by the end of it all

Bak Haneul. Vampire. Wanderer. Master.

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Han made it a habit to check up on business partners. Partially out of good practice but also out of enjoyment. Some of them always seemed to get so nervous when he came around. Others often granted him with a gift or two and he could hardly resist something such as a gift. When he’d come to the island, Haneul had made it a mission to buy what he could from the buildings on the island and he’d been leasing them out to those who saw fit to try their hand at some novel business idea.

One of his favorites happened to be a bakery. He certainly did enjoy walking in and smelling the sweetness. It almost reminded him of his favorite human. Almost. But alas, today was not purely business needs. No, he sought after something delicious and to make friendly conversation with the owner of the baker. “Oh, Alastair,” Han sang out as he waltz in with no mind to current customers. “Are you hiding somewhere back there?” @patissieralastair​

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traitcravenxe​:

The corners of Nic’s lips twisted upward slightly as she watched him roll his eyes. Gotcha. “I understand art, I appreciate it – that one, it’s a flop.” she’d always enjoyed messing around with his nerves when it came to his paintings – not because she wanted to make him angry, he just looked cute whenever he was annoyed. “A Salvador Dali would look much better, if you ever plan on redecorating.”

Nicole was quick to chug down half of that glass, feeling much more at ease now that she finally had some alcohol into her system. Setting it down on the counter next to herself, she was tempted.. oh so tempted to just swat Haneul’s hand away. But, then, she also liked it. Yes, despite everything, she still very much enjoyed the way his touch felt against her skin. “I don’t know. Honestly, I have no idea what you could do to make me possibly forgive you and put it past us.” 

It was reminiscent of the good old days with Nicolette questioning the artwork in his home. He could think of two other pieces upstairs that were new additions she’d likely have a word or two to say about. But, she did have a point on the Salvador Dali front. Perhaps he’d have to reach out to his art contacts and see what he could dig up to add to his collection.

Haneul sipped at his wine as he watched her, trying to figure out what her next words would be or her next move. As much time as he had spent with her, there were still occasions when she managed to catch him by surprise. But he adored that about her... a never-ending game he could never grow tired of no matter the outcome. “Then that just means we’ll have to spend out time day by day to learn what it will take for you to forgive me.” Han took a long sip from his wine before he set the glass down, straightening up to look Nicolette in the eyes. “I truly am sorry but i know those words will do nothing. So for now, how about we just have some fun, hm? A game, perhaps? You always did enjoy our games.”

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Han always had a taste for the luxurious life. He couldn’t help himself after he’d found a foundation and learned just how beautiful life could be with the added benefits. Whether it was expensive clothes, expensive wine, or just the beauty of doing whatever he wanted - Han enjoyed every second of it. And starting up a bit of chaos at the same time? That was always where the real fun came into play. Haneul never liked when life would get boring - those dull moments quickly turned around to keep himself and everyone else on their toes.

The best part was having others around who enjoyed the same thing and perhaps that’s why Han found good company in Skye. Those who could understand and didn’t bother to try to lecture him otherwise. Where was the fun in being plain and boring? Most people had to suffer that fate - Han did not.

“So tell me, what have you been getting yourself into as of late? I’m sure you have some fun stories to tell.” @mistressxskye

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traitcravenxe​:

Before she knew it, or could do anything about it, an amused huff escaped her. Funny how the conversation made her want to  have a drink, herself. Or maybe the whole damned bottle. 

Walking into his home was.. an experience. So different and yet so alike every other time. There was a certain sense of familiarity hanging around in the air as she made her way to the kitchen, hopping on the counter – a habit she had developed a long time ago. 

“You should really consider replacing that one. It’s still ugly as sin.” Consider this Nicolette’s poor attempt at changing the subject. Though, she had really always disliked this particular painting she was aggressively pointing her finger at. “It doesn’t even match anything.” 

Something about his house felt different but Nic couldn’t point her finger on it just yet. It definitely wasn’t the damn paintings – all of them were still there. Some of which were really beautiful – others, well not so much. 

Watching him pour himself a glass, Nicolette leaned her head back against the kitchen wall. 

“I take it back, I’ll have the damned drink.” 

 Han looked over his shoulder at the painting in question, rolling his eyes when he realized which one she had pointed out. Not surprising. “You just don’t understand art. I’ve told you so many times that it’s a masterpiece.” They all were, each with their own story and their own beautiful aura to them. Something about art had always made him happy. Perhaps it was his life-long wish to have been an artist. Maybe it was just the stories themselves. Either way, he couldn’t resist filling his house with paintings.

He didn’t paused in getting her a glass – picked up another wine glass and poured Nicolette a drink. Drinking wouldn’t help either of them but Haneul couldn’t help but feel like they both needed it if they were going to get through the day. At least one. Turning around, Han handed the glass out to Nicolette as he took a sip from his own.

When his hand was empty again, he reached his hand out to try to graze his fingers along her leg. “What would it take for you to forgive me?”

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traitcravenxe​:

She didn’t, but then, she also did. 

No easy way to describe the way Nicolette was feeling – an inner turmoil and conflict she’d never dealt with before. Especially not when dealing with Haneul. There had been a blinding trust between them, at least on her end, that made this so hard to believe. 

“Yeah, I’m sure you find it hard to process.”

At this point, Nic wasn’t even being sarcastic anymore. Sighing deeply, the wolf simply stared out the road at all of the places she used to pass by when she was still her own person, places she used to have fun in.

What she’d done, she didn’t regret. The good, the bad. Haneul. She didn’t, fundamentally, regret any of it. Trying to kill that witch. “I’d do it again, you know.”  the words had been uttered almost in a whisper, but the vampire sure could have heard them, fingernail tapping against the window glass – a nervous tick. 

She was talking about all of it, not just what had been the ultimate catalyst to her downfall. Though, she didn’t tell Han anything else. Nicolette wouldn’t have changed a fucking thing, except maybe she wouldn’t have made that call, she wouldn’t have so blindly trusted him. 

He didn’t doubt her words. After knowing Nicolette for as long as he has and how close they had been, he knew well enough that he would be an idiot to think otherwise. If the clock could rewind, her steps would follow the same path. Funny how that had been something he’d loved so much about her: the ability to stick so strongly to her actions and words.

“I had my reasons, Nic.”

The words weren’t uttered for her benefit. It was uttered to convince himself of his own actions. At the time, he’d had selfish reasons and there would be no chance to go back and change them. Although, that offered up the question as to whether or not he would do it differently. Would he have done the same or helped Nicolette?

Haneul’s scared to know the answer.

He pulled into the driveway of his home as he pressed the button to open the garage so he could park inside of it. Strange to think he hasn’t had anyone else at his home since everything happened with Nicolette. It hadn’t felt right and it took a very long time than he’d like to admit for him to clean up the mess he’d made of the home.

Unfortunately, he’s sure Nic wouldn’t miss the number of missing pieces from his home.

“Come on, I need a drink,” Han muttered as he opened up the car door and got out, shutting it behind him. With the garage door shut, he opened the door into the house, walking down the hall and straight into the kitchen.

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traitcravenxe·:

Maybe Nicolette was being a little unreasonable in her quest to give Haneul hell – in all honesty, it felt like the one who was getting hell was her. It was just so damn hard to be around him, after all that happened, even after all the while that had passed. 

Clenching her jaw, the wold did agree to get in the car, though. 

“ If you would stop asking me questions like the way I feel about you, or what I think about all of this, then maybe you wouldn’t be dealing with this type of reactions.” Her eyes were focused on the road ahead of them.

 “I don’t want to drink wine and reminisce about the old times, I don’t want to remember the habits that I fell into with you. I’m trying to achieve the opposite here, grow out of them and forget they ever existed, okay?!”

Haneul was happy to at least have her in the car. That made it much easier to get to his place. It did not make matters between the two of them much easier considering now they were in close quarters. Not only was it hard to deny the urge to pull over, reach out, and just take her, but it was hard to combat the anger that boiled inside of him. Anger at himself. Anger at her. Anger at the whole situation. If she had just not tried to kill that damn witch, none of this would have happened.

But he also should have known. How many times did he listen to her ramblings about power here in the city? How many times did he actually entertain her wishful thoughts with ideas and possibilities.

He didn’t say anything as he drove, letting her words swim around in his mind. Grow out of those memories and feelings. Forget they ever existed. It had never occurred to him that he would have hurt her to the point where she would want such a thing.

You fucked up.

“You don’t really want that, Nicolette.”

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traitcravenxe·:

“No?” a dead, void smile toyed over Nicolette’s lips as she continued to look at him, her gaze not wavering in the slightest. “And what was it that you thought when you decided to do that? – What did you think it would be?”

“You can do whatever you want, Han. It’s not my place to tell you not to.” 

She, however, hadn’t seen his question coming and it had caught her off guard. Did she truly hate him? No. She didn’t hate him. No matter how much she wished that she did – things would have been much simpler. She was disappointed, angered, felt betrayed, broken – but Nic still loved him, that hadn’t changed at all. 

“I hate that you chose to throw us into the gutter.”

That was as much as Nic was willing to share on the topic. Breaking her hand away from his, the wolf sped up towards his place, keeping herself a couple of feet away from the vampire. Her heart was beating way too fast. 

He did make that decision. And the worst part about it that he couldn’t tell her was that he hadn’t hesitated to do it. It was far too much in his basic instinct to protect himself. A shit excuse to not be able to even protect her. He prayed that no one had looked to them and said I want to be like them. They would be very mistaken in that desire.

“Fucking hell,” Han muttered as he shut the door and looked between the car and Nicolette. Going around, he got into the driver’s side with a string of curses following.

He was certainly not silent in peeling out from the parking lot and getting over to Nic, slowing down to a crawl as he rolled down the window.

“Nicolette. Get in the damn car, please? If you could do one thing for me today, just please get in the car. I will park it here and chase after if I really have to.”

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traitcravenxe·:

It wasn’t a development by any means – Nicolette still drank. She just didn’t want to drink around him, or with him. Of course, she had conveniently left that detail out. “Oh, don’t you worry.” in the flash of a moment, she turned to the side, inches away from him – looking up into his eyes with a look that screamed nothing but ‘murder’. “I remember everything about the old times — it’s doing wonders helping me realize just how monumental your final move was.” 

Losing grip of her own control wasn’t what the wolf was going for here – being in Haneul’s presence.. with a drink or two on board.. keeping a distance probably wasn’t going to be possible. A sigh escaped her at his last comment. 

“I’m not going to drink and potentially get drunk around you. We both know I will end up doing something that you don’t deserve.” Honesty was the best policy – and she didn’t feel like sugarcoating it either. – Even though, she might have wanted to press her lips against his. It was just better if she didn’t, right?

The look in her eyes was enough to make Han realized, once again, how royally he’d fucked up. He couldn’t admit that to her, couldn’t say those words. What good would it even do him to tell her such things? She wouldn’t believe him anyway. But it was clear by the look in her eyes that the damage done would not be repaired with a mere glass of wine and some sweet talking. As much as he might have hoped.

“I don’t think it was very final, if I must say...” he said with a huff. “But I suppose the wine can be taken off the table. As long as you don’t mind if I have my own glass.”

He moved to continued making his way back, but there was something different in Han now. The clouded gaze in his eyes, the nervousness in him that he did his best to hide. Maybe he had been delusional to think that it wouldn’t have been that bad. He’d thought she would have understood.

Outside, Han opened up the passenger side door to his car. Just like old times. “Do you really hate me, Nic?”

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traitcravenxe·:

Nicole’s eyes were still narrowed, she knew she couldn’t afford letting him off the hook that easily. But, she had accepted to be taken out – not like she truly had any choice in the matter anymore. The wolf was reluctant to take his hand at first – it had been a while since she had felt the softness of his skin and she didn’t know what that small gesture would awake inside of her, what kind of memories.. but she had a pretty good guess – eventually, she did take it, lips pressing into a straight line as she walked outside of her cell. 

Wine. That was hardly ever a good idea – things typically tended to go one of two ways whenever alcohol was thrown into the mix. She couldn’t be out there drinking with the enemy – and that’s what Haneul seemed to have become, her enemy. One that had mercilessly thrown her under the bus. “The bottle won’t be necessary, I’m not that much of a social drinker anymore.” – his wine stained lips had always tasted so sweet, Nic couldn’t help but wonder if that had maybe changed. 

His smile found its home once again the moment he felt her hand in his own. It had been far too long, but he did blame himself for having kept away. It was better that way, he’d assured himself. The heat had died down and now Haneul had his freedom with no eyes watching him. It didn’t mean that it was easy considering Han had become accustomed to having Nicolette around. There was hardly a day they hadn’t been together regardless of whether or not they were on good terms or bad terms. There had always been something beautiful about a pissed off Nicolette.

“Oh, now that’s a new development?” Han said before he sent a thank you to the guard and began to lead the way out so they could get to his car. “I’m sure you can have one drink though, for old times sake? It is tradition, dove.”

There was more to it than that. Han wanted to bring back reminders of how things used to be for the two of them. Tucked away in his home, sharing wine and the sweet smell between the two of them. Maybe the soft wandering of hands if she didn’t bite them off first. “I always did enjoy your wine-stained lips.”

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traitcravenxe·:

Oh, Nic was done playing dumb to his mind games – trying to sweet talk her like that, Haneul sure had some cheek, mind you.  Nuh-uh-uh. She’d play along and beat him at his own damn shit. After all, not even the time spent in a cell could make her lose her knack for the game. 

Standing up on her feet, she lazily walked over hands gripping the bars as her face inched closer to them. “You want to get me out of here? Do it. – If you really missed me that much, call the guard over and let him get me out. You’re a master, I don’t have to tell you how this shit works. ”

No, she certainly didn’t have to tell him how this shit works. He narrowed his eyes for a beat before he looked over toward the guard at the end and nodded his head in the direction of Nicolette’s cell. He had every intention of taking her out from the beginning. There were questions that he had but his mind was still turning over and over again to determine the best possible way to inquire on them.

“That was my intention, love.” Han admitted. “I did not come simply to say hello, I thought you could use a break from this place. You deserve that much.” When the guard came over, Haneul moved out of the way in order to allow the door to be unlocked. He held a hand out, palm turned out to Nicolette. “Come, I have your favorite bottle of wine waiting for you.”

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traitcravenxe·:

She laughed. In that moment, Nicolette laughed and it was a genuine, entirely amused, laugh. It was so ironic, so fucked up that it had literally could be labelled as comedy. A dark one, but still. “What do you want me to say?” the brunette turned around, her dark eyes finally meeting his and God, she wished she hadn’t turned around. Wrong fucking move. 

Haneul knew exactly which buttons to press, what words to say, what desires or insecurities to play on to get her exactly where he wanted her – but, Nic wasn’t about to go down easy. It just wasn’t going to happen. No matter how much she wanted to pretend that things could be the way he claimed them – they weren’t going to be like that. “Out of the whole fucking world, you were the one I trusted. And it bit me in the ass – you want me to what? Tell you that it’s fine? It ain’t. You know it. You knew it the moment you decided to go snitch on me. “

His grimace was quick to remind her just of the circumstances he’d pushed her into. “Yeah, unfortunate, isn’t it? For me.  Why are you here, Han - Haneul” Be a cold bitch. Don’t use the fucking nicknames.

Perfect. It was the first thought that crossed his mind the moment they met eyes. Avoiding looking at him wouldn’t have worked forever but he wouldn’t have put it past Nicolette to try to do it. Not only had he won in that instance but she was just perfect in general. Hanuel might not ever utter those words to anyone except himself, but that didn’t make it untrue. He’d known that the moment she’d ended up wrapped up in his life. It was supposed to have been easy. Effortless. Casual. Funny how fate always has other plans.

He sighed softly, a shake of his head. Why was he here? Could he admit the reason to her and be safe? “You can still trust me, Nic,” he assured her before continuing. “And I’m here because it’s been far too long since we’ve last been together. We’re long overdue and what would be the harm in getting some time out of here hm?”

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traitcravenxe·:

It was still there, everything he was talking about, was still very much fucking there. The memories of those late nights.. sometimes sober, other times drunk.. somethimes good, and sometimes worse than Nic truly cared to admit – but, hell, even at their lowest it still always managed to feel as if they were floating above cloud nine to the werewolf – that is, until he fucking pushed her off the ozone layer and she full on body-slammed into the ground. You can’t hate me, Nicolette – it only hurt even more that he was right. But, this time, it was also her pride that he was hurting. “You had to do what needed to be done, huh? You were the only one I trusted. You..” you are my mate, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. “There’s no guarantee that we would have gone down. You just wanted to save your ass, just in case – at our expense. Cause you might still be up there, holding your title, your life, you’re everything – but we have both gone down, in a very different way. Sunken ship and all that. ” 

Why couldn’t she understand? It was in his nature to always do what was best for himself. Granted, he could name a few times when he’d certainly put Nicolette first. He blamed the addiction that he had to her. That’s what he could call it -- the draw that he felt to her even now. It would have been so much easier to forget about her. Turn away and focus on other pretty faces to occupy his time. But no. The moment Nic had walked into his life, there was no plan for her to ever leave regardless of what he wanted.

“Don’t say that, Nic.” Han shook his head. “I might have saved my ass but I also did it for us. Don’t you see that? I’m selfish, yes. But here I am on this side and I have all the ability and money for us to still enjoy each other’s company. I certainly couldn’t have done that if I were locked up in these...” Han looked around, a grimace on his face. “Unfortunate conditions.”

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traitcravenxe·:

Nicolette didn’t need to meet his eyes or hear his voice to know that he was there, that he was coming – she’d felt his energy the moment he walked through the goddamned entrance of that godforsaken tower. How fucking ironic that he would come visit, after all, he was the one who got her locked up in there. 

Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. He was one as much as she was – Nicolette had betrayed the city, but Haneul had betrayed her. She didn’t know which one was worse, but she surely knew which one stung more. “Property of the city, not yours.” the werewolf couldn’t help herself pointing that out, if she was lucky maybe it’d hurt his ego a little bit too – but she doubted. “And I was never sweet. Have you lost your damned mind?” Dark eyes remained focused on the brick wall, at least that way, she would avoid looking at him. 

A darkened look across his eyes is the only evidence that her words ruffled him but the smile and his casual posture never wavered. No, she certainly wasn’t his anymore and he wasn’t keen on sharing her with everyone else but that was the price to pay. Nicolette had made her own bed. He only wished she hadn’t done it to begin with. “No, you never have been sweet. Although, I have seen those softer edges of yourself during our late nights together.” Han missed those night more than he’d like to admit. Things between the two of them had always been a firestorm. One moment, perfectly happy. The next moment, at each other’s throats. But is was a dance between the two of them that was familiar. “You can’t hate me, Nicolette. You know I simply had to do what needed to be done. How would it have been if we’d both gone down, hm?”

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When Han swept in, it was with an air of elegance and a devilish smile that told without words that he was here to play. He’d leave the guards and those with curious wandering eyes at the doors guessing. There was only a gentle wave in their direction before he ascended the stairs for where he’d heard his dove had been locked away. It had taken some time for him to come visit, a precaution to avoid any heat on himself. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to find a reason to come after him. He knew there had been eyes on him. Expected considering their relationship. Han had spent more time than he would have liked repeating what he knew over and over again before ensuring that he played no part in the story.

He found the doorway and opened it up, both hands disappearing into the pockets of his black press pants as he walked down the hall till he found the woman he’d been looking for when he made the decision to come here. “Oh, how I have missed that beautiful face of yours, my sweet Nicolette.” @traitcravenxe​

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Look what the cat dragged in ! People say that BAK HANEUL holds an uncanny resemblance to PARK HYUNG-SIK, that they appear to be 134 years old and it is rumored they prefer to be addressed as HE/HIM. We do wonder; does the VAMPIRE enjoy their life as a MASTER?

BASICS

FULL NAME: Bak Haneul NICKNAME(S): Han AGE: 134 DATE OF BIRTH: August 23rd ZODIAC SIGN: Leo PLACE OF BIRTH: Chin-Ju, Korea (1887) ETHNICITY: Korean GENDER: Male SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, Korean

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Park Hyung-sik HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown EYE COLOR: Brown HEIGHT: 6′1″ WEIGHT: 185lbs BUILD: Lean TATTOOS: None. PIERCINGS: None.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Forthright, Meticulous, Realistic NEGATIVE TRAITS: Abrasive, Paranoid, Argumentative FEARS: Snakes, Heights, Dumb people taking over the world. LIKES: Expensive furniture and art, drinking, playing mind games with people, swimming DISLIKES: People too submissive, cowards, indecisiveness

KINKS

YES: Biting/Marking, Breath Play, Orgasm Denial, Pain Play, Rough Sex, Spanking, Restraints, Blood play, Knife play NO: Bathroom Play, Infantilism, Watersports, Anal, Extreme submissives, Virgins

Haneul is a man who will always do what is in the best interest for himself. Even if it means sacrificing those he loves. Whether life or business, he puts his everything into what he does and will never give anything less. He came to Corpus a long time ago, back when he was young and had only just turned. Leaving his homeland behind had been an easy decision at the guidance of his sire. They went to Corpus and Han has never thought of going anywhere else. The advantages of being a vampire and thriving off a life of luxury and humans.

While he may seem charming and willing to aid someone, those who know him are well aware that it is much better to be cautious around the man. Lately Han has found himself in a bit of a tight spot and it has put him in a particularly bad mood.