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[YOON ♥ DAEHYUN]

This was dangerous right? Dangerous, stupid, foolhardy... A good word to use would be: male, but he wasn't as sexist as his parents had been. His mother had called males stupid, foolhardy and ignorant because oftentimes his father rushed into danger... and in the end that danger had gotten him and most of the family he knew slaughtered. And now what was he doing? Working for the very people who hated people like him, who hunted down those like him... those who were different, those who had more than human blood flowing through their veins.

Dark eyes narrowed as the slender figure almost disappeared into the shadows, only to reappear moments later metres from where he'd been. The shadows around him licked and teased at his skin, taunting him, tempting him to return to the darkness. Instead, he turned away, shoes scuffing the edges of the cliff as he stared out towards the ocean.

It was easier like this, being away from people, being alone... without anyone to harm or be harmed by. It was easier to think, easier to gather himself before he returned to the Holy Cross and pretended to be one of them in order to protect others who couldn't protect themselves. As it was, he'd almost been found out twice already, and had to stay away longer than necessary, leading agents to a group of demons he knew were causing trouble in order to swear them off his own trail.

It wasn't easy being what he was, being as old as he was and looking as young as he did. It wasn't easy because no one ever takes a teenager seriously. No one ever expects a pretty faced boy to be dark, to be death wrapped up in dark skin and sinful lips. Until it's too late.

But then, it's all part of his guise, of his makeup. To be seductive, sweet and sinful. To lure others into a false sense of security. It was one of the reasons he didn't get a lot of attention in the Holy Cross. He was beautiful. Many of the agents looked the other way for that fact... and he was a silvertongue, able to talk his way out of almost any situation.

But maybe he was tired of that, tired of being in the shadows. As if responding to him, said shadows crawled higher up his legs, curling into his thighs and drifting along his hips. Daehyun sighed low in his throat, eyes on the crashing waves as they kissed the jagged rocks below, eyes on the setting sun that stained the sky with reds and oranges and pinks. He needed to find a way back to civilization. Needed to find... a way to be normal.

Maybe all he needed was to work out who had followed him to the cliffs.

"I know you're there..." he murmured softly, his voice seductively deep as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans and leaned back, hips shifting to one side as he looked back towards the shadows of the forest. "You might as well come out. It can't be all that fun watching me alone in the dark."

[MARGO ♥ REINHART]

After moving to a completely a new place, something as grand as an island, one would think that the first thing a person would do was look around, say hi to people, and get to know the island better. Margo had no intention of doing that. After a day of straightening things out and unpacking, Margo wanted to do nothing else but write. That was usually the first thing she did after she gained a new experience. It calmed her and being a human, she felt like it was the only power she had; guiding words into beautiful lines in a way so graceful that it felt only natural to see those words together. So after a day of working and telling herself that she would write later, she did just that but not in her own dorm.

There was nothing more boring than writing a first entry in a room. Margo had to be somewhere, go places, and not sit in one spot. One of the reasons she was so willing to come to the island was because it would be completely new and Margo marveled and what ever her eyes had not seen before. So Margo, with her notebook and pen in her bag, decided that walking with no sense direction was the best way to go.

When she had reached the forest she did not falter. She was strangely attracted to it, knowing that the entire island was unknown to her but that the forest would be an entirely different unknown to her. The fact that it was dark didn't bother her, because, yes, it had been dark but not dark enough to completely cancel out her vision. As long as she could see, even if it was a little, Margo didn't care what she was doing. Or how dangerous it would be.

When she heard the crashes of the waves against the island's side, like a grand orchestra, Margo smiled and walked towards the sound. The smell of the ocean tickled the inside of her nose and she decided that the first place she would write would be in the dark on a cliff. Seemed unique enough.
But sadly it looked like she wasn't the only one who thought the cliff was a nice place to be at night.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Margo's eyes were set on the man just ahead of her. Margo was usually one to not care about others and she would have normally sat down where she had planned to and start writing, but this was different from all the other times--all the other normal times. She had to remind herself that not everyone was human, especially on the island. Margo was aware of supernaturals but was still not aware enough to know them. She didn't belong on the island and inside she was scared that the island was the last place she would ever see, but that didn't stop her from coming. Something had still brought her to the island.

The man didn't do anything. He just stood there and looked out to the ocean. Frowning and finally giving up, Margo turned around to leave just in time for a silk voice to slither into her hearing range. She turned back around and looked at the boy from within the shadows in annoyance and was too annoyed by his comment to have noticed how handsome he looked.

Letting out a breath, Margo stepped out from the shadows to make herself present. She hadn't walked too far, just enough so that he would be able to see her. A couple of steps back and she would have been dipped in darkness again. "I wasn't watching you," She said in clear and bothered, yet feathery voice. "But if I had been I would have to say that it would be very boring."

She looked away from him, looking towards the water. She had been right in choosing the cliff--the mood it created, the breeze, the sound of the water--it was all very hard to resist. She had to quickly remind herself that she was not alone and finally looked back to the man. "You can call it finding out that someone else had the same idea to come to the cliff when she wanted so desperately to be alone, but you can't call it watching." Again, she didn't notice how handsome the man was or just how dark his eyes were. If she took her time to look at his eyes maybe she would have realized she was not talking to a human and would have lightened her tone.

Maybe.

[YOON ♥ DAEHYUN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] yoon daehyun "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Daehyun stilled for a moment, his eyes dragging over the shadows until he realized. The lack of power from the figure, the lack of any sort of magical essence, and the smell... He was talking to a human, one of the rare few who seemed to make it to the island of Elysian to study. Pressing full lips into a thin line, he forced back the chuckle that had been about to spill from his mouth at her words, and shook her head. "Interesting. You've certainly got a lot of spunk," he murmured, his gaze taking her in carefully as she stepped into the light, before he snapped two fingers with a low 'click' and vanished into the shadows. The shadows around her morphed and spun, and he smirked as he leaned out of the darkness behind her, his eyes full of playful mirth. "Especially when you haven't a clue of who you're being rude to." Of course, he'd never hurt a human, nor any of the other supernatural creatures that roamed Elysian - except for maybe the faeries if they pissed him off, or the vampires... he couldn't stand vampires - but sometimes he had a reputation to uphold. Being a demon meant being unsociable and usually 'growly' at the other races, including humans. His father, on the other hand, had been more of the sort to disembowel rude mortals who spoke back to him in a tone that he didn't agree with. Daehyun had never shared his dislike, but it was always a fun thing to tease with. "Well, if you're looking for an apology for my getting here first and ruining your chance to be alone... you won't find one. There are plenty of places you could go, other sections of the cliff side you could sit at... I assume you're new, yes? Otherwise you'd know very well to not just approach a random person with the hopes they won't rip your stomach out of your belly..." The look he gave her this time as he stepped past her and crossed back to where he'd first been was dark, and playful, and he hoped she caught the teasing in his words because... if she complained to anyone - like Alexander - he'd be annoyed to have to explain it was all a big joke. Huffing under his breath, he dropped down on the rocks, fingers digging into the cool surface as he leaned back and let his legs dangle over the edge. "If you really want... I'll stay quiet and let you be 'desperately alone' for as long as you like..." the male's voice deepened again at that, and he glanced up once at her, dark eyes peering through equally dark bangs before he turned away to stare out across the ocean again. Tags: margo | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[MARGO ♥ REINHART]

Margo kept a staid expression when the man had suddenly snapped his fingers and ended up behind her. She jumped a little at it, but refused to show any other signs of surprise. In her head she complained, telling herself that she should have known and didn't say anything when he said she had some spunk. Her eyebrow went up, maybe a little satisfied with the comment.

"Who I'm being rude to?" She asked, whirling around to face him and finally some surprise was shown in her expression. He was handsome and his eyes were dark, an opaque dark. He was a demon. Margo made a face, a little confused but interested at the same time. She had never seen a demon before. She knew the basics on them, but she never met one before.

As he went on about how he was going to apologize and about how she must have been new, Margo rolled her eyes. She was sure he saw it and she didn't mind that he did. He already knew that she was rude, changing it now would only show weakness, a kind of submission to the fact he was much more powerful than her. Margo had never been one to let fear get in her way, in fact she rarely feared anything. Supernaturals didn't scare her one bit, unless she saw one ripping a person to pieces with lots of blood and...Margo felt sick thinking about it. Other than that, Margo didn't treat them any different than she treated others.

"I don't want your apology. An a apology is just a bunch of words, useless without any action." Her theory on apologies had come from her dislike towards werewolves. "I am new and I very well know what could happen to me." Her green eyes held a spark of confidence and courage, following him as he moved. "Ripping out my stomach wouldn't be so bad." She said, noting the playfulness of his words and with a smirk, a shrug and a pat of her flat stomach said, "What girl wouldn't be thrilled at the thought of going down another dress size?"

She was glad he was nice enough to say that he would agree to being quiet and made her way to the cliff a few feet away from him. She stared out at the ocean for a moment closed her air, letting the cold air hit her and blow her hair back over her shoulder. It felt nice, but it almost reminded her that she was alone. The lonely wind. Frowning she opened her eyes and looked down. She had standing on the very edge, if the demon was an asshole and shoved her down she would have been long gone. She sat down, letting her legs swing over the edge as she took her notebook out of her bag and started to write.

She did that silently for a while completely lost in thought and stopped, spinning the pen between her fingers, thinking about what she was to write when suddenly her pen slipped and fell over the edge. "Seriously?" She whispered, almost throwing her self over the edge, looking down to see if she really had just chucked the only pencil she brought with her into the dark water.

Sighing and groaning a little, Margo fell back and stared up at the dark sky. In all truth, when Margo was writing, she was writing to her dead parents indirectly. It was her way of saying to them that she was okay. Well, her way of saying she was okay was somewhere in the ocean taking a swim. She looked over to the demon and it finally occurred to her that he was here for a reason.

Looking back up to the stars she wondered if it was okay when she asked, "Why are you here?" The question was so simple, but so personal. Just one question with so many different answers. Her reason had been obvious, but now that he reason was gone she couldn't help but be curious. She only hoped curiosity spared the cat.