# 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑯𝑨𝑬-𝑰𝑵 )ㅤ⸻ㅤ an original muse crafted and coded for @terrascapehq.
THE WHITE SWAN / the pristine masquerade of absolute perfection, elegance and purity. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 & 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅. the duality between the beautiful and bedeviled : she ought to be the darling angel everyone believes her to be, but there's a darkness that belies beneath a façade of heavenly born beauty. the never-ending chase of eternal adoration. dancing between the fine lines of grace and twisted tendencies. has only ever known to take, take, and take. for perfection is nothing but an illusion ; a maelstrom of lies and deceit.
ere that dark thing sleeping within haechan has a chance to awaken, she strides past her sister and into her room, granting herself a moment to brace for the shit show that was about to go down — always does, as per the puppeteer’s show.
wickedness asserts itself in the curvature of her glossed tiers, hae-in's cruel smile never faltering even once as doe eyes fluttered over her sister's thinly veiled venom hidden underneath the gentle gestures and dulcet tones. whatever words she had, whatever words she wanted to speak in retaliation ⸻ simply vanished on the tip of her tongue as haechan immediately walked past her into her bedroom, shutting the door closed with a bang. such insolence had only invoked a scoff out of hae-in before abruptly bursting into small fit of incredulous laughter, with enough fervour to force her slender shoulders to shake with each girlish titters leaving the cage of her mouth.
alright. fine.
for once, she'll be kind and allow her sister this brief respite of peace. before forcing her in yet again in this upcoming tortuous show of a birthday dinner, to play her part as the outcast, the black sheep of the family whilst hae-in would dutifully ( and happily ) play hers : the darling of the house, reigning supreme.
but of course, peace never lasted too long in this household.
"happy birthday, my darling." the sweet-sounding voice of her mother's had immediately greeted her the moment she had arrived at the dinning hall, the apples of her cheeks cupped in the palms of her mother affectionately. her arms gently furled around her mother's waist in a warm embrace as an awed gasp slipped from her lips at the sight of the grand feast prepared before her. "mama, you didn't have to! you should have ask me to help with the dinner," she scolded the older woman playfully whilst her mother only waved her hands dismissively. "nonsense! its your birthday today! this is the least i can do for my daughters ... now where is your sister?"
speak of the devil, you simply hear your sister before you could even see her. ears perking up at the distant sounds of the light, reluctant footsteps echoing off the high arched hallways. "well, there she is. mama. our star of the show." she smiled teasingly, throwing no more but a fleeting gaze towards the figure of her twin.
[ ... ] THE TRAGIC & TERRIBLE TWINS : KIM HAECHAN & KIM HAE-IN ⸻ I WAS BORN KNOWING YOU. ( @oblivioure )
ㅤㅤi. poem without a hero & selected poems / anna akhmotva.ㅤㅤii. moony moonless sky's 'we were put on this earth desperate hungry and willing' / fatima aarmer bilal.ㅤㅤiii. hevel / nathaniel orion.ㅤㅤiv. "a brother named gethsemane" in when my brother was an aztec / natalie diaz. ㅤㅤv. mabel: matryoshka / becca de la rosa & mabel martin. ㅤㅤvi. a crash course in molotov cocktails / halyna kruk. ㅤㅤvii. norwegian wood / haruki murakami. ㅤㅤix. lisa see.
here lies her home, here lies her first kingdom come ⸻ never mind the fact that this home was no sanctuary for it's tenants but instead a palace erected out of marble walls and desperate heartache, built upon the foundations of resentment and misery from a desolated mother and an overly absent father. but still, it was the only home she had ever known.
but home is such an elusive thing, is it not? for as long she had ever remembered, this home of theirs have always been the one thing hae-in runs to without a single doubt etched to her being. whereas her twin sister, haechan would run away from at any given moment. but who could dare to blame her unbeloved twin for having such an affinity? if only they knew what truly lies behind the gilded gates ... after all, home is where everything began. is it not the very place that have transformed love into sheer hatred between the once insperable twin sisters? a constant battlefield where only one could emerge with victory and walk away from the destruction unscathed? and who else can be the victor, if not hae-in? the one who sits the sits at the throne of it all?
"welcome back, sister." her voice is nothing but a songbird's mellifluous titter breaking through the eerie silence, whilst she leaned against the staircase balcony. "have you finally come home?" ( have you finally stop running away ) poison lacing honey, and fangs piercing flesh ; head cants to one side as a cruel smile unfurled across your lips at the sight of your sister finally walking through the doors. your gaze is steel pierce set behind the careful art of mascara’d lashes lined to absolute perfection, an unspoken challenge hung in the air as you waited to see to if your better half will make yet another mistake of reacting to you.
HOME IS THE BEGINNING OF RUINATION : KIM HAECHAN ( @oblivioure )
“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.”
user loading… KIM HAE-IN. your current avatar is registered as YU JIMIN ( KARINA ). you have been logged in for 23 years since 22 MAY 3000. your highest ranking stats are CHARISMATIC and DECEPTIVE. please select your playlist from HONEYED SUMMER EVENINGS or LACES & SILKS for today. last saved activity: working as an AESTHETIC DESIGNER AT RE:SKIN. resume your ongoing game?
okay i'm a little ashamed of myself for taking way too long to make this intro but i swear i got in too much of my head and was desperately trying to make sense of my ideas. not to mention i still need to work on her dossier and background but anyway! i'm fae ( 21+ , she/her , gmt +8 ) and here's my little two-faced angel who always love to take advantage of her pretty privileges. so just drop a like and i'll be running into your dms to start! ( in tumblr ims or discord at your request, whichever you prefer! )
SUMMARY
isn't it the strangest thing to be born as a pair? to be one half of a whole and always have the other by your side — only to end up becoming completely antithetical from each other, different like night and day. haechan is the chaotic beauty of a tempest ; all sharp gazes and lopsided little smiles that barely even contain emotion. she's ocean blackness and crashing waves. she's sharp like the reflective edge of a polished knife. hae-in, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of her twin sister. she's soft eyes and whimsical laughter. she's sweet like honey drizzled over cinnamon toast, and exudes an aura warm like july's late evening sun. you'd see her and think of delicate windchimes, of sun catchers, butterflies and golden clouds. who would dare to believe beneath such angelic façade lay something so utterly grotesque ?
perhaps she had always been destined to be a little twisted. how could she not in that household built upon a fragile foundation, and a loveless marriage barely hanging onto it's last hinges. the real purpose of the twins' existences was for them to be no more than consolation prizes for their mother; to be her pretty little dolls all so she could cherish and love to her heart's content, saving herself from the misery she's been granted from having a negligent husband with wandering eyes.
the twins have never been taught to share one's love and attention properly between the both of them, and hae-in has always been a gluttonous and greedy creature to a fault. so eventually, a bitter rivalry grew between the twin sisters, breaking their once inseparable bond in their relentlessly strive for love and affection. this is when hae-in discovers her penchant for distorting the truth to her favor.
small little lies roll off the tip of a saccharine-tongue, woven into intricate tapestries under her skilled touch and orchestrating her sister's downfall little by little. eventually, she's doomed her own flesh and blood ( her better other half ) to a fate of fading into obscurity, knowing all too well that she could get away with it and always did ( who would ever believe the madness of a black swan over the sweet and dutiful white swan? ); all for the sake of grasping onto every silver of adoration that she could not bear sharing.
haein grows up knowing all too well that her beauty is desired and appreciated. with a face like hers, it's no wonder people around her were so often drawn to her ( and so willfully blind were they to the predatory smile that lay beneath doe like eyes ). haein, of course, couldn't help herself but to find weaponry in her own gravitational pull if not utilize it to the best of her abilities.
she completes her studies at a prestigious university and ( with mother's luck ) takes on a job at re:skin as an aesthetic designer. obvious but absolutely perfect for someone like her, who admittedly always cared too much of the way she looks to others.
PERSONALITY
every day was simply a reflection of her own personal masquerade. a dozen of masks to don herself with, for each and every persona was perfectly curated for her audience in front of her. kim hae-in is what always people want to see, and what they want to trust. a soft spoken, delicate doe eyed beauty with a heart of gold, who have long since been hailed as the beloved darling of the house. always so gentle, and always so sweet. no one seemed to know or even care that such perfection was only manufactured because she made it so, because everything about her was no more than illusion.
but what truly lies beneath the layers for the girl who dons only her masks? something truly monstrous in the shape of a girl? for there's terror in beauty and kim hae-in is the living proof of such. with eyes coated in glitter, and tongue coated in honey, it's always been too easy for her to spun her webs of manipulation to ensnare others in her control. by then, she'll take and take and take whatever she can, not even caring whether she's been taking too much. and worst of it all? she'll do it gladly with the prettiest smile
CONNECTIONS
at the moment, my brain is currenly fried so her plots and prompts are still much a working progress but i do have a lot of vague ideas that we can use to brainstorm with!
a close circle of friends have see through her façade of perfection, have seen her real and twisted personality and yet still stayed with her. ( and maybe some even enable her )
or maybe ex friend's who didn't, unable to handle her true colors ( not that i blame you for that one bit, but hae-in unfortunately will )
workplace rivals at re:skin where they can't stop competing against each other, trying their best to outdo one another. the perfect place for workplace drama with a lot of instigating and sabotaging.
people she couldn't help but be jealous of for multitudes of reasons, people who sparked certain insecurities within herself that she absolutely hates nor have the will to acknowledge.
people who gets suspicious of her perfect persona, catching a glimpse of her real personality.
maybe some enemies that she might have sabotaged because she simply can.
exes that she'd broken hearts of, or exes who finally escaped from her webs of manipulation ( RUN, MAKE YOUR ESCAPE, SAVE YOUR SELF ) or exes who haven't and somehow always come back to her one way or another, lured by her sweet honeyed promises despite knowing full well she's hiding her poison underneath.
and maybe a first love that she still have a soft spot for, secretly pines after them but can't or wont do anything because that person is too god for her and she doesn't have the slightest bravery to show her real self to them.
