♞ Yan Suite

@❈♞ Yan Sheng " you are too good to me Yan, thank you for that" she smiled up at Yan. Sitting up a bit, she decided to make her proposal. " Yan? if you aren't so busy with other paperwork or things....will you be able to go with me to st.peterburg to shop for clothing? I need new clothes and a few bottles and toys for my little sunshine" she said as she thought how long it had been since she got out of palace due to her fear of getting hurt. She felt like she was finally ready to go out. " We can bring Ammon plus I don't think he wants to leave your hold any time soon" she got up and got close to him to see Ammon cooing more. " Plus, i think you would look good in modern clothing. I can already imagine it" her gaze moved up with find his eyes and pouted. " please yannie, i only trust in you to protect me and my little munchkin" Ammon suddenly squealed causing Ely to laugh. "See even Ammon agrees...aww look how he looks at you" she whispered

@ꕥ♛ Ely Bathory His mind was blank. The dense fog of insanity rolled in, tickling at the edges of his mind. He would willingly give up his sanity if it meant getting rid of the ailment that was suffocating him. With a demure smile he nodded. "All is well, my princess," he chuckled softly, "there is no need to worry about me." He quickly redirected any and all attention to the baby, hoping in some phantasmagorical way that he would alleviate the riptide of emotions he couldnt piece together. "Well he certainly is quite the charming young one," he whispered to her, watching as the baby gently gurgled a soft noise. His first instinct was to coo and his lithe digits gently caressed the tiny, chubby cheek. "Such a breathtaking miracle," he sighed, unadulterated bliss rolling off of him in tendrils. "This palace was a stalemate before him, my princess, I assure you. He is what this palace needed."

@❈♞ Yan Sheng Ely smiled softly. The other was always there for her and she felt grateful for the other. "Hmm...something on your mind?" she asked as she noticed the visible hesitation to the question. She shook her head as she looked around his room for the first time. It was refreshing to be in such a relaxing room, maybe this was why Yan was so calm and nice to be around. " oh no no yan, I barely got time to see you during my pregnancy and i want to spend time with you plus you look adorable holding Ammon in your arms" she watched as the newborn moved his hands trying to reach yan's face. It was both different and wonderful for Ely to see her newborn acting to well already to the people around him. " its been a while since the palace has had a baby, do you think? " she asked looking up at the male with a smile adorning her lips.

@ꕥ♛ Ely Bathory Perplexed, he watched the girl wall in, admitting to him that she should be resting instead of visiting him. And his first knee-jerk reaction was to agree with her. She shouldnt be walking around and she should definitely be relaxing after such a strenuous ordeal. "No, no," he stammered, closing the door quietly behind her as not to startle the babe in her arms. "I am never too busy for you or the little one, my princess. Surely you should be resting. If you need anything all you need do is send for me. I would be there in a heart beat." He watched her gently caress her sons face, to which his surprise grew when he took the babe in his arms. At first he was mildly alarmed at the transaction. But crimson eyes gazed down at the new life and something in him melted. The little babe smelled of new life... something that hadn't graced his lungs in a long while. His heart skipped a beat and a soft warmth kissed at his cheeks. For a second he was lost in the colour of the baby's eyes before her words registered in his ears. "I... have been well," he was reticent to admit. Surely the coughing had subsided, for now, but there was a heaviness in his chest he just couldnt get rid of. "Sit down, my princess... Please. I will look after Ammon as you rest."

@❈♞ Yan Sheng Seeing the door open so suddenly, Ely jumped a bit before smiling up at the male. " evening yannie" she cooed walking in as her child opened their eyes and looked at Yan. " yes yes this is Ammon, my child...I know I should be resting but I was wanting you to meet him" she pulled the blanket a bit enough to still have him covered but also so Yan could see him. " hope I didn't interrupt anything, you must be busy...right?" She unconsciously pouted as she didnt like to interrupt people. Her hand softly caressed her son's cheek while the newborn blinked. " he barely cries...dont know if its normal but he is very attentive " she lifted Ammon up a bit before passing him over to Yan so he could carry him. She went to sit down on his bed sighing a bit at the pain in her lower pain yet didnt say a word. " how has your day been Yan? Just....want to check up at you" she winced a bit.

@ꕥ♛ Ely Bathory His fingers gently carded through his long tresses, crimson orbs focused on the bristling wind that fluttered the leaves outside. The silky strands fell through the gaps of his digits as he gently curled and twisted it, prepping it into a high bun. Soft strands fell in his face to frame it exquisitely when a knock at his door caught his attention. The scent of new life filtered through the air as his gaze turned towards the door. The sound of her gentle voice caught his attention, though, and he glided towards the door. Opening it he smiled, gazing lovingly at the new mother and her bundle of joy. "Good evening, my princess," he whispered, ushering her into his quarters to keep her from standing out in the hall too long. "Is that the newborn you have in your arms?"

@❈♞ Yan Sheng It had been a few hours since Ely had given birth to her son yet she could stay still on the bed. There was one person in mind who she wanted Ammon to meet first. Someone dear and precious to the Bathory and Tepe houses, Yan. She slowly got up as she was watching her son sleep peacefully beside her. " dove, can you get my sweater?" She asked her human slave before tell her that she would be leaving with the baby to see someone. After putting her robe on, she carefully picked up the small baby and cradled it in her embrace as she made her way to the door. She had to remember a bit on how to get to the tepe wing but after a few talks with the palace staffs and guards, she was well on her way to Yan's suite. " ooo you are going to love him my sweet Ammon " she cooed seeing how curled up he was to her chest. " he has been dying to meet you...at least that's how the humans say it" she smiled down at her son just as she reached the room. With her free hand, she lightly knocked on the door. " yan? It's me ely....I got someone you would love to meet" she said loud enough so it could be heard through the door of the bedroom. Tucking the purple blanket around her son, she stepped back a bit waiting to see if yan was in his room or maybe somewhere else.

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes An almost painful embarrassment wrought of of Yan's body, setting him into a full blown panic as lithe digits grasped at the soaked material to try and cover himself in some way. The heat of the bath only allowed itself to amplify the red hue taking over Yan's porcelain skin. The blush on his face reached up to his ear and down his neck, joining the hues decorated his chest. The light clothing soaked through to the point it was inevitably see-through. A devastating blow to Yan's own chastity. He quickly scrambled to the other side of the tub after watching the prince disrobe. The clothing peeled away from him in such a manner than had Yan averting his gaze and trying his best to avoid eye contact at all cost. While shyness was evident, his blatant horror with his own visage was clearly visible. He held onto his soaked robes for dear life, praying to every deity in existence to not allow the prince to see what lay underneath.

He had shared an intimate moment once before in his life. A scar of a memory that plagued his. As soon as he was disrobed his partner quickly pointed out the vile birthmark. Since then he was reticent to even allow another person to undress him... especially with it being still lighted out. The compliment caressed his ear and even then Yan was trembling slightly. Beautiful? How could something so hideous be beautiful? The prince had gone mad. The rustling of clothes hitting the ground had Yan's full attention. It was like time bombs going off in his ear. The more clothing that hit the ground the more skin was exposed. Yan laughed almost sardonically at the prince's words. Of course he wouldn't need clothes. But to protect himself from those wandering eyes he would surely keep his grip on his clothing. "Prince, it would be inappropriate of me to do such a thing," he whispered, trying his best to keep some space between him and the undressed prince. The water sloshed about him as he moved along the edge of the bath.

Without prompt, Yan found himself gazing back at his Sire with wide eyes, the crimson orbs seemingly blown wide. The thumb that moved under the elastic band of what should have been underwear had Yan swallowing thickly. Surely he wouldn't-- And when he did Yan quickly looked away. The water moved about, then, signalling to the Ancient male that his Sire had joined him in the tub. His hands shook as he tried his hardest to keep his gaze averted. The trees would have been a perfect placeholder for the male moving in on him, but Yan was concerned for his own sanity. The tugging at the robe and the soft hand on his cheek had Yan looking at his sire. The close proximity had the breath caught in Yan's throat. His fingers fumbled when the robe was tugged, allowing it, almost clumsily, to fall open without consent. "I... I assure you," he whispered, voice shaky as the embarrassment ate at him, "this is-- not appropriate, Prince Taehyung."

@❈♞ Yan Sheng Eternal beauty was written over his body, his face, his hair. Yan was a rarity, one of those treasures that only ever existed once and could not be replaced by anything as no copy would ever reach him. A man as beautiful but it was not all to him, Taehyung saw just how the light radiated out of the other male’s mind. His thoughts must have been lost somewhere on his way in the past as Taehyung always found him being lost in his own world. Still, it made him feel all so more special that this ancient prince was his by a bond by blood. Even if Yan would never be his in any other kind of sense, it was enough to be like this with him, his hand brushing over the white, lightly silver hair as it followed the movement of the brush. Surely, he would never stop trying to add a physical touch to their relation, he would always have this wish filling up his soul. Taehyung missed this other type of close, the emotional and physical type was rather lacking as Yan did not even seem to ever understand what Taehyung’s intentions were. But he had eternity on his side.

His hope vanished as the other vampire twisted, pushed---his hand reached out to still catch Yan from falling but the splashing sound already echoed through the room before Taehyung managed to hold onto him. His own breath hitched, leaving him frozen for a moment as his eyes fell onto the male in the water. The rosy colour adorned Yan’s skin, it was even more beautiful with the yellowish light of the sun hitting it. More skin was exposed and once Taehyung snapped back into reality he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer, not once breaking the stare between himself and his fledgling.

“You are beautiful, Yan.” His voice was like a soft breeze of the wind, quiet and light against the silence of the room. “Don’t hide yourself, clothes are not needed in a bath.” He wanted to touch the man badly, wanted to pull the robe further of his shoulders but the other vampire seemed to still be in shock, as if he wanted to hide something from his sire. What was it? Rushing would not get him anywhere instead Taehyung decided to take his own clothes off. Slowly, he ed his own shirt, almost as if he was putting on a show for the other man as more and more of his own pale skin was revealed. “People are usually in a bath, robes are not needed...” The shirt fell from his shoulders onto the floor of the bathroom.

Moving further with his hands, he unbuckled his belt, then opening the zipper before also having the fabric slide down to the floor. His eyes found Yan’s as his thumbs moved beneath the elastic band of his black underwear. Even if it might have been too much for his fledgling to handle, he still pulled them before then finally getting into the hot water next to Yan. “Take it off, Yan. There is no need to hide.” He whispered as his hand moved down to the fabric of the robe tugging at it. Taehyung placed his other hand on Yan’s rosy cheek caressing the skin lightly with his thumb as he looked at him. “My beautiful boy.”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes Reminiscing on such memories were a fond past time. There were moments in his life where the Earth would replay them before his very eyes; a mirage to set his soul at ease. The days where his mother would sit with him and talk, brush his hair and teach him her ways of grace. Those moments of playing with his brother, pulling pranks on their father and getting reprimanded harshly for it. Those memories of his father smiling at him, praising him and patting his head. Moments that were seared into his memory yet so long gone that time made them fuzzy. They were his life lines he wanted to hold on to... wanted to ensure the memory of his family and country lived on through him. The Sheng dynasty may have fallen, but it was not dead so long as Yan still walked the Earth.

Out of his reverie he could hear his Prince speak. Could hear the echoes within the confines of his mind. But he couldn't hear a single word; like it was being drowned out by the faces and voices of his family. Before he knew it he was being drawn up in Taehyung's arms, his own physique dwarfing Taehyung's smaller one as the familiar sensation of fluttering wings surrounded him. This. This is what he would never get used to. The flightless sensation of being teleported by a swarm of bats. The dropping sensation in your stomach.

By the time the bats swarmed away the two found themselves in familiar settings: Yan's bathroom. The outdoor aesthetic made Yan feel more at home. It was reminiscent of his own bath... back in the day. Looking around he blinked the haze out of his eyes, trying to focus on something... anything...

The sound of rushing water had Yan almost jumping out of his skin. There was something he just didnt want his Prince to see. An everlasting mark that he deemed disgusting. His mother had affectionately nicknamed him Spider Lily because of it. That searing red mark on his hips with spider-like petals decorating his skin. An abomination. To everyone else he was flawless; a work of art. But this... this mark. Oh it was a flaw.

A brush was pulled through his hair then, the material making his body sing softly with praise. His hair and scalp had always been sensitive to touch, his body falling victim to a serene pleasure. And for a second he lost himself. A willow within the reverie of the motions. The slight tugging of his strands making his eyelashes bat lightly. The soft whisper was unexpected but a heat crawled up the back of his neck when those words caressed his ear, lips falling open around an unshed sound. But what broke him out of his reverie was the hand threatening to undress him. In a moment of panic he swiftly turned in his sire's arms and pushed, knocking himself off balance.

"My prince, Iー" he started before gasping as he fell back into the bath. The water engulfed him, soaking him to the core and almost instantly his porcelain skin took on a rosey hue with the warmth. He sat there, drenched and clothed, staring up at his sire as a shoulder of his robe dipped with the heaviness of the water it held. All at once his skin was exposed and Yan quickly tried to right himself.

@❈♞ Yan Sheng For Taehyung it was like a history lesson, a personal as such. Events of the past had always intrigued, had him had turn stone after stone in the ruins to reveal to him secrets that books hadn’t kept from the world from before. But Yan had lived through it all, had wandered earth for so long that what was history for Taehyung, was life for him. Two polar opposites indeed and still connected through a bond unbreakable, stronger than time.

Walking through the maze he listened to Yan, his family being one that Taehyung envied. If only his had felt just as homely, had not been rather distant with only his brother making him feel at home. “I wished I could make you feel just as homely here. I am unable to replace your past with your life here but how about we return to the palace? I want you to feel at home there too.”

Having a mind of his own, Taehyung did not even ask for approval about what he did next. His hand reached for Yan as he engulfed his fledgling in a hug. Bats swarmed around them until they ripped them out of space and time. A moment later they found themselves in Yan’s room. Nature felt still close with the sunlight streaming through the blinds and the other man’s bathroom being something almost close to a balcony.

“We should relax...” Slender fingers wrapped around the water tap to get the hot water running. His eyes found something in the room that he had given to Yan as a present some time ago---a golden brush made out of the finest materials that the world had to offer. But the present as such was not the actual gesture he had intended, more so the act of caring for the other vampire had been his intention with this present. Taking the brush he approached Yan again, though this time standing behind his back. The sound of the water hitting the marble was the only one filling the silence as Taehyung brushed over Yan’s hair ever so gently. His hand followed the brush gliding over the soft, long hair. “You are truly beautiful, Yan.” It was a faint whisper kissed against the other man’s ear. Soon his free hand traced its way over Yan’s garment to the front where his chest was lightly exposed. “How about you take this off? Then we can sit in the hot water...”