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The snow fell lazily across the land.
Even as thick clouds curtained the sky and covered the sun, you could still trace the rays that escaped past the cracks, something that should keep your parasol open if you felt like it.
That was where Noy currently stands.
Waiting in the royal garden, letting the winter wind brush past his flame-projected body like gentle caresses, his entire self protected under an intricately knitted parasol that matched his current clothes for the day. Befitting of a Snezhnayan noble of his upbringing.
Yet he wasn't there to witness the snow falling, he was waiting for someone.
“There you are.”
Major Valeriy’s boots could be heard crunching the snowy pavement behind the fae. Noy turned around, flashing an indulgent smile at his dear friend that had shown great effort in finding him. Ah dear Valeriy.
“You have found me, Sir Valeriy,” Noy said before spinning his parasol as he cocked his head playfully, “I didn't mean to disappear from the party, believe me.”
“I believe you,” Valeriy responded as he stood beside the fae, his breathing creating a cloud of smoke under the cold air while snow began to pepper his heavy coat, “it was stuffy back there.”
Noy snorted rather inelegantly, “you always disliked parties. What makes you change your mind I wonder?”
“Never ever,” Valeriy smirked, which was amusing because today he chose to come just so he could talk to Noy. The two had found some nice company with each other after the two accidentally knocked at one another back at the train station.
… And how the other man witnessed Noy’s skin burning under the sun.
“Speaking of which, have you eaten, Noy?” Valeriy asked as his left hand fidgeted behind him, “it's way past lunch.”
“I’m fine,” Noy shook his head, “although …”
The red-headed fae stepped closer into Valeriy’s space, hands gripping the handle of his parasol as his red eyes scanned the other man with intent, “I do feel quite parched …”
Valeriy let his shoulders fall before a sigh escaped from his lips, “you didn't bring any blood packets with you?”
“I drank them all,” Noy replied with a slight pout, “come now Val …” he pleaded slightly combined with putting the most convincing puppy eyes in front of the man.
Well, not that this was something uncommon.
“Make it quick.”
Valeriy made quick work on pulling off his left glove, before he pushed the hem of his sleeve slightly up revealing the black tight undershirt he was wearing; which he then pulled up to reveal his wrist alongside veins under his flesh pumping up blood.
Noy grasping the Major's wrist delicately, befitting of a man of his standing, he hummed in satisfaction as he smelled the succulent blood under the other man's skin, before he opened his mouth—two elongated fangs glinting to let them quickly pierce flesh.
Valeriy felt no pain as this wasn't something that would bother him, though he was feeling kind of out of place as the fae had his fill. So, he stared up at the sky, watching the birds fly overhead and the snow that continued to fall … something he’d do to let his mind wander.
Though he didn't space out for long, as Noy finally unlatched his mouth from his glorified snack before grinning at Valeriy with his lips painted red, “all done. See? Quick and efficient.”
The other man huffed amusingly, he pulled his wrist from the vampiric fae to fetch a handkerchief from under his coat pocket, “messy eater,” he grumbled light-heartedly as he cleaned his friend’s lips clean from his own blood, “you’d suck me off dry before I even realize it.”
“But I have, haven't I my dear?” Noy shot back with a cheeky wink, enjoying how that spectacular red dusting the usually cold faced Major.
“We are not in that stage, Noy!” He exclaimed exasperatedly, earning him a laugh from the fae.
“I meant the blood drinking one, Val.”
…
“You were implying something.”
“May or may not.”
Now feeling very energized, Noy tossed his parasol behind him before phasing away from the Major, appearing in a flurry of red flames as he artfully caught his sun protector like a proud show-off. He turned back to Valeriy with mischief in his eyes, “let's go far away from this stuffy place, Val.”
Valeriy raised an eyebrow, “you're telling me to abandon my duty for today.”
“I’m only offering,” the fae offered his hand to the other man, his red locks blowing softly in the wind, “you can always walk away.”
Valeriy pondered for a moment, before deciding by grabbing the redhead’s hand, “just this once.”
“Good! It's great to wind down after a long day.”
Valeriy sprinted across the frosted halls of the opera house. There was another ambush. And his men were telling him they were targeting a certain fae.
The Major had stormed each and every private room—trying everything in his power to find him.
Dear Tsaritsa, do not let anything happen to him.
Adrenaline covered that familiar feeling of tiredness that he should be feeling from searching and sending the entire opera house up a storm, he could hear blood rushing in his ears and the rapid beating of his heart.
“NOY?!”
He opened the last door.
There stood the red-headed fae surrounded by bodies badly mangled. His usually pristine coat dyed with blood that almost matched the shade of his hair that was loose from the usual silk ribbon he’d usually wear. Upon hearing his name, the fae turned to peer from his shoulders, crimson eyes mad.
“Noy …”
Yet the Major wasn't afraid. He closed the door shut without any sound, his feet brought him closer to the fae, walking so slowly like approaching a scared animal.
Yet his breath was stolen as he was suddenly tackled into the carpeted floor, his hands quickly found purchase on Noy’s trim waist as the fae towered over him, red hair spilling like blood wine he would indulge without care.
“You would do anything for me, won't you Val?”
Valeriy couldn't look away from the magnificent sight. How his own eyes stared straight into blown out crimsons that kept his stare pinned deep.
“... I will.”
The maddened fae giggled before his right hand moved to lovingly caress the Major’s cheek like a lover would—or that was how Valeriy had foolishly thought.
“My dear partner …” Noy rasped, his right hand resting at the other man’s cheek, “don't leave me, Valeriy.”
Noy’s face inched closer, until Valeriy could smell and taste the metal tang from the slaughter, yet his eyes stayed just where it was; gazing into those mesmerising reds. He almost didn't register the next words being uttered.
“Promise?”
Valeriy swallowed thickly, oh … he might have found something far more worthy to worship.
“Promise.”