run deep, run wild.

and i am alone, so don't speak. i find war, and i find peace. i find no love in me.

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ten minutes earlier…

The girls left her apartment nearly two hours in advance, because Somin hated being late – by leaving early it was safer. They had not forgotten their trusty identity concealers for this official gathering where celebrities of all kind would attend and blend among the crowd. She hated it that she could not recognize who were around her – she could be conversing and having a great time with a serial murderer and never know, because of those stupid masks. It was beyond annoying and that was why she wanted to leave as early as possible and stick to Nana she was aware of.

“Spotted anyone worth a one-night?” she asked jokingly. Her Harlequin colombina might hide part of her features, but it did not hide her amused smile. “I don’t know why, but I’d love for something to happen aside for bothersome speeches and troublesome dances.” The brunette was already at her second share of hors-d’oeuvres and her third glass of champagne while she avoided the mass. “Oh look, the prime minister is about to bore us to death. Heard they even have prizes too. Hur-fucking-ray~.”

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lanky arms threw themselves up in triumph as she looked upon possibly her greatest creation of all time. “you may as well call me picasso at this point.” she lightly teased the detective, wiggling a finger in her direction. “i was only ever there for show. standing around with a bunch of middle aged rich people with your mouth shut never really becomes an enjoyable hobby.” she slightly adjusted the bodice, fitting the white lace and tulle against her pale skin. 

it didn’t seem as though somin had noticed - if she could have helped it, she wouldn’t have lied to the one person she considered a close friend. she had heard long before from clients and fellow rogues of this ball, and of course, whispers of potential involvement of the gangs. with masks on, under the cover of dim lights, she knew that this would be her greatest opportunity to obtain any information on the elusive leader of the black lotus. her dress, gloves, and mask were all white, adorned with lace - almost reminiscent of a wedding gown. as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her long eyelashes flickered slightly. had she done this on purpose? 

ten minutes before --- 

her chest was tight, fingers digging into her palms as she tried to stop the chills from running up and down her spine. she wouldn’t have been able to conceal her piercing glare without her mask - it was a miracle that somin hadn’t noticed (or at least acknowledged) her anxiousness. it wasn’t the large masses of strangers that intimidated her, given that she had grown up among modern aristocracy. members of the black lotus were slinking among other gang members, socialites, and the police force - was there a single innocent person in the hall? she sipped her champagne, attempting to ease her nerves while still remaining alert. she would have to slip away from somin at some point and grab ahold of a black lotus, but she also needed to be patient. 

her companion’s voice brought her back to attention. even in her state, she could let out a slight chuckle and a smirk in response. “how much do you think the prime minister would pay to sleep with me?” a typical, highly inappropriate joke that she knew the brunette would appreciate. “how much would i have to pay you to seduce him?”

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i was certain if i waited you’d remember              enzoani - heli, dress & long jacket; versace - medusa; bite beauty - bramble;             mendelssohn - piano trio no. 2; sibelius - string quartet (voces intimae);              prokofiev - piano concerto no. 2; shostakovich - string quartet no. 8;             elgar - cello concerto; rachmaninoff - piano concerto op. 18 no. 2

when the comet took me out into space              lying to her friend wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as she had thought it would be.              acting as if she was simply tagging along with detective park somin, nana             saw this moment as an opportunity her rational mind protested against.              the rage, the anguish, the despair - it all comes swirling up again every             time she imagines how cold her lover’s face must have been as he lay              silently in scarlet pools of his own blood. she’ll be marching straight into a             sea of enemies, but she has no fear; all the more petals to pick off the              black lotus. she has only one goal: to find yang hyun suk, and to send him             straight to a hell much crueler than the one she’s had to live in for 3 years.

when you held your breath, looking at my face

            mendelssohn ( black lotus; m or f ) - sinister, sadistic, but not evil. she             is in pain and anguish, being so close but so far from her goals. nana’s             a huntress, and she’s caught a little mouse. she needs information, and             whether or not you have it, she wants answers.             sibelius ( vangaurd; m or f ) - she remembers you. friends, lovers, allies -              whatever the two of you were, it matters not. this masquerade is just             another reminder that things are simply not the same anymore.             prokofiev ( black lotus; m ) - she is an enemy to yang hyun suk, but not             quite the entirety of black lotus. they dance, pulling each other close and              waltzing with tension prickling both their feet and their hearts. it’s an             eerie sense of recognition, a nearly deranged infatuation.             shostakovich ( any gang; f ) - as long time rivals, they recognized each             other long before they had even entered the ballroom. they’d both like to             enjoy the night tearing each other apart.             elgar ( any or no affiliation; m or f ) - nana's always been braced for all the             pain in the world, but she had never once expected to feel this - betrayal.              more than the wounds inflicted on her body, her eyes seem to sting more             from the hot tears of sheer rage and hopelessness.             rachmaninoff ( any or no affiliation; m ) - she’ll whisper sweet lies, part             your lips and slip sweet toxins down your throat. she came with a job, and             being the good businesswoman she is, she plans to go through with it. 

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“I already knew what I wanted, remember?” she spat still a little butthurt by the other comment. It was a bit unusual coming from her who was usually calm and disciplined. “Anyways, I’m going to start off with a good old Irish coffee. I’m pretty sure that a day with you can only be dealt with a few drops of Bailey’s.” She waved her hand to catch the attention of one of the waitresses.

“Now, onto another delightful segment of our conversation…choose a topic,” she resumed after making sure of what she wanted. “You’re good at this. Don’t you want to pry into my personal life?” 

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perhaps, no matter how counter-intuitive, the two women sitting across from each other were the most vulnerable in the sleeping city. long legs, toned muscles, fierce gazes and years of training made the two together seem invincible. but maybe, in those bones that had broken and healed over countless times under the scarred white skin, they were more delicate than they were strong. despite not ever quite admitting it to herself or anyone else, nana was fully aware that there was one wound that she never quite let heal - his face, his touch, his voice were still very much alive to her years after his passing. 

this was likely the source of the sensitivity underlying their hardy personalities and interactions. somin’s invitation brought about a reaction of confusion. nana blinked once, head tilting back slightly as she absorbed the words of her companion. pry? learning and memorizing daily routines and personal details were all parts of her job as a hunter; if anything, she handled such things with little care and no compassion whatsoever. 

it almost felt like a crime to do as she had been asked. asking those involved in her personal life basic questions about their lives was certainly not something the blonde had ever done regularly. it seemed almost like a duty, nothing short of a difficult task she was obligated to complete. it wasn’t that she didn’t care - it was simply that she never knew how to go about such things.

she covers it all with a sly smile and a hand running through her hair. “pry? hardly.” her gaze meets the other woman’s stare directly. “it would only really be prying if i even knew where to start. some people do say that a mystery is what makes a woman attractive - is that your tactic?” light jokes, of course. nana often used little jabs to find easy, fluid humor that filled in the gaps she could not fulfill on her own. 

“let’s start with a bang, why don’t we? who’s the mister in your life? or could it be a miss?”

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“ oh my god! what happened? ” “ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ” “ who did this to you? ” “ that’s… a lot of blood ” “ i think… it’s broken. ” “ can you move? does it hurt? ” “ we need to get you to a hospital! ” “ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch. ” “ it’s just a scratch. ” “ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine. ” “ well, that’s not supposed to bend that way. ” “ what the hell did you do? ” “ don’t you pass out on me!” “ i’m just so tired.. ” “ hey, whoa, you alright there? ” “ i just need to sit down for a minute.” “ let me carry you. ” “ it won’t stop bleeding! ” “ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise! ” “ hey! i said stay awake! ” “ tell me what hurts! ” “ does it hurt when i do this? ” “ ow! that hurts! ” “ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute. ” “ it was an accident.. i swear!  ”

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margritte - would you rather fall in love once and have it last forever (while wondering if there was something better) or have many relationships (but never settle)?

love? simply hearing the word sent tremors racing up and down her spine, and all she could do to cushion the discomfort was press her lips together and drop her gaze. of course, only his gaze burned itself in her memory, intensely staring as if awaiting the answer. love - yes, she had felt it once upon a time ago, when she would have been convinced had someone told her that her life was indeed a fairy tale. but no, she could not bring herself to think about that all again. not now, not in the presence of another. 

a blank yet earnest gaze raises itself up to meet that of the man before her. “either way, wouldn’t it just all hurt too much?” if it was going to hurt, what was the point of it at all? a grin creeps onto her solemn expression, instantly bringing back the spark in her complexion. “why are you asking? think you might be my soulmate?”

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“Dummy, I stopped caring about putting you in jail a long time ago.” That was all she was getting. There was no way that Somin would ever deliberately confess that she like having the huntress around or that she viewed her as a ‘friend’ whatever that word was supposed to mean. “My people are still busting their ass trying to find some evidence though, which means that you still got to stay on your A game. Must be troublesome.”

The brunette took a turn to park right in front of those lovely cafés. She could not wait to order her pretty typical North American breakfast. She also needed her second coffee of the day to fully appreciate the rest of her day-off. On the menu, she planned a bit of exercise and shopping. Since the blonde was with her, she could have what they call a ‘girl day’.

“Get out of the car, lazy bum,” she told the Nana while fishing her prescription glasses in her glove compartment. Her eyes were twitching when she woke up, so she had abandoned the idea of wearing contacts like she used to. “Find a table. I’m coming,” she added as she took a makeup pouch – yes, the detective happened to wear makeup every once in a while. “Also, do you want to stick around for the day? We haven’t had seen each other in a while.”

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silence rested upon her lips for the rest of the car ride. giggles had been exchanged, and no further verbal response was needed. settling back in her seat, nana let her gaze wander off to the tall apartment buildings and barren streets. some might find it quite surprisingly that she needs her own time to think. her aura was often interpreted as either an air of mystery or simply mindedness due to her lack of extreme expressions. but of course, the few who did understand her knew the intense depths of even her daydreams.

to hide, to keep running from the police - nana wasn’t really doing either. she was simply not making her presence known, covering up her tracks in everything she did. in all honesy, the im jinah that disappeared years ago probably could have been scooped up and dropped into jail or back into her family mansion. quite ironically, the very law that she was breaking was protecting her at the same time. no doubt, though - if the police knew her identity, they should have gone to her parents for questioning. 

black irises honed in on the growing lights of the few open stores. her upper lip curled ever so slightly, creating a tiny crease right by the corner. did they know what their dearest daughter had become? 

stepping out of the car, her arms stretched high upwards as soon as her feet touched the concrete. she swung an arm around her companion’s shoulder. “did you want me to pay, baby?” she cooed, leading her to the little store. she probably would have snuck in a little peck on the cheek if she had been willing to be flipped and thrown down on the ice. “i got a little paycheck last friday night. it was easy money, too - those syndicate kids really know their shit, don’t they?” they had practically given her a map; all she had had to do was connect the dots. 

upon entering, she almost immediately slipped into a chair close to the window, giving a good view of the white-covered streets. her head turned sharply as her friend returned. “oh, look at you, looking all cute for our date.” pushing an extra menu over to somin, she let out a little giggle. “go ahead and pick something - i’ve already chosen.”

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PICASSO: Do you remember the first dead body you saw? How did it make you feel?

VAN GOGH: Would you rather become famous after death or famous in life but forgotten after death?

DA VINCI: Do you have many talents or one thing you’re really good at?

MONET: What did your parents want you to do for a living?

DALI: Do you have strange dreams or nightmares?

WARHOL: Have you ever had surgery? Why did you need it?

MAGRITTE: Would you rather fall in love once and have it last forever (while wondering if there was something better) or have many relationships (but never settle)?

FLINK: Are you a night owl or morning bird?

TURNER: True or false: An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

HANS: If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

TITAN: If someone could give you a title, what would it be?

KAHLO: Do you want to have children? Why or why not?

RENOIR: What has influenced you most in regards of your character?

ROUSSEAU: What is your main philosophy in life?

KLIMT: If you have any; are you very close to your siblings?

SHANETO: How do you deal with betrayal? 

MATISSE: Does observing other people influence your life choices?

KANDINSKY: What are your thoughts on revenge and avenging people?

CHAGALL: What image do people typically associate you with? Do they see you as scary, intimidating, etc.

O'KEEFFE: What is your ultimate wish in life?

SOLO: Have you ever been injured by another gang?

ROCKWELL: Did you know from a young age what you wanted to do with your life?

POLLOCK: How do you define your position at work?

FLOHR: What is your choice of weapon?

DONATELLO: Do you feel like you’re stuck in someone’s shadow?

BOTTICELLI: What would you say your ‘trademark’ is? In either appearances or personality or your work.

DÜRER: Do you have any regrets in how you’ve lived your life?

EL GRECO: Have you ever wished that you could change your aesthetic appearance? What would you change and why?

BERNINI: If you could work under a different gang (or spd), who would you work under?

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She took a good look at Nana before almost literally dragging her out of the apartment, so that she could lock the door behind them. Afterwards, she did not care much rather the blood would hurry or not. As soon as she was seated and buckled, Somin was going to drive away to her favorite café. It was nothing so cheap on food yet expensive on the price like Starbucks – besides, the sort of glutton by her side wanted to be fed properly (seriously, this little shit). She also was quite hungry so she needed her big breakfast.

“You’re good with that occidental stuff or do you want your traditional with side dishes?” Somin asked before bursting into a shot fit of laughter. “Who said that you had the choice anyway? My money, my whims. I’m feeling bacon, crepes and eggs.”

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nana had no say. protesting against the cop would only drag her further into trouble - unnecessary trouble, at that. she could only roll her eyes and let out a groan, both of which she did. she would grab any chance to complain against somin, as they did not come frequently. she was independent to the point of being reckless and wild, but the policewoman who was dragging her around as if she were a disobedient pup on a leash knew how to make her a little more tame. granted, nana’s personal life and occupation were completely out of somin’s control, but when they were together a little but of submission could only help the blonde. 

taking a seat next to somin in the passenger side, she let a small smirk slip as she looked over. “bacon, crepes, and eggs, huh?” shifting in her seat a bit, she turned to her side to extend her finger and jab the other woman in the side. “i thought you were getting a bit pudgy - and now i get to witness the transformation myself? i’m honored.” 

quite obviously, none of this was in the least bit true. both females had grown up incredibly talented in the athletics department, and their bodies were more than simply toned. being a policewoman or a bounty hunter could no possibly be easy work, especially considering the extremely high levels of gang activity in their area. their limbs were never allowed a moment to rest, their minds honed to manage and discipline themselves with significant focus. the two of them were more than just your average dynamic duo - crossing paths with either would leave none unscathed. 

she rested her back, returning to her original sitting position. “you think you can catch me with that attitude? the seoul police department really must be slacking.”

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eyes which were once lightly shut, lazily fixed their attention to the other body moving in the bed. a silent devotion was placed over yixing’s chest as he contemplated details of her every movement; the shy, pale lights from the outside peeked inside the room and glowed against her skin. his minds drifted away for a bit, pausing whatever mumbling of complaints he was spitting out of his mouth – suddenly he did not want to speak; and yixing would let nana think of his words while he thought of her. she was, from the very first word she spoke to him, dazzling to all senses. nana speaks, moves and breathes as if she knows the sun loved her so much it kissed that never fading glimpse of light in her eyes.

yixing begun to consider silently watching her for a few more minutes until the word love was formed by her lips. it is a word only mentioned when the subject is her – no, not nana, but sungkyung. he felt his stomach drop, a bitter taste on his tongue to match the nature of his smile. “it would be plain heartache if it had another name; so yeah, i guess it’s love – it’s not really like i want it to be” he shrugs, as if he did not feel completely intertwined in that  troublesome story;  helpless even, with no way out.

sometimes, yixing would see nana as the way out – but those are merely some, not all times. the problem, or at least the biggest one, was the boy’s vision on what the girl deserved; and she certainly did not deserve someone like him. volatile, uncontrollable maybe. that is why he took effort in being better around her; kinder, loving even – all in prowl of hurting her less, which somehow made him feel as if it was more. “well it’s not as if i’m ever careless… i’d be seven feet under if i was” yixing never had to wonder if sungkyung would care whether he was involved with other women; he simply knew she would not, and that eased his mind for a share. another share belonged to nana, and that constantly had him worrying of how she felt about it all.

“why? you worried? ah wait, i know, you’d miss my body too much if i ever stopped coming over” his lips parted in a smile and let a chuckle slip out of his throat. calmly, his hands pulled him up, his back pressed against the bed’s headboard.“either way i don’t have manny secrets; you know all of them”

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ah, the toxic push and pull - the all too familiar feeling of something that could only be vaguely described as something akin to gravity. his words, despite the lack in malice or ill will, cut deeply. part of her wanted to simply shove him out the window, laugh at his demise, and carry on with her daily life. another desired to just lay back down and sleep as she usually did, lazily avoiding conflict perhaps despite discontentment. the smartest idea would have been to simply keep her mouth shut and let herself linger off to sleep. 

but in the depths of her mind, much further than where she could reach on her own, lay another fantasy. urges struggled to break forward, to push her to reach over to the other side of the seemingly endless ocean of blankets and hold onto yixing. in this particular dream, she would hold him down and never let him leave, forcing him to gaze only upon the woman directly in his line of vision. perhaps in that version of the story, he would finally realize that he couldn’t possibly be content with mere sips of poison - only after downing the entire vial would he reach a sense of balance. perhaps im jinah would find the courage to let herself be enveloped by both her own heart and that of zhang yixing. 

but this was all merely fiction; unfortunately, nana would never let her pride slip to the point to which such alternate realities would even cross her mind. it almost stung just hearing him speak, knowing he would never iterate the words she wanted to be truths. but she was not so weak - unreasonable at times, for sure, but never delicate. “what, you don’t think i’d be able to find another boy toy within seconds of you leaving?” she tilted her head, her gaze meeting his with a mischievous smirk lighting up her face. “i think we both know you’d be the one to miss me more.” to her, it’s a playful little joke - so far from what she believed to be the truth even the slightest suggestion of such a scenario was ridiculous. 

her torso stretched forwards, arms reaching out as she crept forward on all fours until she knelt before the man. “and don’t you dare lie to me.” strong. she was strong. “you really think i’d believe that? if you didn’t have any secrets you wouldn’t still have your goddamn job. or your life, for all you care.” plain heartache, he had said. she ignored the twisting in her chest, the way in which her muscles seemed to contract sharply and leave her breathless. a smile, a prolonged blink for reassurance; just stop thinking about it --- “save those words for your sweet little miss.” 

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Sporting mischievous airs, she unplugged the earplugs and put the volume to the max. It was safety precautions so that the other girl did not even think for a second that she could fall back asleep. It was quite enjoyable to see her tumble off the bed – she wished that she could have taken some sort of fall for her deeds prior to this day when she did not want the princess’s company.  Princess was quite the fitting designation for the useless lady. She came and left when she wished. She did whatever it pleased her. She had this figure that men and women idolized. She ‘had’ the resources and the money at her disposal – of course, all of it was currently out of reach. It was a song that usually had Somin start her day on a good foot. She skipped the song and selected another one that was more fitting at the moment.

“Now, it’s Bitch Better Have My Money by the Barbadian singer, Rihanna,” she presented turning on the lights of her bedroom. “You ask for breakfast as if I was your fucking maid. Do I look like a maid to you? If you want to eat, you put down some cash. Besides, I don’t feel like cooking. I had a very long night. We’re going out, so get ready.”

She turned herself facing her wardrobes and drawers. When it came to renovating her room, she preferred not to have walk-in or closet. It maximized the space and she had a bigger bedroom that way. The officer was quite happy that she had been granted a day of or her good deeds – more like forced overtime, but it was not like she could say no anyway. As a bonus, she got to spend quality time with that buddy of hers who decided to make an appearance in her life once more. She grabbed a white T-shirt and some jeans.

“I’m not always cranky and you know that,” she had to make clear. “5:30am is a reasonable to start the day. When you get a real job, you’ll understand. Also, since you pretty much claimed this house as one of your countless properties, I made some space for you in this drawer. It got all your clothes that you’ve left here, so you don’t have to take mine and complain on how I lack style.” She was about to go out of the room, before she stopped midway. “By the way, if you don’t hurry, I’m leaving you behind and you won’t get any breakfast. I hope you understand what this means. You have ten minutes.”

She went out her bedroom and turned on the television. On the news, the anchor was reporting the events that happened last night (and kept her awake for all of it that she was no longer tired). She went to pour herself a warm cup of coffee (in which she added some Baileys and sugar). Somin knew that, despite her threat, Nana was most likely not going to take ten minutes to get dressed. She doubted she ever saw the girl leave the house without makeup.

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nana was selfish, impulsive, and at times simply unreasonable. had it been anyone else in the world, she most definitely would have exterminated the pest. somin’s effect on nana certainly was no short of incredible; she brought out a girl from the body of a professional killer. of course, nana was not the type to stare at her reflection for hours every day wondering how she could possibly live with herself through the guilt from her sins. however, she was quite aware that this policewoman had the potential to make her feel “normal”. 

legs flailed clumsily over the edge of the bed, feet planting themselves firmly on the floor. “it’s still dark outside.” she murmured under her breath, more in reluctance than complaint. she had accepted her fate - there was no getting out of this unless she wanted a duel at 5:30am against someone on par with her own strength. taking in a long breath, she raised herself up and strolled slowly to her personalized drawer, feet dragging every so slightly in quiet protest. 

she opened up a section of the drawer, letting a tiny smile slip through her lips. she really had left so many things in this apartment; finding an outfit wouldn’t be too difficult. perhaps she felt a little appreciative of the other woman’s actions, but she would most certainly never admit to such feelings. somin said ten minutes - which meant she could get away with twenty minutes to change, wash up, and put on a bit of makeup to freshen herself up. pulling a light grey sweater and black jeans from the neatly folded piles, she slowly started her day.

put together and ready to conquer, she stepped into the kitchen and sat by the table, eyes trained on the television without really paying attention to the flashing colors and stern voices. “what, have they finally found a cure for your godforsaken snoring?” a grin pulled at the edges of her lips, a playful glint gleaming in her eyes. “will i finally be able to get some real sleep for once?”