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if he were recalling it correctly, it had to be some day of this week that was supposed to precisely mark about five entire years since that fateful night, when he’d taken his first choked breath here on earth while laying face first in the pool of someone’s home, his bare physique of an eighteen year old and his soul still as ancient as ever. five years since mother moon had chosen the wrong time to birth him with all of her effort and grace at the very base of the still underlay, weaving the entirety of his being as precise as he needed to be in this current life, with every ounce of moonlight he deserved.
and she’d done a really great job, too, as always. he can always still feel her exquisite presence crawling deep within his veins, much thinner but stronger than blood, soothing away the bottled up anger that blooms with her soft palms as she goes, gently caressing his soul and squeezing him tight in her motherly hold, keeping him together in her wake.
it’s especially during this period of time that he can feel her in every corner and crease of his body, underneath his scales and claws. to some he might be a monster, the nightmare of a child that hasn’t ever dealt with creatures of the past, but to her he is the epitome of beauty, fangs and all. to her he is a blessing, a precious gift given from heaven. she isn’t afraid of anything, for she is the one that people should be afraid of, as silent and serine as she might be. he knows this, he is afraid, too, as much as she tells him not to be. as much as she coos to his ears when he sleeps in the night.
i am here, she would say. you are safe.
and he believes her, because he isn’t afraid of her. he’s afraid for those who oppose her. and those who might lose their lives dare they ever make him afraid for her.
but during these days neither of them worry. she doesn’t allow him to worry. he smiles as often as he could while he pushes through the crowded streets, nodding his head towards staring males and females no matter the age. it’s not like he’s standing out much or anything. it’s just like the usual, because this human body is considered a…great one. very handsome features, ideal portions and muscles. some even follow, thinking he’s a celebrity or something like that, so when he senses that there is someone on his tail, he doesn’t mind it because usually they never do a thing. but after a while when he stops at a nearby ddeokbokki street vendor, his senses settle and he instantly recognizes that small tide of moondrop inside of that particular pursuer. a female, a fairly familiar one, too.
gods, how ironic. the girl from that night. the reason why he regrets his birth.
“five years later and you’re still following me around.” he says while approaching, plate in hand as he chews nonchalantly. she tries to hide even after knowing that he saw her, but he doesn’t buy that either. “what can i do for you today, noona?”
a bump of the shoulder. that’s all it took for her eyes to widen in shock and that rare sensation of fear to pull itself down her veins, almost making her body want to sink to the pits of the ground and wait for something holy to cleanse her. she had felt it before, that awareness that something greater than life itself had touched her; just an inch too. the rest of the puzzle was discovering where that vibe had felt so familiar to her before, that conscious wave of being engulfed into the senses of someone else. or something else. whatever this was.
so her eyes roamed, feet finding a solid position underneath the bench that rested on the side of the street. her appearance was almost as if she was waiting for the bus or someone to meet her, an almost perfect decoy for her intent of allowing her eyes to linger around the anonymous souls that captivated this land. yet, she got nothing. no familiar faces, voices, or anything. she was left to sit in her own pit of darkness that seemed to just become darker and darker while following her quest grew farther from her grasps. she needed answers, she needed to know why every time she sat in that giant pit she felt as if she was being blessed by the finer things in life.
wait, that was it. that’s where this feeling originates from. her pool, the giant pit of crystal clear glistening water that no matter how many times she hired someone to cleanse would always have that feeling enticing her.
it was him. that voice that rattled her mind and caused the thoughts to stop. the stars to fall into their place. answers, they were now in the palm in her hand. except for the one to his question.
oh right, he was that crazy guy. the one she swear had poison running through his veins and walked sternly like a preacher. should holy men even be dressed like that? his shirt was too revealing, that should be some violation of the ten commandments. or who knows, maybe he had to trade clothes for his drug fix. either way, why was he talking to her like some old time friends? how did he know her age? has he been stalking her?
yes, crazy drug addict confirmed.
“i was here first, and you owe me an apology for bumping into me. i thought they teach you manners in christian school.” now she was just being plain stereotypical, but that wasn’t much of her concern. “what can you do for me? well. first, give me the food you were about to get, and secondly go to that rehab clinic i told you about before. i heard it helps addicts.” oh so judgmental hani, you should be going to rehab yourself, try taking your own advice maybe. “how is the druggie life treating you?”
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she had a business meeting. or at least that’s what she told the nosy people who were curious as to where her whereabouts were heading to so early in the work day. and quite frankly, it wasn’t any of their business. she wasn’t there to contribute to their office gossip or tell humorous stories about the atrocious clients she would have to deal with from time to time; she was there to lead them, tell them what to do and raise her voice when it wasn’t completed. she was pretty good about doing that portion of her job; the lying and excuses were just something extra to make her seem more professional and involved.
and where was she going in all actually? to see someone, a certain someone who she described held an aura of maturity and was nothing like those rats she had to work with. he was the cliche set of three: cool, calm, and collected. and ultimately, she adored it.
and when finally arriving at that sacred restaurant her beloved smirk only grew wider, taking notice of how he sat so peacefully when waiting for her late arrival. it was obvious too that she had just come straight from the office to meet him, a more casual form of attire dressing her body that seemed to be a perfect colour coordinated match to the black box she brought as something a little extra. gifts were easy for her to obtain, so she figured why not spoil him a little.
“sorry i’m a little late, the security team was in a frenzy about something but i just couldn’t be bothered by it.” look at her, using manners. “you would think a team of well qualified degrees could be able to block any incoming attacks. they better hope it doesn’t piss my father off too much or he’ll be yelling at them for days.” and there it went, her lips already chattering away at the nonsense that accumulated her day. trust with such information was never an issue with him, after all what could he be storing it for anyway?
“but on lighter news, i got you something.” she was referring to the box that had now been set onto the middle of the table, the 14k gold cuff links resting inside; she figured it would go well with the watch she was planning on getting him next time.
to: @fairrcn from: @profucis
jibber jabber, monotone voices, and fake laughter of females trying to appeal to fellow male coworkers; it was all noise to her. the stretch of the hallway just seemed to get longer and longer, the workers on the sidelines only lowering their voices when her presence emerged in visibility and walked past them. she walked with an aura of power, and ultimately didn’t really care about how they viewed her. she was their superiority in all actually, so the rumours that spread about her could be taken as legitimate for all she cared. sometimes it was fun to play the big bad wolf, she didn’t have to worry about being screwed over or stepped on. no, she would never allow that.
she would never allow that to happen to a friend either-- a legitimate friend that is. for someone who could be as cruel as her it was almost like seeing sunshine on a rainy day when her behaviour was genuine and sincere with an individual. and maybe that was another reason people were staring at her as her heels treaded the maroon flooring of the corporation; besides her was another female, hani’s height making her take the shorter counterpart despite the both of them showcasing heels. the more significance of this scenario wasn’t the fact that she was seen actually outside of her office for once, but for the observation that she seemed to have an innocent interest in the second party: joy, as she was nicknamed to.
her face stayed consistent with positive expressions, wavering between smiles embraced of laughter and snickers at the comments of distaste she would make. you know, distaste at some of the things and people in the room she was telling joy about. “that over there is where they go for the water dispenser.” notice how she said they, it was an obvious separation of herself and the associates of this company. “there’s actually an employee room around the corner and down the hall, but, i thought the cliche giant blue water cooler would be a fun touch to incorporate too.”
and off the pair went, hani’s comments ranging from ‘see that guy over there? he’ll try to hit on you but he has a girlfriend. poor girl is oblivious,’ to ‘this entire block section are quality workers,’ which were remarks that could be heard by anyone in a decent ranged distance, her intent of hiding what she had to say, whether positive or negative being nonexistent. “if anyone tries to pull a fast one on you, let me know. i got you your own office cleared and set up for you near mine, it has luxury accommodations and everything, should we set the room up together? miss financial manager.”
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ahn heeyeon / hani : au muse, with inspiration radiating from eleanor henstridge and cruella devil. seeking development plots and interactions.
day heeyeon: the brains behind the operation, the one that all of the lower positions come to whenever desire leads them to temptation. sometimes generous, and sometimes cruel she leads her work how she deems fit. she is known to drink at the company without any intent of hiding it, she is the ceo’s daughter after all, who was there to snitch on her to? tattle tell on her to herself? that would just be a mockery to get someone fired right off the bat. she is intelligent and only lets it spark when the time is necessary, otherwise relying on other common factors to do the work itself. the thing she is known for the most in the banking industry other than being the daughter of the head man, is her ability to act quick and problem solve.
night heeyeon: simply put, out of control. her logistics: without control. when the facade of the day ends she is no longer forcing smiles for clients and asking them how their day went, no longer pretending to care about the financial status of the company she will one day inherent once married to someone her father approves and believes can incorporate to the success of the company. or as she would say: someone with money that will make them richer. she doesn’t care though, the family aspect of her life is a giant blur of nothing. when she gets the time to herself is when habits truly form, no longer having to pretend to be professional while indulging in her antics. now, in this time, she is free to be the explosive person she truly is. without care, worry, or need, she is reckless.
and don’t get her wrong, she is not the cliche double persona of heeyeon and hani. she is one person that simply wears a crooked mask for a portion of the day, just as a criminal would when hiding their dirty secrets into the depths of their pockets.
The noise is how I breathe. It’s what gets me through the day.
Princess Eleanor, The Royals.
her sweetness leaves a bitter taste to the tongue, almost like a deja vu feeling caging itself at the back of your throat. you’ve seen her before, but where?
are you, A: an individual that is more neutral, can keep to them self respectively while still able to incriminate the joy of having a grand time. B.1: finding yourself getting into trouble, without any means of solving the scenario or plain just don’t know how. B.2: finding yourself getting into trouble, yet can strategize yourself to a calm ending and elude any potential of taking the heat for the risk. C: the play it safe type, the ‘good seed’ who vows to never do nothing wrong, and walks with innocence treading your steps. disapproves of what she finds fun, and can typically be described as a door knob. D: the do good, you’re always the one with the new ideas whether crazy or calm. people typically orbit around you for that warm atmosphere.
then you, A: are someone she would only glance at and not have true intent of developing a friendship with. maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll bask in your presence, but chances are she won’t frolic around you too much unless you allow yourself to try some different levels of fun. B.1: she’ll help you out, problem solving is her forte especially when it brings potential of her gaining control over you or a situation. don’t abuse this though, petty instances cause for major blow ups that she will drag you down for. B.2: you’re probably someone she clicks with well and has no problem befriending. a little friendly competition never hurt anyone, but be warned of extremities it can lead up to in the end. fsu? fsu. C: you’re the person she makes fun of; more so indirectly at just the persona you have in general. she doesn’t see no sense in just living plain and simple, and you most likely wouldn’t match well with her when both individuals were registered. D: she’ll roam in your orbit, yeah, or whatever it is you decide to call it. she’s just there for the fun and the thrill, and maybe to bandwagon on your so-called brilliant ideas. highkey mooch.
the number of times she has been referred to korea’s alcoholic anonymous is merely half the amount of times her father has said no. whether her mother, doctor, or anyone who claims to be of in concern of her obvious drinking problem he always same the same response for such critics: no. and she doesn’t protest either, it’s an ignorance is bliss scenario. if she ignores the concern around her and just follows behind her fathers word-- which she has done for so long, then she’ll be fine, right?
well... technically, no. look, there’s that word again, all connecting itself back up to the cold case scenario: she has a problem. at this point in her life it’s no longer a mental obsession, but rather one that is harming her body. she already has been warned she could ruin her nervous system if such behaviours didn’t evade, yet her belief in planning for the future is invalid. she’s enjoying herself now, that’s all that matters to her.
final result: alcoholic. too young to die yet too stubborn to live.
cancer. that’s what she would describe smart phones in one word; refusing to sink low enough to pocket out money for a device that will probably hurt her later on in life. is it paranoia? no, it’s just common sense. why would you put something you know so little about the internal components of next to your face? plus, take a look at the recent samsung frenzy and how those suckers are catching on fire from left to right. she’s obviously the one with the upper hand in the arguments she has had over the years over the issue. the emitted radio frequency is a form of non-ionizing radiation that lingers in the internal antenna of the device, so there is no way she is going to let something like that near her face. burn them all. step on them all. cell phones are cancer, ban them.
head canon list:
uses a flip phone; smart phones give cancer. ( source )
diagnosed alcohol abuse. ( source )
last updated: 23 october, 2016.
name: ahn heeyeon.
nicknames: hani, heroine, honey.
birthday: 1 may, 1992.
zodiac sign: taurus.
height: 168cm.
weight: fluctuates.
blood type: AB.
education: jiri high school, global cyber university (drop out).
spoken languages: korean (native), english (fluent), chinese (fluent).
appearance: medium to long brown hair with front bangs, distinctive facial features.
taurus trivia, fact or fiction?
Element: Earth. Quality: Fixed. Color: Blue, Pink, Green. Day: Friday, Monday. Ruler: Venus. Greatest Overall Compatibility: Virgo, Capricorn. Best for Marriage and Partnerships: Scorpio. Lucky Numbers: 2, 4, 6, 11, 20, 29, 37, 47, 56.
Strengths: Reliable, patient, practical, devoted, responsible, stable. Weaknesses: Stubborn, possessive, uncompromising. Taurus likes: Gardening, cooking, music, romance, high quality clothes, working with hands. Taurus dislikes: Sudden changes, complications, insecurity of any kind, synthetic fabrics.