"You're a heretic right? Half vampire half witch" San asks hesitantly.
She inches closer to him, resting her weight on the table. "Who wants to know?"
"I was wondering, do you know how to... revive a vampire?"
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San wakes up to his new and shoc...
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San and Wooyoung layed in silence in the quiet of Wooyoung's bedroom. The prince curling up on San's chest with his arm and leg draped across San's body underneath the sheets. While San layed on his back but held Wooyoung close to him, running his hand up and down his smooth bare arm.
It was still very early morning after Hongjoong's coronation and San was frankly mentally drained. His social battery was practically in the negatives. The ball ran for damn near the whole night and the couple had just finally settled into bed but the early rays of sunlight lighting up the sky outside the window made him want to groan out loud. This whole royalty thing is not for me at all.
Speaking of royalty... he thinks to himself as he runs his thumb over the gold ring on his finger. The one supposedly belonging to his birth father who may or may not be royalty. He'd been wearing the damn thing ever since the witch doctor gave it to him. He knew it was stupid and that it shouldn't matter who his father is. If he's even still around. He wanted to toss the ring away, sell it in the black market or something. It's definitely real gold and would sell for a good amount of money. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
No matter how much he'd tried to convince himself that he didn't care. He most definitely still cared. He knew that deep down in the core of his heart, he badly wanted to meet him. To look him in the eyes and finally meet the man that birthed him.
"Woo?" San's voice breaks the silence of the room. His hand still grazed up and down his arm in a loving manner.
"Hm?" Wooyoung hums in response but kept his head on San's shoulder and arms wrapped around his torso like a baby koala to its mother.
"There's something I have to talk to you about" San's voice comes our hoarse with a tinge of worry. That quickly caught Wooyoung's full attention and he pulls his head up to look at his boyfriend in the eyes.
Wooyoung's brows furrow slightly as he studies San's deeply troubled hazel eyes. "What is it? Should I be worried?" He immediately sits up in order to face him more comfortably.
San just chuckles and sits up a little by propping himself up on his elbows. "No" His smile was weak as his gaze falls down to the ring on his finger. He now uses his other hand to play with the good band, rolling it then pulling it up to his white finger joints before pushing it back down. Wooyoung follows his gaze to the ring.
"I'm sure you've probably noticed this ring by now?" He pulls it up and off his finger finally then places it on his palm. "It belonged to my father"
Wooyoung's eyes widen a little. Mostly due to the fact that San never talked about his father. As a matter of fact, Wooyoung hardly knew a thing about the guy. Whereas with San's mom that's all the half drow would talk about whenever the conversation of his family would come up.
"Your father? You mentioned you never knew him. How did you get the ring?" Wooyoung gently takes the ring from San's open palm. The metal was warm from San's body temperature. He ran his fingers over the smoothness of the band a couple times before his eyes caught an emblem engraved on the small object.
