but quick as a flash of fire. A faint shimmer in the air, a soft hum under her breath—and there, just ahead, was their first target.

An older vampire, noble in bearing yet lecherous in intent, was making his way through the crowd with an uncomfortably persistent air, circling a group of nervous servant girls. His advances were unwanted, yet his gaze did not stray. Ayaka’s lip curled in distaste. “Ah, a fine place to start.”

She turned to Irene, her voice dripping with playful challenge. “Watch closely, little sister. This will be a sight to remember.”

With a swift gesture, Ayaka conjured an illusion—a Fae, dark-skinned and regal, radiating allure. She set the vision before the vampire, watching as his predatory gaze immediately latched onto it, following her every move. The servant girls, now free from his unwanted attention, scurried away, their faces relieved.

The vampire smiled, eager to please, oblivious to the trap being set. “I knew you’d come around,” he muttered to the air, thinking himself the master of the moment.
Ayaka’s lips quirked in delight, watching as the vampire leaned closer to the illusion, unaware of his surroundings. Then, the illusion shifted—just for a moment. Instead of the alluring Fae, the vampire found himself locked in the embrace of the guard office’s horse’s rear.

The scene unfolded with delicious absurdity. The vampire’s eyes widened in horror as he tried to disentangle himself from the horse, but it was too late. His face contorted in confusion, and laughter began to ripple through the crowd, erupting like wildfire. Whispers and snickers filled the ballroom as nobles took turns mocking him, throwing jabs and sarcastic cheers. The vampire’s social standing crumbled with every whispered laugh.

Ayaka stood back, arms folded in satisfaction, a glass of champagne appearing in her hand as if summoned by her very will. She took a slow sip, savoring the scene before her.
Her gaze turned to Irene, the gleam of mischief and triumph dancing in her eyes. “Care to join me in the next little prank, sister?” she asked, her voice carrying the promise of more chaos, more laughter.

@† ♕ Hendery Soohyuk’s lips curled into a smile as he stepped closer, his gaze steady on the young prince. “Prince Hendery,” he greeted, his voice smooth and rich, carrying the weight of familiarity. “You always did have a way with words. And yet, I believe you outshine us all tonight.” He let his dark eyes sweep over the prince, taking in his refined appearance, the effortless regality in his stance. His attention briefly flickered to the glass of wine in Hendery’s hand before returning to meet his gaze. “As for my enjoyment, I would say the night has just become far more interesting.” He raised a brow slightly, amusement dancing at the edges of his expression. “Tell me, my prince, what mischief have you been up to in my absence?”

@☾ Sora Choi￥✔ As much as the other was intimidating, she was divine in the energy she brought. Lethal…and Dove admired it like a piece of art. She allowed (key word there) the other to take her toward the pool of bodies dancing to the orchestra simultaneously, a zing running through her hand from the others touch as they remained close while finding a rhythm seamlessly. Dove’s oceanic orbs remained steady on the others rose-colored windows. The dance was relaxing somehow, in the midst of such unprecedented tension…
The wolf’s ear’s perked as they were called to the thumb of Sora’s voice, hanging on each word like a puppet (though she would never admit it). The brunette chuckled warm like a bedded fire to the oppositions question, pursed lips perking at the corners, dimples enveloping her cheeks. “Very lucky.” She noted with emphasis, shaking her head in disbelief at herself as she quickly scoped the other couples. “I haven’t danced since…” her eyes came back to the others, but expression paused as a memory of her childhood clouded her vision. Her space went back to that earthy forest, barren in skin and and screaming endlessly in praise to the god’s as her lightening - locks waved to the stars, and her brothers and sister all jumped and shouted around her, palms scooping out dirt before releasing it into the air as they moved sporadically to whatever their god’s beat asked them to…

Realizing her space and pause, Dove blinked quickly, lashes light as a butterfly’s wings against each other as her lips parted slightly, and she regained her wording. “Since I was a kid…” she regathered her composure, as she had quite a presence to contend with before her.

They twirled once together as Sora pulled the wolf inward, there bodies barley brushing each others as the taller woman leaned down and continued her questioning with all the lure and appeal of a fox, attempting to catch prey… “Danger,” Dove echoed, voice low and personal as they seemed to be the only two in the world, yet fully knowing they were but a spec on the wall. A gorgeous, tantalizing spec of voodoo…

Dove, looked down at their hands together, pulling hers out to gently glide her nails up the others suit on either side, bringing Sora in as her hands traced the patterns up the fabric till they reached Sora’s neck, gently scratching at the back of the other’s scalp. “It depends on who you ask,” Dove hummed as if bemused and contemplative of how to answer, tilting her chin up to meet the other’s ear, “But I’d like to think my locks are tight and keys are hidden.” She breathed over the other’s love, teeth barley grazing the edge, before she moved her head down, resting her ear onto the taller’s collarbone, as if to rest (also allowing her ear to come away from the others lips).

@❦ ♕ Ayaka Miyoshi (its okay~ <3 )

Irene knew that she wouldn't be able to get anything past Ayaka - she was like an older sister. They could always tell when their younger sisters were upset and something was wrong - or something happened. Irene let out a small sigh as she knew that Ayaka wouldn't let it go until she opened up and told her. Irene took a sip of her drink, gazing falling on her sister when her sister finally asked what was wrong. She knew that Ayaka wouldn't let this go until she told her what she was on her mind. She chuckled softly at her comment about dragging it out of her. "You don't have to drag it out of me - you know that I will always tell you what is wrong. I trust you - you're my big sister," She answered.

She paused for a moment as she sipped on her drink again. Her gaze traveled over to her brother then back to Ayaka. "It's just that that big brother is here - and it just rattled me - I guess. We don't have a good relationship," Irene told her, glancing over to where Hajun was standing then back to her. She sighed as she set down the now-empty glass on the table beside them. "I'll be okay - he just makes me feel like that little kit that no one wanted to have around or wanted in their lives. None of my siblings were good to me - plus, he passed not long after my mother so it scares me how he's here around the living," Irene mumbled, glancing down at her dress and picking off invisible fuzz from it.

Irene laughed as she heard her friend's next statement. She was one not to turn down a fun time or chaos - she was actually quite known for bringing chaos and a fun time when she was around her friends or at a party. She couldn't help but let her lips turn up into a smile and twinkle in her eye as she listened to the ideas that she was proposing to her. "I would love to do any of those things - or even more. I am just here to have a good time and I shouldn't have let anyone interfere with us having fun," She nodded, nudging her back as they stood there.

@❦ Irene [sorry it took me so long to post this. <3 <3<3]

Ayaka accepted the flute of champagne Irene offered, her sharp pink eyes catching the subtle tremble in her friend’s hand before she masked it with a bright smile. The sparkle in Irene’s ruby eyes seemed a shade dimmer tonight, and though the younger kitsune tried to brush it off with her usual playful charm, Ayaka wasn’t so easily fooled.
She sipped the drink slowly, her gaze fixed on Irene as the soft strains of the orchestra filled the ballroom. Snowflakes clung to the golden embellishments of Ayaka’s gown, but she barely noticed as she leaned in, her voice warm yet laced with curiosity. “Irene,” she began, tilting her head slightly, her fox ears twitching as if to punctuate her words. “What’s going on? You’re putting on a good show, but I know you too well. Did something—or someone—get under your skin?”
Ayaka’s tone was gentle but insistent, her bond with Irene making it impossible to ignore the shift in her mood. She reached out, brushing a stray flake of snow from Irene’s hair, her touch soft but grounding. “Come on, don’t make me drag it out of you. You know I will.”
Ayaka’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Tell you what. If you don’t want to talk, we’ll do something far better—we’ll cause just enough chaos to make you forget whatever’s bothering you.” Her pink eyes glinted as she leaned closer. “Let’s enchant the desserts to float away whenever someone tries to grab them. Or switch up the music with an illusion spell—see how well vampires can waltz to a lively jig.”
Her laughter was low and infectious as she nudged Irene gently. “Whatever it is, I’ve got your back. And if we’re going to enjoy this night, we might as well make it unforgettable—kitsune style.”

@დ Jung Nicole The lavender hue of the rose shimmered like stardust under the moon’s glow, and Bang couldn’t help but trace its delicate edges with his thumb. The way Nicole’s soft murmur hung in the air—"Does it mean unknown moments?"—made his chest tighten. Unknown moments. Her words lingered, resonating deeper than she could have imagined.
His ash-gray eyes flickered to hers, studying the earnest curiosity that painted her expression. She tilted her head ever so slightly, waiting, her breath shallow in anticipation. The faintest of smirks tugged at his lips, one that revealed both the weight of his thoughts and the quiet mischief he so often buried beneath his stoicism.
“Lavender roses,” he began, his voice low and smooth, like a secret escaping into the night, “are said to signify enchantment… a love at first sight. But more than that—” he paused, handing her the rose gently, his fingers brushing against hers. “—they speak of a connection beyond what words can define. A meeting of souls, destined or perhaps fated. It’s rare. Intoxicating. And once it blooms—” his gaze dipped to the rose, “—impossible to ignore.”
Nicole’s touch against the petals stilled as they both watched the lavender slowly shift, its edges flushing with a gradient of coral pink that spiraled toward its heart. The colors deepened, merging into a hypnotic display that stole his breath.
Bang’s lips parted slightly, then curled into an unguarded smile—confident yet tinged with boyish surprise. A soft chuckle escaped him, one that he tried to muffle behind his knuckles. “Well,” he murmured, clearing his throat, “it appears this rose has a mind of its own.”
The rose’s sudden transformation wasn’t lost on him. Coral pink intertwined with lavender—it symbolized passion, desire, and the sweet ache of longing. The same emotions coursing through him now.
Bang met her gaze once more, his mischievous smile fading into something deeper, more vulnerable. “Perhaps it knows what I’m not yet ready to admit.” His tone was teasing, but his eyes betrayed him, heavy with unspoken truths.
Before she could press him for an explanation, he straightened, offering her his arm with an elegant nod toward the garden. “Shall we? I’ve a feeling the night has more secrets waiting to be discovered.”
His voice was calm, but his pulse betrayed the storm inside—a fire sparked by her, a flame he wasn’t sure he could, or wanted to, extinguish. The tension between them hummed in the cold winter air, a prelude to something neither of them could yet name.

@† Kim Myungsoo Yooa watched him pick the various colors for the bracelet out of the wildflowers that were in her lap. She did find it interesting out of all of the flowers that she had conjured for them to use - he had picked the simple wildflowers that most thought were weeds or not actually flowers - but they were just the same. It was in contrast to the muted tones of this nation and surprising that he didn't choose flowers that matched that aesthetic more - but she smiled anyway. She watched him as he tried to make the bracelet as she wanted to reach out and help him - but stopped herself as he spoke, shrugging a bit. "You did pick very dainty and fragile flowers - but the most vibrant and colorful of them all. I should have made the stems longer so that you would have more to work with," She replied as she gently reached over to where his hands were. She tapped the petals that he bruised - revitalizing their status before they were bruised as she held his fingers for a few seconds. "Like this," She said as she guided his fingers to weave teh stems together. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she did this - her cheek barely brushing the side of his face. She pulled back, glancing down at the start of the bracelet that they had started together. "Now you try to continue and if you want my help just let me know," Yooa smiled to him as she picked out a few flowers herself as she started to weave them together.

@☠ Bang Yongguk￥✔ Her eyes diverted away from him as an unexplained feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach. She bit her lower lip, more curios about Bang now and rather if his thoughts in this moment with her was as crazy she her's. Tossed to the back of her mind as he started guiding them, she uses her free hand to gather the long train of her outfit up to allow a better footing for her.

Nicole's hand in his felt like an unspoken promise, grounding him amidst the eerie beauty of the Lioncourt Manor. The history it held, the many souls that had lingered on to the hallways. Prince Hendery's manor was timeless, as timeless as the moment Bang was creating for her to hold on to. The shadows and light within the corridor mirrored the delicate tension. The beauty of the winter wonderland in the garden caught her breathe.

The white rose stood out amongst the red ones in the winter scenery. She shook her head, not knowing much about flowers and their meaning. Nicole watches as Bang's delicate kiss transformed the rose. The lavender hue shimmered under the moonlight, each petal sparkled, gazed locked on the flower as if he just showed her the secrets of the universe. Bang's question took her by surprised. What could a lavender color rose mean when there is endless possibilities. Mystery? Passion? Unspoken promises?

The was his ash gray eyes held her, Nicole reached out slowly, brushing her fingers against the petals. "Lavender," she murmured, soft yet resonant between them, "does it mean unknown moments?" She tilted her head, studying hum to see if what she said was even close to it. Nicole said what came first to her mind, that came to time spent with him.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥✔ All of his worries muted, when the fairy picked up the sullen moment. "Alright." Myungsoo held a handful of delicate wildflowers, their vibrant hues a stark contrast to the muted tones he usually preferred. He was attempting, with an impressive amount of concentration that bordered on pained, to weave them into a bracelet. His large, surprisingly clumsy fingers fumbled with the slender stems, occasionally bruising a delicate petal. He sighed, the sound of soft rustle in the close confines of the carriage. "Flowers are deceptively fragile." He admitted, his voice a deep baritone that resonated even at a low volume.

@† Kim Myungsoo After the interaction with the guards, the air in the carriage became awkward and quiet. There was a stillness in the carriage and quiet that Yooa didn't like that much. She didn't want this trip to be dull or sad - or them constantly apologizing to each other. She wanted it to be fun and nice. Yooa glanced up as she gave Myungsoo a smile, nodding to him. She watched him trace the lines on her hand as she smiled at him. "I can talk you through it, here this will be your vine that you'll use to attach the flowers to," Yooa handed him the braided vine that she always used to make these friendship bracelets. She moved some flowers in her lap so that he could look at the all so he could pick which ones to use. "Then you need to pick out what flowers you want to use - and then when you do - you just take the stem end of the flower, slip it through the vine, tie a not, adjust where you want the flower, and then tie it securely with another knot - then snip off the excess stem," She showed him again as she spoke through the steps. "But I will walk you through your first flower - so pick your first one," Yooa pointed at the flowers in her lap.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥ After handing the flowers to his friend, Myungsoo remained quiet. There is something about slavery that doesn't sit right with the young noble man. He perched at the edge of velvet seat, shifted uncomfortably. The emblem on the carriage, usually a source of pride, felt heavy and useless within the confines of the carriage. He exhaled heavily and secretly watched the fairy from the corner of his eyes. She still continued to place the flowers on the bracelet around his wrist. Myungsoo forced a grin and took her hand, softly tracing the lines on her palm with his finger. "I'd like to make a bracelet for you. Can you talk me through it?"

@† Kim Myungsoo Yooa was placing the flowers in her lap again not wanting to get him in trouble for making a mess in teh beautiful and very expensive carriage. Her eyes shifted up at him when he took hold of her wrist telling her that he was sorry. She shook her head as he had nothing to apologize for - maybe it was her that needed to say sorry. She was a slave after all which meant she would be the one that would cause trouble for them all. "You have no reason to apologize - it's not your fault or anything. I'm okay - really," She mumbled to him She watched him start to pick up the flowers to the point where he gathered them up himself and was handing them back to her. She took in his words, nodding to him. She wanted to tell him that he didn't need to that she wasn't really worth all the trouble - but she could tell that this had worked him up so she didn't want to do or say anything that would make it worse. "Thank you for looking out for me," She finally decided to say instead, picking out some flowers in her lap that she knew had calming properties and tying them gently into the flower bracelet that was still around his wrist. She moved her hands back to her lap, playing with some of the flowers in it.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥ The carriage wheels crunched on the gravel drive, the sound a stark contrast to the ethereal silence that had filled the cushioned interior. Myungsoo frowned, energy focused on muffling the strong beat of Yooa's heart. He didn't need to look nor ask, she was scared and it was clear when he looked over at her, saw her patting her eyes. He was furious. And it got worse when she suddenly bent forward and started to clean up the flowers. For the young vampire did not mind it, not her being messy. He reached down, holding one of her wrists and spoke softly. "Please." Myungsoo's eyes beaming with red hue and he could feel his jaw twitch. "I am sorry." He started to pick up the flowers himself, distracting himself from the desire to kill those soldiers. "I promise you this. No will lay a finger on you. Not a strand of hair misplaced. They have to go through me first." He gathered all the flowers before giving it to her.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ "Emily." His voice. The worried behind it. The way he pulled her back to him through space and time. It was the only thing that kept her there, kept her present, and in his room. Clouded by desire, Emily could barely comprehend what she just did, what she may have set off. But guided back by Dawn, she felt yearned for. Like she was needed in someone's life for the first time.

“You’re safe now,” she heard him, through a wavered voice. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

The energy of the portal drained her even though her body fights to be touched. Emily turned weakly, facing him as she nuzzled against the delicate cradle of his hands - as if she would break and incinerate in front of his very eyes. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close, body pressed against his clothed one as if it could cover her from the cool winter night. Her face buried against his chest, pressing her red stained lips over his heart, eyes succumbing to the darkness.

"Hyo....jong." Her whisper delicate compared to earlier tonight.

[ Onward with their story. Thank you for a memorable Winter Solstice party. ;) ]

@† Kim Myungsoo Yooa smiled as she had made him his friendship bracelet. She loved making things for others and giving things for others - giving gifts or making things for others was one of her love languages. She moved herself behind Myungsoo a bit as the inspection guards were talking to them. This was pretty scary to her and she didn't like it. This didn't happen in the meadows, so she didn't understand why she as being asked these questions. She gripped Myungsoo's hand hard and hid behind him as they said they needed to inspect her. "Myungie, I don't wanna do that," Yooa whispered to him to where only he could hear. It was clear that she was scared of the situation. Yooa stayed beside Myungsoo almost behind him until she knew that the guards had left.

"They aren't going to do anything to me?" Yooa asked as him as she let go of his hand. She reached up and tapped the edges of her eyes with the ends of her sleeves. She bent over a bit and started to clean up the flowers that had fallen onto the floor of the carriage. "Sorry for getting flowers everywhere, I'll clean it up," She mumbled to him while she was picking up flowers.

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@† Lee Soohyuk The familiar vampire caught Hendery's eye. With fine red wine held in his hand and a light charming smile decorating his lips, Hendery returned the bow towards the elder vampire. "Hello, Sir Soohyuk." Hendery took in his former tudor's attire. How he was dressed for the event. Everything said beauty in the Prince's eyes. "You look ravishing tonight. How are you enjoying yourself?"

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@† ♕ Hendery Lee Soohyuk stepped into the grand hall of the winter ball, his entrance punctuated by the soft click of his polished shoes against the marble floor. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and mulled wine, and chandeliers above cast a frosty glow that mirrored the snow falling outside. His sharp gaze swept the room, pausing only when he found Hendery, the vampire prince. Soohyuk’s tailored white suit, lined with gold embroidery that shimmered like starlight, a testament to his tardy arrival. He strode forward with a quiet authority, and bowed to acknowledge the young prince who had been waiting for him.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥ He was amazed at Yooa's ability to be crafty as she step by step showed him how to make a woven friendship bracelets. A pure innocent smile creeping in, eyes adoring the vines and flowers that painted colour along his porcelain skin. It pained him that the heartfelt moment now being interrupted by these vampires, dressed in dark uniforms and armed to the teeth. Myungsoo was educated enough to never turn away an inspection party, they have the power to detain or kill who is lying about their identities and keeping unauthorised individuals sneaking into the vampire realm. "Yooa. House name. Status?" the burly man with thick beard, eyed Yooa warily. Her warm hand holding his and that's enough to tell him she is scared.

"Is this necessary, gentlemen?" he said, his voice dripping with aristocratic charm as he leaned out the window.

The burly man with thick beard, eyed Myungsoo and Yooa warily. "Pardon me, milord. We'll need to inspect your...companion." The vampire reached for the carriage door. Myungsoo, intervened, his hand shooting out to grasp the door handle.

"No! I think that won't be necessary, gentlemen." He said, firm. "My companion, Yooa, is a fairy of impeccable reputation and a guest in my home. I vouch for her personally."

The vampire soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, clearly uncertain how to proceed. After a tense moment, the bearded leader nodded curtly. "Very well, Sir Choi. We'll take your word for it. But be warned: we are keeping an eye on you and your..." The bearded vampire narrowed his eyes at Yooa and said, "guest."

The soldiers stepped aside, allowing the carriage to continue on its way. Myungsoo let out a sigh of relief as he settled back into his seat.

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@† Kim Myungsoo Yooa nodded as she glanced at him, tilting her head to the side and thinking about what would be the simplest to make for him. "Mhm, I think that the simplest to make would be woven friendship bracelets," Yooa nodded as she pulled out some vines and crafted some smaller flowers. "Here, I'll show you how to do it. It is really simple - just braid the vines like this," Yooa showed him how to braid the vines together. It was basically like braiding someone's hair into braids. "Then you do the same with the flowers that you wanna - just braid the stem of the flower into the vines and position the flower how you want. You can add as many flowers as you want. When you are finished, you just tie it securely like this," She tied it around his wrist, smiling up at him.

She blinked as they had stopped wondering what was going on. She wanted to ask why they had stopped and if something had happened. She moved closer to Myungsoo, reaching out and holding his hand as she was a bit scared about hearing that guards wanted to question them. She looked at him and nodded. "Okay," She mumbled to him. When they asked her for her name, she kept her head towards them - but her gaze stayed on Myungsoo since he was in front of her from the window that they were looking out of. "My name is Yooa," She told them.

@დ Jung Nicole The moment Bang felt Nicole’s smaller hand slip into his, his apprehension softened, replaced by an unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in his chest. Her acceptance of his invitation—the way her eyes lingered on him, dark and glossy with trust—stirred something he wasn’t prepared to face. Yet, he welcomed it.

Her playful nod toward the grand doors coaxed a faint chuckle from him. “Shall we?” she asked, her voice light but laced with something deeper, a hidden note he couldn’t quite place.

“We shall,” Bang replied, his tone rich with quiet amusement, as he allowed her to guide them into the vast, dimly lit corridor beyond.

The Vampire Manor was an architectural marvel—grand arches stretched above their heads, carved with stories of centuries past. Soft glimmers from enchanted chandeliers reflected against the polished obsidian floors, casting fleeting patterns that danced like ghostly waltzers.

As they passed the garden entrance, Bang slowed. Moonlight poured through the ornate glass windows, spilling silver light onto the dazzling rose bushes in full bloom. He paused, his ash-gray eyes settling on a single pristine white rose nestled among the blood-red ones. Without a word, he plucked it, the thornless stem cool against his fingers.

He turned to Nicole, holding the flower between them. “Do you know what kind of rose this is?”
Before she could answer, Bang brought the bloom to his lips. The faintest kiss brushed its petals, and a transformation began. The white bled softly, shifting to a mesmerizing, ethereal lavender, sparkling faintly as if dusted with starlight.

Bang extended it to her, his expression calm but his eyes alight with mischief. “In our culture, a Blood Rose takes on a color when kissed, revealing the intent of the gift. Each shade tells a story.” He paused, his gaze steady and smoldering. “Purple…” His lips quirked into a devastatingly handsome half-smile, “…has a meaning I think you might want to guess.”

He held the rose out, his hand unwavering, waiting for her response with a quiet confidence that made the moment pulse with unspoken possibility.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥ His fangs teetering as he smiled warmly trying to help lighten the fear she had because of he was thirsty. It sounded so simple when he repeated those thoughts in his head, but the pain was too real. Yooa beamed and it is colourful again. A huge contrast against the gloomy and dampness of the forest. “Hmm. Hmm.” He motioned his shoulders up then down, lips puckering. “Can we start with something simple?” He asked.

He stared at her contemplating till they stopped moving. Behind the tiny window is Brendon’s eyes directly at him. “Why did we stop?” He raised a brow. The man hawked a loogie and sniffed. “There are royal guards wanting to check whose my passengers are.”

“Don’t they recognise the family emblem?” Myungsoo beginning to unravel as he pulled his locks.

“We do, my lord.” There was a voice outside the carriage. “But I’m afraid it is the general’s order that we check each carriage that passes through here. We have received news of a fugitive seen in the area. Besides, I could tell you have company.”

Company. A less of an ear sore for someone who isn’t us. Myungsoo rubbed his eyes and groaned. He leaned towards Yooa’s ear and with a gritted teeth whispered, “don’t look at their eyes.”

“My lord?” There was a knock.

“Fine. Alright!” Myungsoo drew the curtains harshly and was greeted by face of the undead. Two men cloaked in black robes looked inside the passenger’s seat. One holding a book and a quill. “A fairy, I see.” One of the vampires spoke, narrowing his sight at Yooa. “Your name miss?”

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@† Kim Myungsoo Yooa glanced at him seeing that there was something else on hs mind that he wanted to ask, but stopped himself when the noise from the driver interrupted his thoughts. Yooa didn't question it as she sat there with him. He probably didn't want Brendon to hear her answers or much about their conversation that Myungsoo didn't want him to know. He would probably ask her about it when they were completely alone together again.

Yooa chucked as she was told that he didn't rest. Oh right, the vampire thing. "Hehe, I forgot," She answered as she looked at him. Ah, right that. "Hmhm, okay - well make sure you tell me when you need it. I don't like seeing you in pain or whatever that was earlier - it was a bit scary," Yooa mumbled, glancing at him. Yooa then beamed at him. She pulled some flowers out of her bag and crafted some that she placed in her lap. "What kind of flower craft do you want to learn?" She asked him She caught his frown and rested her hands on top of the flowers in her lap. "Is something wrong?" She asked, shaking her head. "No, I won't get in trouble. Don't worry - she won't come for you 'cause we are friends," She reassured him, nudging his shoulder a bit.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥ He raised a brow, wanting to ask more questions when he heard Brendon clearing his throat. It was a mere gesture but his senses peaking as the carriage go through the dark forest. Afraid that Yooa might slip an important information about her status and family, he nodded and reminding himself to ask her about it in a good time.

He switched seats, sunk beside the fairy and poked her cheeks. “I don’t rest, Twinkle Toes. I only feel the need to have blood.” He raised a hand, shaking his head. “But not at the moment though. Let’s make those flower crafts.” Myungsoo frowned then glanced at beautiful woman next to him. “You won’t really get in trouble to your adopted mother?”

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  The moment the burst of light faded, I was already moving. The heat of your scent lingered in the room—wild berries from Kirin’s Peak, sweet and intoxicating, but mingled with something sharper, something raw and untamed. My pulse pounded, panic clawing at my chest as I scanned the room.
You were gone.
“Emily!” I called, the sound of your name breaking in my throat.
My hands trembled as I turned, my eyes darting to every corner, every shadow. The bed was still unmade, the sheets clinging to the faintest trace of your warmth. I could almost see you there, curled up in your quiet torment, calling out to me. But now? Nothing. Just empty air and that maddening scent, wrapping around me like a noose.
I gritted my teeth, my claws digging into my palms as I struggled to breathe through the rising tide of fear. “Where the hell are you?” I muttered, barely able to keep my voice steady.
Then, the thought hit me—what if I’d failed you? What if, in the chaos, something had taken you? I couldn’t lose you, too. Not after everything. Not after the Labyrinth.
“Emily!” I called again, louder this time, desperation threading through my voice. My steps were frantic now, tearing through the room like a man possessed. Every corner I searched, every shadow I pushed aside, only fed the panic clawing at my throat.
And then I stopped. There it was—a flicker, a shift in the air, faint but unmistakable. Your scent hit me stronger this time, like a wave, and my heart nearly stopped. “You’re here,” I whispered, more to myself than anything. “I know you’re here. I can feel you.”
My voice softened, though my pulse still hammered against my ribs. “Emily... I need you to come back to me. Please.”
The promise I’d made to you in the Labyrinth burned in my mind like a brand. I swore I’d always protect you, even if it was from yourself.“I’ll find you,” I murmured, low and determined. “No matter where you go, no matter what’s pulling you away, I’ll bring you back. You hear me?”
But before I could take another step, a ripple of energy shimmered in the air, and you fell—straight out of nothingness, back into the room, your body trembling and glowing with sweat. My breath caught, my heart leaping as relief and terror collided in my chest.
“Emily,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside you.
Your scent overwhelmed me, your heat radiating like a fire threatening to consume us both. I reached out, hesitating for just a moment before cradling your face in my hands. “You’re safe now,” I said, though my voice wavered. “I’ve got you. I’m here.” But as I looked into your clouded, wild red eyes, I realized the storm wasn’t over. Not even close.

@† Kim Myungsoo [H] Yooa nodded to him. "Hmhm, I think so - I mean, I am a nature fairy. Weather comes along with the package," Yooa said as she shrugged. "But, I could be wrong on the thunder and lightning - it could just be rain," She knew this would work in their favor since the sun wouldn't be out to hurt Myungsoo if they had to walk outside. But, of course, she didn't want to risk it and Myungsoo getting hurt or injured because they went outside. She would feel horrible if something happened to him.

Yooa nodded as she was told how long the trip would take. She didn't question on why that it would take that long - but she hoped that he would be okay for that long since she wasn't sure if he would need to drink blood again. "Ah gotcha - what do you want to do or talk about while we get there? You want to learn how to make flower crafts or do you wanna rest? Or we could continue to read the books that we found. I brought them with me in my bag," She patted the bag at her side. She then nodded at his warning of to make direct eye contact with anyone. "Okay, I remembered that and not do it," Yooa told her.