Bloodsuckers | 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔬 𝔵 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔰

The Day.

Angelo, a mosquito of a man, his elegant hair swaying in the dusky breeze. Mortis, a man of the night, they met, it felt like destiny. Their eyes locked together as they got closer, hands brushing against each other. They seemed calm, contempt. Was it meant to be? Is it love at first sight?

Angelo smiled softly, his wings fluttering against Mortis. Mortis felt warm, warmer than a desert on a summer's breeze. Oh God, this shouldn't happen, should it? They get close, their noses barely touching as their lips smashed together, the moon smiling down upon the beautiful sight of love.

Being a Cupid comes with risks Angelo willing to take, falling in love was like pouring milk into cereal.

They visited regularly, their schedules full of small gentle dates. They were close, too close. The dating became fast, hugging turning into regular kissing.

As the darkness got lighter, they strolled upon the castle Mortis would rest in. It was a lovely dark color, built with the most strongest bricks.

"Oh, honey. This is slaying." Angelo exclaimed, holding Mortis's stiff shoulder. Mortis replied with a smile, nuzzling against Angelo sweetly.

"I try keep it as dark as possible, you see, I am a creature of the night!" Mortis said proudly, his hands on his own hips with pride.

"Ah, don't mind my roommate, he is not important right now, my prince of love." Mortis patted Angelo's delicate wings, fluttering in response.

As they entered the bats flew out as if a sandstorm hit, it was elegant, really. The castle dimmed with the tiniest source of light, only to lead the ways of the void.