[ The fire is distinguished, the shadow that formed itself into Dohwa stabs it's pincer into Lavi's torso without any hesitation. It's driven into him, and he can hear and smell flesh being torn through until she's successfully pierced through to the other side.
Her face is impassive, if a bit surprised, as the shadow itself slowly slinks back for Lavi to drop down onto the stage.
Junhyeong only gives himself a moment to breathe before he's moving; the realization hitting him like a truck. The second that solid sound of Lavi's body dropping reaches him he knows it's over -- another person, who he tried so hard to keep at a distance, has died. Someone that he's made the terrible mistake of giving an inch of who and what he is before it all slips past his fingers.
Junhyeong, honey.
It's his mother's voice again.
He stands above Lavi, taking note of his body, and the fact that it looks so peaceful. Seating both knees on either side of the fallen man's waist before he stares, hands moving to grab him by the throat; instinctive. ]
You bastard... You --
I wish I never spoke a word to you.
[ And with that, before Lavi can die in peace, he leans forward and sinks teeth and fangs into his jugular. Digging into flesh until there's a splash of blood that coats his tongue, running down his own throat as he puuuuuuuuuulls muscle and flesh clean off.
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Her face is impassive, if a bit surprised, as the shadow itself slowly slinks back for Lavi to drop down onto the stage.
Junhyeong only gives himself a moment to breathe before he's moving; the realization hitting him like a truck. The second that solid sound of Lavi's body dropping reaches him he knows it's over -- another person, who he tried so hard to keep at a distance, has died. Someone that he's made the terrible mistake of giving an inch of who and what he is before it all slips past his fingers.
Junhyeong, honey.
It's his mother's voice again.
He stands above Lavi, taking note of his body, and the fact that it looks so peaceful. Seating both knees on either side of the fallen man's waist before he stares, hands moving to grab him by the throat; instinctive. ]
You bastard... You --
I wish I never spoke a word to you.
[ And with that, before Lavi can die in peace, he leans forward and sinks teeth and fangs into his jugular. Digging into flesh until there's a splash of blood that coats his tongue, running down his own throat as he puuuuuuuuuulls muscle and flesh clean off.
Why did you ever think that you'd be happy? ]