The smirk that played against Ahn-Bo’s lips did nothing to quell the anger rising in Jin’s personality. Where before he’d been restless and cagey, with an instinctive need to do or see or act on impulse, now he had something to channel that wildness into. A passing irritation that normally might have caused him to pout and sulk for a bit before moving on had turned into an overt display. And Jin couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.
After the fact, he would think about the way he’d nearly bashed his brother’s skull into the wall behind them with the intensity of their bruising kiss. They would be lucky that there was no lasting damage— but right now, all Jin could think about was getting the anger out. Off. Away. As Ahn-Bo himself peeled back and made to grab him, something in Jin’s magic sparked dangerously.
The pressure of familiar hands holding him in such a way was at once alarming and comforting, though Jin didn’t have the presence of mind to process it much. He knew inherently that Ahn-Bo would never hurt him, not on purpose, but he was too distracted by his own needs to care a lick either way. The sparks tingling between his fingers were a warning and Jin sucked in a breath as he balled his hands into fists. He needed to calm down but nothing in Ahn-Bo’s response made it at all likely.
"Shall I pluck their eyes from their heads and bring them to you?"
“Ne!” The answer was immediate and deliberate, hateful even, as something flashed behind his expression. He'd keep them in a jar in that big empty room of his, a measly consolation prize from the unsuspecting. You’re a werewolf. Make yourself useful for once! The words were on the tip of his tongue, furious and spiteful, and if Jin had been at all practiced in legilimency, they might have even seeped through he was so hellbent. But something in Ahn-Bo’s expression, still slightly playful, kept him at bay. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to win.
(Win what? Some cruel game of torture? He'd be no better than their Abeoji then.)
Jin could feel the anger morphing into something dark, touching a part of him he usually kept under lock and key. It too was dangerous and when weilded without the restraint of his usual inhibitions, he didn’t know what would happen. So, rather than risking it, he leaned into the other warring urge at the base of his spine. Tongue dropping out of his mouth, Jin licked his lower lip slowly and intentionally. He didn’t have the wherewithal to rip out of his brother’s grasp but he damn well knew how to break it. Panting a soft sound and narrowing his gaze, the half-vampire smirked. “Bite me,” he challenged. Naleul mulda.
I dare you.
After the fact, he would think about the way he’d nearly bashed his brother’s skull into the wall behind them with the intensity of their bruising kiss. They would be lucky that there was no lasting damage— but right now, all Jin could think about was getting the anger out. Off. Away. As Ahn-Bo himself peeled back and made to grab him, something in Jin’s magic sparked dangerously.
The pressure of familiar hands holding him in such a way was at once alarming and comforting, though Jin didn’t have the presence of mind to process it much. He knew inherently that Ahn-Bo would never hurt him, not on purpose, but he was too distracted by his own needs to care a lick either way. The sparks tingling between his fingers were a warning and Jin sucked in a breath as he balled his hands into fists. He needed to calm down but nothing in Ahn-Bo’s response made it at all likely.
"Shall I pluck their eyes from their heads and bring them to you?"
“Ne!” The answer was immediate and deliberate, hateful even, as something flashed behind his expression. He'd keep them in a jar in that big empty room of his, a measly consolation prize from the unsuspecting. You’re a werewolf. Make yourself useful for once! The words were on the tip of his tongue, furious and spiteful, and if Jin had been at all practiced in legilimency, they might have even seeped through he was so hellbent. But something in Ahn-Bo’s expression, still slightly playful, kept him at bay. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to win.
(Win what? Some cruel game of torture? He'd be no better than their Abeoji then.)
Jin could feel the anger morphing into something dark, touching a part of him he usually kept under lock and key. It too was dangerous and when weilded without the restraint of his usual inhibitions, he didn’t know what would happen. So, rather than risking it, he leaned into the other warring urge at the base of his spine. Tongue dropping out of his mouth, Jin licked his lower lip slowly and intentionally. He didn’t have the wherewithal to rip out of his brother’s grasp but he damn well knew how to break it. Panting a soft sound and narrowing his gaze, the half-vampire smirked. “Bite me,” he challenged. Naleul mulda.
I dare you.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.