"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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The day draws on and San had initially decided to just stay in Wooyoung's room till the the prince got back but he figured since he basically had the day to himself he might as well get comfortable.
He basically went on a little outfit haul in Wooyoung's large bedroom, testing out a few of the fancy looking outfits he thought looked nice. He knew that each one was probably tailored from some expensive material that he'd most likely never heard of.
He ran his fingers across the soft black velvet of a bathroom robe he'd found draped over the small round cushioned stool in the corner of the clothing lined closet. He loved how everything in there smelled like Wooyoung. He brought the robe just under his nose and inhaled deeply. Lavender oil and cinnamon...
After a few seconds of contemplation he finally decided to take a much needed shower and how could he not take the opportunity to wear the velvet garment and sashay around the room like he was royalty?
"Go clean my room you peasant..." He says with a posh accent to no one in particular then bursts out laughing at himself. "Ridiculous"
The time in the shower was long and almost meditative. He wasn't sure how long he stood under the warm water waterfall pouring out of the shower head. He just spent most of the time thinking. Thinking about his plan with Sehyoon. What you outcome would be like? If the plan would even work?
More importantly, he thought about his future with Wooyoung. If they even had a future together. He knew deep down that whatever was going on between them was basically like treason to the highest order and therefore they just couldn't be but part of him didn't care.
Maybe a part of him even wanted to stay in Naex. To stay with Wooyoung... forever.
That part was something he knew he had to suppress because that would be impossible. He can't stay here. This isn't his home, Lloth is. And he had to go back to Lloth no matter what...
He runs his hands over his wet platinum colored hair, slicking it back and allowing the water to run down his face. His eyes shut and pink lips pressed in a relaxed line. Fuck, I didn't think things would turn out this way... he thinks to himself.
After his long shower he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, while absentmindedly drying his wet hair with a smaller towel. He looks up and yelps in surprise when he sees he wasn't alone in the room.
"Sehyoon, Jesus.. you nearly gave me a heart attack" He gasps, his hand on his chest. The drow disguised as a vampire who had been standing by the window and looking out at the city of bloodsuckers turns around to meet San's startled expression.
"Took you long enough. At one point I contemplated going in there and dragging you out myself" Sehyoon rolls his eyes playfully. "Anyways, there's been a change of plans. We have to wait a bit longer..."
