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hg? vampire layhan for my other sort of lay anon n_n

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The sun was rising.

The sun was always rising, depending on where you were or how you looked at things, but at this very moment, the sun was rising in such a way that there was no time to run or hide. The first rays had yet to peek over the edge of the world, but the colour of the sky had warmed from the cool safety of stars and darkness. It was an easy signal that death, for them, of a more permanent source was on the horizon.

Things had gone wrong. Of course they had gone wrong, or this wouldn't have happened. They would have been safely hidden for the day, far from the sun's deathly rays. They'd argued - or rather, Yixing had argued, and Lu Han had stood there, as if Yixing's words had meant nothing to him. And then he'd lost his cool. Yixing, who had never struck anyone while he was alive, snarled and lashed out. He'd pulled his fist back, and before he could hold it back, swung straight at Lu Han's face.

Lu Han had simply caught his wrist in his hand.

"Stop." It was the first word he'd said since Yixing had called him a cold-blooded monster who'd never loved or been loved in life or death. His fingers had been a vice around Yixing's wrist - a little more, and it would have snapped. But it didn't snap. He let go, and Yixing had jerked his arm back.

"I'm—" he'd started apologising, but Lu Han had fixed him with a look that would have stopped his breathing, if he was still alive.

A single word hadn't passed by them since then, and now the sun was rising, and they were in a graveyard. A fitting place to die. Again.

Yixing stood awkwardly aside as Lu Han ripped the lid off a coffin, dumping aside the previous inhabitants. He looked away.

"Get in." Lu Han crouched next to the hole.

Yixing hesitated. "What about you?"

Lu Han scoffed, turning his head. "There's no time to open another. Now get in."

Yixing bowed his head. He was right. He was usually right. Without another word, he leapt in, stretching himself to his full length. He pressed himself to one side, resisting the urge to curl his knees to his chest. They wouldn't fit like that.

Within moments, Lu Han had jumped in after him, their bodies pressed side to side in the tight space. There was a thump, and then came blessed darkness as the lid was pulled shut.

The sound of heartbeats and rushing blood was oddly missing. Despite the darkness, Yixing had his eyes squeezed closed. The last time he'd been this close to another human being—no, not a human. They were no longer human.

"I'm sorry."

Yixing started—he hadn't meant to say that? But that had been Lu Han's voice. Which meant, that had been Lu Han.

In the cramped space meant for one, there wasn't much room to turn around. It took a few tries, and when he managed, Lu Han's back was to him. His back gave nothing away.

"Why?" Yixing said anyway. "I was the one who was wrong."

Lu Han shifted, his clothes brushing against Yixing's arms. "You're still young," he said. "I forget what it was like to be young."

"You're not old," Yixing blurted out before he could stop himself.

Lu Han burst out in loud, choking laughter. "I'm 400 years old and I'm not old?" he said. "How old is old?"

"Um," Yixing hesitated. "I don't know."

There was no response, and the two of them lapsed into silence. They lay very still, as if they were dead, without even a heartbeat to disturb in movement.

They'd been feeding. Lu Han had caught them, a couple kissing in an alley. He'd bit them both, and tossed one of them to Yixing, as if he were so much livestock. They might as well have been, Lu Han had said. Yixing had swallowed his words at the time. He still wasn't sure why he hadn't swallowed them deeper - maybe it was simply the straw that had broken the camel's back. One too many things to swallow, one drop too much for the dam to hold back, and that had been enough for it to burst through brick and mortar, a deluge so strong and swift that not even Atlas himself could have held it back.

"I'm sorry, too," Yixing said. It was quiet even in the silence. It should have been loud, but instead, his words were swallowed by the wood that engulfed them. By the darkness that enshrouded them.

Lu Han hummed something low in his throat. This, Yixing could feel. It worked its way through the millimeters of space between them and through his limbs, as if the sound itself had taken on a life of its own. Agreement or acceptance or something else altogether - Yixing didn't know. Couldn't know.

Yifan.

Yixing hasn't thought about Yifan in years. He shouldn't start now. Yet, as one of Lu Han's legs cross over his, Yifan is the one who crosses his mind. The bed had been large, then. Yet they'd still pressed together as if the world had shrunk around them, and they were its limits.

When Yifan had died, Yixing thought that he'd died too. Only, he hadn't. Leaving and being left behind - the only difference was who was breathing, and who was not.

And that was when he'd met Lu Han.

"You want death," Lu Han had said. His eyes had bored holes into him, and even then, Yixing had felt his heart stop. "I can give you something more."

"I don't want it," Yixing had said. He'd turned away. He only wanted one thing, and that was Yifan back.

But Lu Han had had other ideas. "But I want you," he'd said, and like that, the matter had been taken out of his hands.

How many years ago had that been now? He'd lost track. It was enough for him to have lost track.

It was enough for—

"You're all I have," Lu Han said. It was so quiet that at first, Yixing wondered if he'd heard it at all. But Lu Han reached his hand back, and, as if in a memory, Yixing met it with his own fingers.

Words caught in his throat. Instead, he tightened his grip, curling Lu Han's fingers in his own.

Soon, the sun would fall. This was only until then.

And between the two, there was still eternity to live through. And eternity, well, eternity was a long, long time.

Re: hg? vampire layhan for my other sort of lay anon n_n

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Re: hg? vampire layhan for my other sort of lay anon n_n

[(Anonymous)]

;~; you actually wrote it ;~~~;

ugh, lay lashing out, i've wanted this since forever u__u and being upset more on someone else's? behalf than on his own, ofc he would ;;

a cold-blooded monster who'd never loved or been loved in life or death ouch, that probably hit hard haha, reminds me of that meme discussion that said layhan would know what to say to hurt each other the most u__u and luhan almost threatening to snap his wrist but not and then apologizing ;; #1 most stubborn luhan apologizing, he must really care for lay a lot ;; (but also not really admitting that he's wrong and just blaming it on lay's lack of age/experience instead lol u_u)

also luhan turned away, sighs, your luhan is everything i love ;~; kind of immature and wanting affection in ways, but also jaded and having learned to be independent, because he's had to

and just, sighs at krislayhan forever tragic, sighs at your writing and the way you describe the sun rising and layhan together in the coffin, sighs at u sighs at everything