🌙 ⌇ NIGHTWALKER.

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[nightwvlker]

HEEJIN  MAE     ╱     매 희진     ╱     ■■■■

CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. FORTY-EIGHT. HANDLER FOR the scarlet nightmare  AND AN  ARMS DEALER.  the arcane.

PINTEREST     ╱     INTRODUCTION     ╱     STATISTICS BIOGRAPHY     ╱     CONNECTIONS     ╱     THREADS

[nepcnthes]

It was entertaining, truly, to witness Heejin instilled with a renewed vigor and vivacity that had been significantly null of the already ( to some ) stick in the mud that the armored biker could be; Tuvia was acutely aware that a recent falling-out between friends had been quite unpleasant for their longtime friend. At any age, these things were just as likely to occur as decades before — friends had petty scruples and natural changing of the seasons, and they had listened with rapt intrigue to every ounce of retelling that their friend had offered whilst withholding bias or judgements. If they were to cast a stone, then, they would have said that, at present with how the news feed was panning out, it might have been best for Heejin to separate herself from the blackhole of a friendship, as Josette Leighton appeared to be creating a muck for herself. "Ah, that would be splendid, I fear I've left my wallet at home again." There was an impish air to their elusive tone that insinuated that they were joking, unwilling to show their hand of yet to confirm or deny any truth to it, a smirk arising to the mortician's visage nonetheless when met with a playful execution of obstinance. It went unspoken that they truly appreciated her acquiescence to join the bowling league, which was really a mismatched set of individuals thrown together in effort to enjoy bowling rather than compete for a profound monetary stake. Standing aside for her to strike, they hummed. "I'm only here to cheer you on, can't you see? Unless you lose. And then I'll be here to collect my winnings and you treating the five of us to a wonderful evening at the Ugly Mug."

[nightwvlker]

now, how did heejin end up in the bowling league? it was safe to say, she had no idea whatsoever. it was the spur of the moment kind of thing — most likely drunk, high, or both. the pink-haired woman aspired to be as mellow as tuvia; trying to wonder how and why they were the way they were. maybe that came with being a mortician. they never gave her a hard time or judgment, and she appreciated that more than she let on. one dispute after the other with josette leighton. well, they weren’t fights, per se, but their time as friends was cataclysmic yet disarming. as much as she hated expressing it, she needed to let go. she may be a handler at the end of the day, but not josette’s. jin exhaled a sigh, a tsk leaving her mouth between gritted teeth, leaning into the uncomfortable seating of the alley. “how many times is that now?” jin played along when normally she doesn’t, feeling at ease with tuvia’s company, especially—but no one was bound to know that. she raised a hand to cover her mouth, trying to evade a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips from being seen. “y’know maybe it was a bad idea joining but the five of y’all? ha,” she turned around to look at her fellow bowling leaguers after lousily throwing the ball, and of course, not getting a strike at all. “over my dead body, you motherfuckers.” she meant that with a whole lot of liking. the five of them were rare individuals put together but strangely it worked. this was merely meant to be an entertaining distraction for the woman.

[insporp]

©

[nxnbinarydracvla]

"Come in." Cyrek's gruff voice came from the other side, until the door swung open and revealed his aunt, earning an immediate scowl on his face as if he hadn't been expecting her company. ( It was actually in jest; he didn't mind her as much as he made out, with the clarity and freedom of heroin not clouding his headspace and making her out into the caricature of a cartoon villain standing in the path of his favored vice. ) "You got a problem with somethin', manager?" he asked dryly, before it dawned on him that she had likely come back to the office on account of the voicemail he'd left her. Clucking his tongue, he scanned the messy layout of his desk for the object in question that had escaped his field of vision, frowning to himself and pushing aside piles of papers and notebooks and sticky notes that littered it, grumbling in Greek underneath his breath until he spied the neat invitation that Stella had addressed for him. Flipping the cursive of Heejin's name to face her, he held it out, the two of them staring at one another dumbfoundedly. "I'm not givin' you the pink slip. Just fuckin' take it."

[nightwvlker]

not a single word left heejin’s mouth except for an exasperated sigh, having an old-fashioned whisky in her hand. the pink-haired woman rolled her eyes and looked at her nephew. cyrek’s testing her today, and she knew it. “no... i just don’t want to be out there,” heejin hinted, raising an inquisitive brow. she knew that that could make her look like a varmint wanting to hide in its cave, but taking on the manager role gave her a bit of normalcy. “you left me a voicemail—i’m here, so what is it?” with a stoic countenance, she took the envelope and noticed her name written in cursive, and traced it with her index finger. “what is this, a wedding invitation?” it looked so neat. “fucking relax,” the woman huffed and continued, “i am not here to disrupt what you have going on — tryin’ not to be an asshole but if you don’t clean up your desk, i’ll have to toss out your shit.” heejin was going to advice him to not have any record that could track back to him... but she shook the idea out of her mind. “who proposed?”

[dailyflicks]

Molly’s Game (2017) dir. Aaron Sorkin

[jofms]

josette had put heejin through a lot, particularly in the time after willow had died and her friend had taken such good care of her, dealt with her depressive episodes until jo was too far gone to appreciate the help. the other woman had made sure she'd paid her bills and yet josette still headed for disaster. after some words were exchanged, she'd finally made an effort and was determined to get her life back on track. josette was an intelligent individual - at one point she had held a head of department title at a mental health facility just out of town but shed had her doubts about her ability and matthew hadn't helped that; he'd wanted her back in anchorage with him.

"you look lovely." josette nodded as she sat back down and tucked her hair behind her ears. "well, yes. i was thinking about some things you said to me and you make a lot of sense." the woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled. "i'm making a real effort. i got a new therapist actually and my medication seems to be doing the trick so i finally feel confident to drive to places now-" she looked at the wine. "obviously not tonight." josette smiled towards her friend. "you know, i'm just trying to move forward now with my life. you taught me that, well, encouraged but there was so much going on, i failed to listen. i'm sorry for that."

[nightwvlker]

after willow’s untimely death, life had done a three-sixty on both heejin and josette. they had their ups and downs, but josette had it worse, for lack of a better word. jin thought why not help her friend with the bills and the like— it must’ve bit her in the ass, though, because it felt like everything after that came crashing down on them. they exchanged some words recently, and are only meeting for the first time at the ivy. it’s been weeks or months; time was a funny thing. she could only presume the weight josette must have had on her shoulders since everything transpired.

“thanks jo, you as well,” heejin stated with a tight smile, keeping her gaze on her friend sitting in front of her. how was she supposed to tell her that they would no longer be friends after this meeting? internally, it broke her because it seems like she wants to do well for herself... but what would her sister, alicia, think of heejin? if she lets it slide? the thought plagued her mind, uneased by it all. god dammit—jo smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. fuck. she’s going to keep the conversation going for as long as they can, until they parted ways. “i’m glad you—you seem to be doing well for yourself now, jo. i know it must’ve seemed impossible at the time, but keep it up... it’s okay, but i appreciate the apology. you were clouded by grief... and i understand what grief feels like; trust me, or in your instance, does to you. trust me.”

[nightwvlker]

@nxnbinarydracvla with CYREK FAWN !

DATE     ›     3-4 months after their encounter at the winery(?)

LOCATION     ›     the scaredy cat club ft. siren’s call bar.

unannounced and quiet as a leopard on a hunt, heejin made an appearance at the club to speak to her nephew. no, she wasn’t wearing heels but combat boots, and she knew he would be side-eyeing her as if it was going to be the end of the world ... or something urgent. it probably was, but with her handler duties, she could not promise anything—communication would have sufficed, to say the least. an earful was about to come her way, and honestly, heejin couldn’t care less unless the offer was still open. knocking at cyrek’s office door, and without speaking a word, the pink-haired woman opened it and welcomed herself inside, took a seat in front of his desk, and sighed.

[salemhqs]

𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 …

 happy 48th birthday dearest HEEJIN MAE  ,

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[nepcnthes]

@anchoragestarters at last pin standing, CAP 0/6

The pins clattered and toppled over at the end of the lane, the scoreboard lighting up to commemorate the strike that the bowling expert of a mortician had landed. The hobby was one of many decompressors that Tuvia had taken to to cope around the stress of a job where one saw a revolving door of cadavers. It didn't bother them as before, comfortable with the subject matter, but they were an earnest believer that the job alone shouldn't make the person. "Think you can beat that one? It's all in the wrist," they teased their companion, taking a seat in one of the cushy chairs provided for the bowlers. "What are we thinking tonight for the losing team? Loser pays for dinner? A round of drinks?" Though they didn't go overboard with the stuff, they had no problem adjusting to a social atmosphere — placating others had been all part of the job, at one point, regardless of their aim to speak to as little people as possible. "It's looking mighty close to a tie right now..." The bowling alley was otherwise derelict, and recovering from the holiday bustle that shuttered businesses for a good few weeks that weren't grocery stores and shopping plazas. The quietude was a nice buffer, the echo of the balls on the lanes a grounding touch. "Should we call it after this game?"

[nightwvlker]

out of all the hobbies that could possibly exist, and the one that heejin wasn’t good at, it would 100% be bowling. now, why was she here to begin with? her longtime friend, tuvia, was quite frankly an exception... and the handler mindlessly agreed to their little outing. heejin tilted her head, sighing, “nope. i don’t think i can beat that, and you know that already.” the teasing was apparent in their tone, so she swatted their hand. “all in the wrist, huh,” jin mocked him, teasingly, of course. “you know, i might as well pay your dinner and drinks since we know exactly how this is going to end,” she pointed at them, squinting her eyes and had to stop herself from sticking out her tongue. heejin wouldn’t want ANYONE from her line of work to witness her being quite playful ( which was a rare occurrence for the woman ). the ambiance at the bowling alley was undecipherable and it would be the last place you’d ever see her at—over her dead body. “oh, my dear friend, you need to stop lying. though i do appreciate you keeping my ego in check.” heejin chortled and got up to do a poor attempt at a strike, realizing that it was almost only them at the location. “yes,” jin enunciated, without taking a moment to think and messily threw the bowling ball.

[jofms]

closed: the ivy with heejin @nightwvlker

since bumping into heejin last, josette had really put in the effort to try turn her life around. she had picked up more shifts at the cinema, hardly took sick days, found a new therapist just out of time that seemed to be working wonders for her and all of that had managed to make her feel more grounded. the woman hadn't been herself for a long time and only now was she really thinking about the warnings she had from others before she completely broke down. it wasn't that she was proud of pulling it together but she wanted to show heejin she'd taken note so that they could continue to be friends - the other woman had done a lot for her and with her friend roster dwindling, she was even more determined to cling onto the friends she had.

sitting at a table at the ivy, a smile lit up her face as she saw the other woman arrive. standing up at her table, she gave both the woman and the staff member a wave for her to join her. "heejin. lovely to see you." josette definitely looked less dishevelled in her appearance and had even opted for some makeup.

[nightwvlker]

the ivy. french cuisine. meeting josette after a lengthy time ( she wasn’t counting how long but it had been a while ), heejin didn’t know what to anticipate from her friend. she’d convinced herself to keep a distance from josette. it wasn’t because her intentions were evil per se, but because some of her family members suffered, for lack of a better word; she was trying to be the aunt now that she was trying to get more involved. for herself and her late sister. as it is known, heejin’s not all too expressive or affectionate; she is reserved and prefers to isolate herself, so this outing was a step she had to force herself to take.

she walked into the restaurant and asked the host if a josette leighton was there. heejin looked out into the crowd and then at the host, saying, “oh, i see her. she’s right over there.” she gave the staff member a small smile. upon seeing the other, heejin looked rather stunned. “jo. you-you look...different. a good different, by the way.” her appearance was evidently less disheveled. “good to see you, too.” heejin took a seat in front of the other.

[rosfms]

as soon as they had stepped foot in the gallery, rosalind was asking themselves what on earth had made her agree to do such a thing? they were sensitive and the near death experience that they had been subjected to at the art shack had unnerved the young person further. "uh-" they stopped at the announcement that there was no tour guide in front of their group. "i didn't see one go past me." they hastily looked back slowly, determined for their eyes to not play tricks on her - shadows would not move if nothing was there. it was concerning that things weren't as they should have been in this situation. they wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "we're close to the end, right?" it felt like it was too long to go back the way they came. "we should just just finish up as soon as possible, right?" they turned to the nearest person for reassurance. @sxtmefree

[sxtmefree]

“Wait, what?” Nari exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly as she scanned the dimly lit room. The flickering overhead lights cast uneasy shadows on the walls, deepening her unease. “The guide wouldn’t just leave us alone in here, would they?” She felt a chill run down her spine; something about this situation didn’t seem right. Her heart raced, amplifying her nervousness. Turning her gaze to Rosalind, she met her worried expression. “Yeah, if we’re really towards the end of this tour, let’s just get out of here. I don’t like this at all…” Nari’s voice trailed off, her instincts urging her to flee the unsettling atmosphere surrounding them.

[nightwvlker]

all this time, heejin thought there was a guide in front of them. however, the instant the woman noticed that the tour guide was for the group in front of them; well, the woman was annoyed, to say the least. pesor, rosalind, and nari — the kids — had every right to become worrisome about the situation they found themselves in. “so we lost our tour guide is what i’m hearing?” she asked and nodded, slowly taking in the ordeal. “why don’t we go into that one room that way,” heejin gestured down the hallway with her hand, “who knows, we could find a map of a way out of here? or it might be the last room in the tour,” she suggested to the younger persons with her and tried to ease their uneasiness, even if it was just a little. the woman stood behind them, putting them before her. “just in case, i’ll follow from behind if anyone tries to do anything sketchy.” / @b4rredteeth

[a-ghost-with--a-beating-heart]

You appear a little too stunned to speak. The words snapped Nisa out of their trance--maybe they were too stunned to speak. Looking at all the scorched earth that the angry fire had left behind, they could only think one thing, over and over: Ava couldn't have done this. They knew they had to say something--besides, the woman across from them seemed nice enough. "Sorry, I just... I didn't realize the fire had been this bad..." they said, unsure of what else to say. The dancer wasn't usually one to turn to alcohol--that shit just didn't do it for them. No, Annisa had a much simpler vice--a vice they could no longer indulge in. Still, maybe some wine would help steady them, make them less shaky. "What is that you're drinking?" they blurted out. "Like... What kind of wine? It looks good..." Damn, they didn't even sound convincing--but did it really even matter? After all, this woman didn't know them. However, they did wonder what she might know about the fire. There was nothing about her that suggested that she knew anything but Nisa was kind of grasping at straws here. Any information was helpful.

[nightwvlker]

it wasn’t difficult to accept the fact that arson had been committed in this town, but it was foul. it was time to put on a nice facade since she was out and about. it’s not that she doesn’t care but she does. the winery and vineyard belong to a family member - one of her nieces’ properties. it was vexing to see it in its current state. before responding to the young person, the handler drank the wine in one go, without needing to clear her throat. “it is bad. i wish i could get to the bottom of it. get some answers somehow because this is vile.” heejin looked down at the glass in her hand, shrugging her shoulders “oh, it’s rosé. it’s alright but not the best.” she paused. “authorities won’t do shit about this place, sadly.” the woman murmured under her breath.

[heartshcpedkisses]

You are the boss here. "Aw, I can't get enough'a hearing you say that, honey," they teased as they looking up at the other with a set of adoring, gooey eyes that would have had former clients begging on their knees for one date with them, "You're my knight in shining white armor." It must run in the family, the urge to protect and defend their loved ones — as endearing as Anka found it, they also thought it to be incredibly stupid. ( It had earned Haerin a good few ridiculous injuries, and the loss of an eyeball. ) Watching Heejin's extreme care to return the pitchfork where she'd found it, their lips continued to twitch with amusement. The colorful choice of words from their now in-law did not cease to entertain, and they were already performing mental cartwheels on how to return the kind favor. "I think PETA would forgive you for taking down a nuisance to livestock. I've lost good yaks to this thing," the rancher lamented with a sigh, "I think my late husband would'a already planned a stakeout with his shotgun." I might've peeked through the daily newspaper. They sighed, reaching for her hand to lead her toward the homestead. "I guess Sam must'a put her John Hancock on that one, huh? She's real... punctilious."

[nightwvlker]

her eyes rolled with anka’s remark, squinting thereafter. “you love teasing me and it’ll get you in trouble; stop it.” the woman chuckled and was baffled by their next comment. “thank god haerin isn’t here to listen to your shenanigans, but she just might be used to it — but why a white armor?” jin’s curiosity got the best of her, and with all their flattering talk, she had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place. oh yeah, to get to the bottom of a suspected animal. maybe. well, that or she just missed her ex. though she’d never admit it since they parted ways...for good. perhaps she should be carrying the pitchfork around? jin shook her head at the single thought of not embarrassing herself. she’d rather not. “it’s kind of cute that you think PETA would keep tabs on a place like this with the internet lagging and shit... and if it’s a nuisance to your livestock, then it’s a nuisance and must be taken down. like i said, though: not only are you the boss, you’re the leader, too.” the hard-headed handler raised an eyebrow with amusement at carrying around a shotgun, accepting their hand in hers to follow their lead. “well, needless to say, your late husband had the bright idea. i suppose he found it enjoyable, for lack of a better word—oh, samantha, sam wrote it? i didn’t notice since i only read the title. oops.”

[jofms]

despite the odd day, josette was managing to keep up a good routine for herself. the nights always proved a little harder than the days and when she got upset, she'd awake the next day groggy. still, she got herself into her job and it was giving her a sense of connection, something that she felt she so lacked. someone that had always been there for her was heejin - until she wasn't. josette knew that she deserved it after how she behaved yet the other woman's retraction from her hit her hard. the last thing she wanted to do was lose another friend, she was terrified of it after her relationship with dustin had gone down hill rapidly and here she was again - different story, same scenario. "uh, sure." she was still distracted as her eyes darted around the premises. "i'm not really hungry." her stomach was now unsettled. would she be safe with heejin? how the other had turned up straight after she'd seen the note was suspicious to her but if that was the case, would heejin go as far to hurt her? it didn't seem like she wanted to do that considering how she was paying attention to her now. "it's just been a long day." josette couldn't disclose it to heejin, not yet.

[nightwvlker]

cautious. heejin could only be cautious around josette now. she could handle being yelled at, but when it happened from a friend... the woman had to take a step back, forcefully. why did heejin take the time to look after miss leighton? she thought and kept thinking: why did josette SNAP at her in her own home when all she wanted to do was guide her in the right direction? could this be redemption? maybe... no, she cared for alice enough and until the end. “you don’t have to by the way,” heejin cuts to the chase. “if you want to GO HOME, you can. if you want to stop by or not, you can.” if not, she doesn’t mind either way. “i know it’s been a long day, but i fear i have to be straightforward: you can only talk to me if you have endeavored to look for professional help.” in her mind, the handler thought this was a mistake and did not want to get yelled at again.

[pcisxnivys]

Before he could puppeteer his own actions, his eyes were rolling to the side melodramatically, a trait undeniably piggybacked from his brother's stubborn ass. ( The two were opposing sides of the same coin, which he did not care to admit to anyone aloud, should their bloodless relation come back to taunt him. ) Pushing away from the wall, he decided he had well enough of the waiting game outside the bathroom. ( Besides, he knew if he softened his demeanor and bat his eyes a little, his aunt wouldn't be able to deny him tagging along. ) "You are my brother's aunt, too. What do you think the answer is to that?" he poised challengingly, though it lacked any true witticism or hauteur. "I am thirty, not five. If Eliana will worry, there are younger siblings of mine she should fret for much more." The raillery prompted his cheeks to balloon to twice their size, narrowing his eyes as she batted at his arm. At six-foot-one, he was no longer the lacking teenager that hid behind Stella in the school hallways ( he was now actively taller than her by a head and shoulders, ) despite the petite proportions suggesting a gust of wind could knock him through town like a tumbleweed. "I'll get my coat, and we will be off to a fully functional restroom, yes?" Astarion countermanded, smiling charmingly and shuffling back before she could refuse his decision.

[nightwvlker]

if she had the ability to disappear now, she would. one hundred percent —yadda, yadda, yadda— she had to be sociable, get to know the family bunch, wondering why she left south korea (europe included) in the first place, but alas: alaska. that was all that needed to be said, begrudgingly. the handler wasn’t going to answer his partially challenging questions either... or so he thought. the shape of her eyes narrowed, and jin squinted as if she was truly thinking about an answer. “yeah, try again. tell me something i don’t know.” she groaned, “er, you’re not answering my question, so i’ll make you drive it yourself.” while her nephew walked away to grab his coat before she could register what he’d said, she went wide-eyed. heejin had signaled with her hands for him to get his coat, and then she walked away quicker than one could expect and out of the establishment. her footsteps go unnoticed, and no, she was not wearing heels, so it made it quite easier. heejin contemplated whether to leave him behind but she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “if he’s not back in two minutes, i’m a goner.” she moaned, waiting.

[nightwvlker]

HALLOWEEN 2024

heejin mae dressed as CRUELLA DE VIL from 101 dalmatians.

[pcisxnivys]

@nightswvlker at heejin's home in winterwood estates

Astarion felt bent out of shape whenever he was forced to co-exist inside a yawning mansion. Rooms seemed to roll out for miles as the eye could see, and anything that ran the risk of tormenting his psyche in a fragile state was subject to be dismissed as a possibility. Once upon a time, Micah had been set to inherit a grandeur estate like this, and after discussion, the assets left to her in trust of her parents' untimely arrest were met with selling the home for a lump sum. Besides, for a coupling that spent as little time as possible in all but their primary home in Mont-Saint Michel, it was a nuisance to upkeep and hire staffing. ( Adonai only knew what said staff would dream up without being monitored or supervised, anyway. ) To that end, Heejin didn't appear to fit the lavish lifestyle herself — she was like Cyrek, a roughhewn biker-type with the rugged mannerisms that most of his brother's horrible gang took on.

He'd thought of inquiring why she chose to live in a home... so empty, devoid of life and far too broad for the means of one singular human. Hitherto, as he sat at the dining table, it balked in comparison of his intrigue for showing up in the first place. The tattooist waited patiently until he had been served a piping cup of tea before fishing around for an in to converse. "I've been wondering what called you back here," he ventured as he cupped his hands around the ceramic and warmed them. Generally, he ran hot — his doctor had once mentioned it could be due to his schizophrenia, juxtaposing his lymphatic condition. "Haerin has been faring decently well on her own lately. There must be a reason you would wish to vacate South Korea... The pictures I have seen of mother's home are pulchritudinous." Haerin had fostered a gorgeous selection of flowers in her time there. "Would you indulge me?"

[nightwvlker]

heejin’s so-called home in winterwood estates was still empty and unfurnished. the woman was not materialistic in any way. you would only find necessities there— if it was considered a home. it wasn’t. at the end of a stressful day, jin prefers a bed over a couch. if the woman could live anywhere other than alaska, she would; though apparently, she is needed here. she’d just have to lament her way through survival.

oh. this question. the woman guessed that his curiosities were getting the best of him. fantastic. “work,” heejin simply stated. it wasn’t a lie. vacating south korea hadn’t crossed her mind ( it could be seen that way, sure ), though her homeland doesn’t quite fit her lifestyle anymore. she sighed, looking to the side... — astarion and his BIG VOCABULARY. “what do you want to hear? something along the lines of family — well, yeah, that’s one of several reasons.” all that’s on her mind is work. “i’m trying to get close to my family for my sister... as weird as that sounds coming out of my mouth.”