The Night Falls

my teeth will sink in every inch of you...and you will fall.

[obshakyeon]

; interviews suck

[obshakyeon]

@obsyein:

Satisfied with his mental solutions, Yein finally managed to stop prattling nervously on. He had a purpose now. Even if Hakyeon-nim didn’t hire him, he’d still offer some gentle suggestions to the man, before he departed.

"You shouldn't downplay your talents, Yein-ssi. You're quite talented," Hakyeon said as he led Yein back towards his office. The walls of the gallery were high, peaked into tall ceilings with twinkling lights above. If anything, Aspect Ratio was beautiful – atmospheric – just the way Hakyeon liked it. Any windows at Aspect Ratio appeared to be décor as much as the paintings on the walls, stained and frosted glass that didn't let too much true, natural light through.  "I am here seven days a week," Hakyeon explained, "This is, at the heart of it, my child." His smile was kind, but still very placid.

 Holding open the door for Yein, Hakyeon followed behind into the back corner office that he called his own. The furniture was dark, walnut wood that soaked up any of the fluorescent light from the overhead lights. It, also, called attention to the lack of natural sunlight with the lack of windows to the outside world. Hakyeon rounded his desk and sat, flipping through his papers to Yein's application and resume. "Please have a seat," Hakyeon said with another calming smile, "So to start with, Yein-ssi. I do appreciate you coming out here for an interview. Can I ask where you had heard of my gallery? What drew you to apply here?"

[odminsung]

vivid.

[obshakyeon]

@obshyerin:

“do you mind my asking why you were meeting her that day?”

Hakyeon didn’t like the DSEM for many reasons, this man’s whole posture was a good enough reason Last thing he needed was DSEM sniffing around his gallery when he has weres working the front office. The thought alone made his head hurt, but he attempted to hide his distaste for the officer. He didn’t really wish to talk to him, but it would be better to deal with it and hopefully let them hunt around someplace else.

 “Han Minseo,” Hakyeon rolled the name over in his month as he spoke, trying to remember. Sometimes humans all sort of blended together into a tapestry of mediocrity. There was rarely anything special about his clients, unless they were artists who had caught his attention. On the other hand, the buyers never truly stood out to him. They were either young aesthetes who had too much education and too much money or they were older, intellectual types who wished to recapture beauty in their own lives again. It really was nothing notable about any of them in the end – they all came and went as they pleased.

 “Han Minseo-ssi,” he brushed his hand over his lapel as he gestured towards the recorder as he nodded, allowing the officer to record him, “She was interested in a sculpture by Jung Ilhee. She came by that Wednesday to discuss logistics and payment.” He frowned as he rubbed his chin, “I think it was around 7:00-ish when she had left, but she seemed fine when she was here.”

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mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

@obsjieun: 

“People like you?” she asked immediately, almost dropping her cards in her haste to hear more. What were people like him? What did that mean, exactly? She looked at him eagerly, before realizing herself. She sat back in her chair and looked away, trying to look aloof and somewhat sexy. That was the character right? She was prying too much, now, she knew it. “What does that mean, exactly?” she asked, the words tumbling from her lips, despite her efforts to keep them from doing so.

Even in the touch of the shop’s lights, there was something unnatural about Hakyeon. It was slight, almost unnoticeable, but there was something frozen about him. As if someone pressed pause on his life, but the signs of a tired soul was still present in his eyes -- seen too much, known too much. The witch gave him too much to think about, uncovering skeletons that he couldn’t quite hide and just the touch of old hurts that still lived in his bones.

He brightened a little when she asked about his gallery. He reached into his jacket’s pocket, pulling out an embossed, brass and leather business card holder as ornate and intricately put together as the rest of his appearance. With a click, he opened it and slid a dark business card across the table to Jieun. “Aspect Ratio,” his voice was proud, “I am the owner. We’re very well established in the art world, feel free to come by.”

He did not want to make the girl uncomfortable, but she started to lean in closer to him. He could pick up the sound of her pulse, the thump of her heart. It was good that he actually fed recently, because it was so tempting to just reach out and take. Hakyeon breathed out when she finally moved back, adjusting his tie to compose himself. When she asked, Hakyeon looked at her with serious eyes before he smiled. “Oh dear,” he didn’t mean to sound so amused, but it was hard to hide. “I’m a vampire, of course.”

[obshakyeon]

; interviews suck

[obshakyeon]

“It’s…it’s–a turtle. My turtle? Well your turtle now. I mean if you want it to be your turtle? I carved it. The tortoise is longevity–well in daoist art it is. But other art too. I’m sorry you already know all that right? I just wanted to give you something. This should have been an elephant for luck, strength and power–but my chisel slipped and chipped off the trunk. I started over…and well now it’s a turtle.” He dropped another bow–one less likely to end in his hair giving the floor a good sweeping.

“Please, please. Hakyeon is fine,” Hakyeon told him with a soft smile, “It makes me feel old when people speak to me so formally.” There was life to this boy. Life that was refreshing for him to even be near. He seemed far too kind and eager, but Hakyeon admittedly always seemed predisposed to people like him. He took a moment to look him over -- bleached hair, bright eyes, nervous posture. Youth like him filled the city, but not many wished to grace his gallery.

Hakyeon gave Yein the time to speak, standing back with his arms folded primly in front of him. His gaze was heavy, but he had to bite the sensitive skin of his inner cheek to keep from smiling or letting out a chuckle. He was eager, he could give him that alone. The smile finally cracked when Yein held his hands out, the little turtle sitting in his palms.

“How beautiful,” Hakyeon said softly, reaching out to take it from Yein’s hands. His long, cold fingers brushing Yein’s warm palms as he plucked it from his grasp. “You have a talent for sculpture and for words, Yein-ssi,” Hakyeon’s charming smile was back as he spoke, “Please follow me. I’d love to talk to you privately. And...please. Do relax. I will not bite.”

[odminsung]

vivid.

[obshakyeon]

hyerin takes out his wallet before he’s even finished introducing himself, showing the man his dsem badge. “park hyerin. i’m assuming you must be cha hakyeon, owner of the gallery?”

Hakyeon was proud of Aspect Ratio, almost like the entire place was his own child. It meant so much more to him to have pride in something after all. It took a lot out of him to keep this place going without a hitch. It required finesse and ease to be social, grease palms and coax people into purchases. When sales were done, he still got a rush that he was able to see art out into the hands of someone who felt something for it.

He currently was working on parting with one of his current favorites -- a beautiful scene of blues and silvers that evoked feelings of yearning. The artist was a friend, a gentle soul who seemed to paint every feeling at once. Getting this woman a sale and supporting her work would be the goal of tonight.

The customer was hesitating, but Hakyeon gently gave a nudge with his honey smooth voice. His hand finds her elbow as they speak, but now he’s alerted to something. Someone in his gallery. Their scent was human, but had that undercurrent of warded magic. It wasn’t a surprise as he agreed to the buyer and turned to face a DSEM agent. They always had a smell.

“Yes, I’m the owner,” Hakyeon said, critically eyeing the man in front of him, “What can I do for you?”

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mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

@obsjieun​

It was The Tower. Jieun looked at him, uttering dumbstruck. A sign of misfortune right after a sign of good fortune? Her hand curled into a fist and she pulled it out of sight. She had rarely felt so frustrated with a reading. Why did everything keep appearing in contradictions.

 “You… are very difficult to read,”

Hakyeon leaned in, his eyes also on the other unturned cards. He wondered what she saw in them, if something spoke to her that he hadn't sensed yet. The conundrum he laid in front of the witch clearly bothered her. He happened to have that effect on people, if he admitted it. He propped his chin up on his hand with his elbows on the table, lifting his gaze to focus on Jieun.

When she spoke again, he froze like ice ran through his veins and solidified in the arteries. She hadn't meant to tread across that minefield of memories, but the cracks could still be felt no matter how delicate a touch. "Oh," his smooth, soft voice was gone in place of a restrained tone as if he was choking on his own words, "Well. Death and I have known each other well." If it was an attempt at a joke, there was no humor to it.

 There still was a long pause of silence as she had flipped over The Sun. He had to sit back in the chair, smoothing out the lapels of his jacket as he watched her. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she explained. "That's good at least," Hakyeon said with a soft laugh, "My gallery will have better fortune than I will."

 He tilted his head to the side as the next card was flipped. By the looks of it, Jieun was displeased with the next card that came from the deck. "I've heard from many people that I'm difficult," he almost sounded amused this time, even at the touch of misfortune, "I guess it all balances out in the end, doesn't it? Immortality, but consistently struck with tragedies sounds…about right for people like me."

[obshakyeon]

; interviews suck

@obsyein

Hakyeon dragged his hand down his face, pulling at his features as he groaned. He couldn't stand looking at resumes. He couldn't stand having to pretend to give a shit when all he really wanted was to hire the first kid who walked through the door, yell at him to find him blood, and then rest in his bed with a cool compress over his eyes. It was so hard to find good help these days. The last girl he hired was an aggressive sort of fae, belligerent and demanding. He wiped her memories and left her on a park bench, but really. His feelings were quite hurt about the whole thing.

 He even offered a 401k and flexible scheduling. It shouldn't be this hard to find someone willing to work.

 Most would find it unusual that Hakyeon was even looking to hire someone rather than create thralls to do his bidding. Every old vampire seemed to love using thralls, he assumes for the lack of having to file taxes for them. It just wouldn't work with the gallery, he figured, it would just be a neon sign there was something wrong with this place to have glassy eyed thralls wandering around. He preferred people he could actually talk to. Someone he could actually trust to manage while the sun was up.

 He generally was very careful about where he left ads for hires – usually at witches' shops on pinned boards. It seemed to draw in supernaturals better that way then putting it on the internet or Craigslist. He tried that once – it didn't go well.

 Hakyeon looked at his watch, sighing as he shuffled papers again. He had an interview that should be here. He preferred to make them wait, only so he can take a moment to really read over the resume. The interview was unusual enough to be taking place so late into the evening anyway. He stepped out of his office, heading to the front as he looked down at the resume. "Sobong Yein-ssi?" he looked up, smiling politely as he bowed, "It's nice to meet you. I am Cha Hakyeon, owner. Thank you for coming in tonight."

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mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

@obsjieun​

The first card dropped to the table without a sound and Jieun couldn’t help herself. She gasped. Death lay staring at her. A skeleton clad in armor, astride a white horse.

“Death,” she whispered.

The way she looked over the crystal ball made Hakyeon smile, his finger tracing around the rim of his tea cup. He couldn't help but smile back when a bright smile illuminated her face as he made a noise of agreement before he said, "I'd rather hear the truth than have someone attempt to placate me. It's kind of you to be professional about this."

 He willingly slid the teacup to Jieun, their fingers brushing for a second. His hands almost radiated a chill in comparison to how warm Jieun was. The change in her expression was noticeable as the smile drifted from her face. He glanced over at the cat that prowled around the edges, close enough to be safe. Hakyeon brought his gaze back to her, his smile still gentle as he ignored the look of worry on her face, "I've told her for years how she should dial back the theatrics, but I think most people like it. Magic is much more interesting to regular people when it's gussied up a bit."

 Hakyeon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he tried to also peer into the teacup as if he knew what he was looking for. When she mentioned immortality, he raised an eyebrow at her as she spoke. At least he's supposed to live forever? That's good that she didn't see a sudden hunter death in his teacup. He sat back, watching carefully as she flipped her tarot card. A quick flash of regret ran through him at the look on her face, he hadn't really come out here to frighten anyone. It took a moment before he spoke again, "Well. I guess Death isn't the best card to get."

[obsmin-blog]

─ exchange.

[obshakyeon]

@obsmin

“Hello?” he calls in a low voice, not seeing anyone nearby; honestly, he doesn’t even know if the place is properly open, or if Hakyeon left the door open for him. Minkwang is not exactly an fine art gallery kind of person—he could be more likened to lazy graffiti, if anything.

It was beginning to look like a good idea to sell off the gallery and make a run for it, before this entire powder keg of a city blows. Hakyeon pinched the bridge of his nose, looking closely at the news articles on his iPad. It seemed like every day there had been something happening. He didn't really get what a "blog" was, but they revealed names of supernaturals on their internet pages. It was said to be retaliation for the death of the wrong fae.

 Retaliation always was a bad sign in livelihood. Next usually came riots. It reminded him to make sure his insurance for the gallery was up to par as he noted it down on a pad of yellow legal paper by his side. All this business made him wish he was made of stronger stuff – someone who knew what to do or how to make it all work out. His Master had that ability to turn the chaos around them into some order, at least to spin it in a way that'd work in their favor. Now, Hakyeon just worried about bills and staff and was as vulnerable as any other person.

 That wasn't true completely, Hakyeon reasoned with himself. If there was anything he prided himself on, it was he was still able to get information when he needed it. The sound of the door swinging open and steps on marble floor reminded him of that fact. He pushed his chair back and rose to his feet, heading out of his office to greet his 'guest'. Minkwang, as usual, was all edges and paranoia, but Hakyeon still smiled like he was greeting an old friend. "Nice to see you again, Minkwang," Hakyeon said easily, "It's been awhile."

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i. aphrodite

[obshakyeon]

@ i. aphrodite | @obsyeong

When Yeong stopped in front of the board, grabbing a hold of it with both hands, he finally noticed a presence. Freezing, Yeong breathed in deeply, catching a familiar scent which he couldn’t yet place but was in between categories. The familiarity of the scent kick-started Yeong’s heart into a rapid pace and had the beast-blooded man drop the board before twirling around on the spot. Feline eyes peered into the dark, the look in them expectant. He knew the presence that had made itself known. The scent which belonged to someone Yeong had grown tentatively closer to the past few years. Someone Yeong thought he was comfortable with and who accepted his quirks for what they were. That person was named Hakyeon, another hairless, skinny being with a pretty face who was similar to him but very different. But it didn’t matter to Yeong, because it also hadn’t mattered to Hakyeon who he had been and was. “H-” Yeong started, his voice hoarse from disuse. A pink tongue peeked from plump lips and licked them, ignoring how chapped they felt. Clearing his throat, Yeong tried again. He wondered if Hakyeon would be as proud of him as Minsong was whenever he spoke. “Hakyeon,” the man with unruly hair said in a wispy voice.

There were some nights that a person just needed to get out.

 When Hakyeon rose to the gripping feeling of anxiety wrapped around his throat, along with the insidious whisper of need. It took all of Hakyeon's willpower to keep from clawing at his skin, digging nails in and pulling out muscles and veins to stop the other hunger crawl through him. Blood was one thing, bloodroot was another. It clung to him – no matter how long it seemed since he last touched it. The whisper was always there, taunting his loneliness and anxiety with the thought of relief that came with incoherence.

 The thought of dealing with the public tonight made him feel sick. Dressed in black and ducking his head, Hakyeon slipped out the back door and into the still bustling streets. He couldn’t bring himself to care about his staff or work when his whole body felt like it was strung together with little tethers. That with one small pull he would be in pieces. It was easier to leave – to flee from his own home like he could distance himself from his own thoughts. The city was still alive, breathing, and he could hide within its confines of masses.

 He passed brightly lit shops with neon signs, gaggles of university students that walked in groups with arms loaded with bags. It was funny really, how the world continues to turn and go on. It was ever evolving while he was in a state of ennui that never changed. The fact the world keeps turning as supernaturals lived and died on the splash pages of newspaper covers that he saw an old man reading, passing over the bold headlines of the execution for the sports pages. The confronting weariness of human life cause Hakyeon to sigh as he continued to move through the city.

 The streets had grown so familiar after so many years of pacing the growing city. Wistfully, he looked at a building that he remembered being a lovely boutique, now boarded up with a for sale sign. He missed when things were simpler – of course he was very uncomfortable with the Lord and the Queen, but there was some form of rules then. He never did well in times of upheaval.

 Turning the corner, he found himself on a familiar street and could see a familiar form down in front of a café. The broad back and hunched shoulders were familiar – same with the presence that the other held. It had been awhile since he came by to see Yeong, but everything felt familiar and soft like greeting an old friend. He was always careful with his approach, steps just a little louder so Yeong could track him. It took time for them to learn how to approach each other without the nerves and wariness of wondering when the other would strike. His lips curled into a smile – soft and radiating warmth as Yeong spoke. There was something so young about him that just allowed Hakyeon to feel at ease, like he was the only one who never attempted to be false with him. "Yeong," he greeted, "It's good to see you again. Are you closing for the evening?"

[obshakyeon]

1, 22, 39~!

1. What does their bedroom look like?

When Hakyeon says he lives at Aspect Ratio, it’s not a lie. One of the additional storage rooms has been turned into something of a studio apartment for Hakyeon. Technically, it’s illegal and against zoning laws, but when has a vampire cared about city code. About 500 square feet that includes a bathroom, but no kitchen cause he’s not eating and he doesn’t host. Employees have a fridge in the breakroom and he’ll just store things in there that need it.

Hakyeon didn’t go out of his way to change up what is technically just an offshoot room of temperature controlled storage. White drywall, concrete floors, no windows, and florescent lights with his door being heavy, metal and can be locked. He’s very careful about decorating -- all pieces on the wall have been commissioned by him and are some of his favorites. All of them are surprisingly very simple city or land scapes in daylight with a focus on sunshine.

One side of the room is set up as his personal office -- dark oak desk, ipad dock, desk chair with a small two seater couch nearby. Large dark fur rug. A few personal momentos -- old faked passports, ticket stubs, flyers, a collage of memories on the wall by his desk. It’s very sentimental.

His bed is spectacular -- king size (193 cm × 203 cm) with a wrought steel frame. His current count of pillows is about 10? And two heavy comforters in navy blue. It does take up most of his room, but it’s basically where he curls into a little Hakyeon ball and doesn’t move for hours.

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Hakyeon is an artist, or he was. A lot of it had seemed to fall to the wayside as he has aged out of dislike of his own skills or The Depression and The Addiction Problem. However, he really can’t stop himself when he’s given nothing else. He’d start small -- sketching shapes in the margins. Then they become shaded shapes. Then he’d probably have spiraled into drawing as many different things as possible.

Or, likely, he would have filled the paper with spirals.

39. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Drinking someone’s blood.

Besides that! His gallery is his number one recharge. He likes to sit in the quiet areas after the place is closed, looking at displays and thinking. 

If not his gallery, he likes live theater. It’s not something he usually partakes in as often as he wishes, but live music or live theater are very important to him. Then the simplicity of nature, he walks through parks or takes time to go out towards the marina to watch the water. 

[obsjieun-deactivated20171018]

mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

@obsjieun

“It’s Jieun, but keep that between us if you ever see me here,” she whispered conspiratorially, immediately burying her nose in her book to both hide her face and check on the meaning of the usual shape that was now dancing in her vision of the crystal ball.

The stock Hakyeon really put into fortunes was minimal. He hadn't actually touched any magic or close to it until after his rebirth into the supernatural. Long before that, the most Hakyeon had seen was old wives tales of predicting genders of babies and getting rid of bad luck. None of it held stock once you die, Hakyeon had found. He didn't wish to sound bleak, but there was truly nothing to look for in a future after living this long. However, he gazed at the crystal ball as Jieun did as if he could see something within the surface himself.

 "Tragic to me," Hakyeon said, fingers tracing around the rim of the tea cup, "It's never very truthful. Trying to make things sound better than they are." The lying always stuck out to him about fortune tellers, even the good ones didn't want to break the news of anything dark hinted in his future. It fell into categories of lies or half-truths. Either they didn't know what to make of it and lied or saw something and never spoke the real parts. Fortunes only favor the living, not the dead.

 Hakyeon watched Peppo stalk across the table, his hackles raised by the scent of Hakyeon. He didn't mean to laugh, but a little huff passed his lips as he watched the cat move on with an agitated flick of his tail. "Jieun is much better than Odessa," Hakyeon told her, a smile spreading across his face, "I won't tell a soul. I never really got why she always requested you girls to have the names. Is it for security or just theatrics?"

 He lifted the tea cup again to his lips, but his hands shook on the way to place his cup back on the saucer. There was a slightest flinch, before he curled his hands into fists and pressed his nails into his palms. Steady breath. "So," he sat back, "Am I in for misfortune, dove?"

[drlelandsoffice]

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Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[obshakyeon]

the hunger | solo

Aspect Ratio had a veneer of wealth and style with carefully molded glass lighting and intricately laid designs. That's why the rich seemed to flock to Aspect Ratio for their charity auctions and hobnobbing. The way the glass doors were opened by employees in tailored outfits, champagne in glass flutes on trays making their way across the floor, and the soft music of a piano player. People mingled, chuckling and passing business cards between new quintessences.

Under the veneer was a scent of blood.

Blood that Hakyeon was drinking from the slow flowing wound on the woman in his arms' neck. He didn't remember her name -- he rarely cared to, but she was beautiful. He had the look of a fine bachelor dressed in navy blue tonight with a smile that crinkled up the corners of his eyes. The beauty always lured them in. It had become easy. So easy.

He remembered when it wasn't easy, even when he fed from those he hated. He tore out the throat of one of the soldiers that stepped on his neck when they wrestled him out of his home. He cried -- broken and shocked when he saw his brutality, but also for how much he didn't care that he killed him. His Master said the hunger and death would become his companions in time. He would welcome them.

He still hated it.

This is why he was gentle, setting her down on the couch in his office as he busied himself with potions to close wounds and tipping back between her lips for reguvinating her again. The haze was lifting from her eyes, that spark of fear rising, but he shushed her with a gentle finger to her lips as he caught her eyes. Hakyeon would make her forget, letting the memories pass into a nightmare with the bare sliver of a scar where his bite was.

He stroked the woman's hair, soft and calming as the fear faded away. "You've drank too much," Hakyeon told her softly, "Dear, you should really go home. I've called you a cab." The murmur of confused agreement as she sat up, his hands helping her up as he lead her to the door.

It didn't have to be darkness and fear. It didn't have to have him horrified at his own hands.

The hunger would always be a shackle, but he would not drag a soul down with him.

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mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

@obsjieun​

“I should be honest, I will do much better if I know your first name, please,” she told him, pushing the teacup towards him. “Also, drink that while I consult the crystal ball. Tea leaves are far more accurate, but it is best to use multiple mediums for increased accuracy,”

The amusement radiated off of Hakyeon as he watched the girl stammer to cover for the other witches. He didn't stop her from rolling out excuses, but he already knew. There had been many who came through these doors and not every witch was alike, even if this Odessa would love to believe in her fellow witch. He took the other offered potion as he flashed another sharp smile at her, "No need to rush."

 Taking a step forward, Hakyeon looked down to see the cat poke its head out from under the table. A familiar. He didn't care for witches' familiars or pets in generally, really why he would love to keep weres out of his gallery. They seem to always shed and these suits are dry clean only. Carefully side stepping the cat, he sat in the offered seat and set his new potions to the side of the table. "Mm," Hakyeon nodded slightly as he crossed his legs, sitting back against the strong back of the chair, "It's been years however. I don't usually put much stock in fortunes. Mine have always been…tragic."

 He eyed the cat as he jumped up on the table, sniffing the air around him. Familiars always could sense something was wrong with him. He always smelled heavy – like death was right on top of him and the copper touches of blood that always seemed to linger. He reached out to let the familiar sniff the tips of his fingers as almost a challenge, let her know what she let into her parlor. When she approached again, he smiled and took the offered tea cup.

 "Hakyeon," he told her, lifting the cup to his lips for a sip. Tea tasted like nothing anymore. The smell was comforting, like the smell of some potpourri, but the heat and taste passed through him. He put the cup back down on the saucer carefully, "If we're exchanging names, am I allowed to know your real one, Odessa?"

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mind’s eye | hakyeon

[obshakyeon]

“Yes, Madame,” Jieun replied and when the older woman had left, she looked back at the customer with a warm smile.

“So, your fortune?”

Hakyeon could freely admit this is why he chose this shop in particular all those years ago. They had an aesthetic that they stuck to. It wasn't a very good aesthetic, but he could always approve of those who had convictions to their artistry. The flowy gowns, the careful displays, the pseudo-rustic décor? It was adorable really. If anything made him like witches, it's when they stuck to the crunchy, woodsy aesthetic. Anything to really add theatrics to their life.

 "I usually try to pick up more than one," Hakyeon told her, "How many do you already have made in the store? But if you don't have many prepared, I can be back for them." He stopped when she offered the potion for free for a fortune. He didn't mean to be cruel, but he couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in his throat. Fortunes weren't useful for people like him, usually people with pulses and things to live for wanted to know the future. "My fortune?" he questioned her, "I'm not sure that'd be a fair exchange."

 He turned to look when he heard someone come out of the backroom. The Madame earned a smile and a wink, even if she seemed mostly apathetic to him. She always played hard to get. He leaned against the counter, looking at his nails as he listened to them speak. "I take it the quality of this one isn't the best, which now makes sense for the offer," he said casually, leaning on his elbow as he critically eyed this Odessa. "If you can promise me good quality the next time, then we can make a deal," Hakyeon hummed a little thoughtfully, tapping his chin as he mulled it over, "I haven't had my fortune read since I was in San Francisco." He didn't add in it was 1969 and the lady that did his fortune was swimming in LSD that he doesn't really remember much after feeding on her.

 "All right," he nodded, "It's a deal. Fortune for potion."

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