It’s been Keith’s ritual to go in and out of the record store every 2 weeks, built himself a collection for him to listen to. Perhaps they call it an obsession these days, and it sure did made him the happiest. He’d already have The Smiths in his hand, while something caught his eye. An ABBA one, particularly an album he doesn’t have yet. While he still stuck to his previous choice, he still made his way to check the latter one until the other had their hands on it. “ Hey. That’s a really good one though. Can I… take a closer look ? ” ( @crescentcovestart )
“ i had it first, tuna. ” hyeon can’t say exactly what it is about keith that pulls out the bickering attitude. it’s not like they’re rude to each other, frankly, hyeon refuses to sit by and listen to anyone else bad-mouth the younger one. the familiar doesn’t even plan on buying the vinyl they pretend to read over. they’re half-tempted to carry the album around the store and then put it back, but hyeon turns it over. “ here. i already have super trooper. ” having lived during the height of abba, they bought their version ages ago.
hyeon arches back, stretching their cat limbs out. they shake out their fur before hopping down from the windowsill of the diner. despite not always wanting to partake in the socialization, they liked the ambience of the diner, and it got good sunlight. they brush up against the usual server who chuckles, leaning down to hand them a small paper bag. hyeon grasps it between their teeth and disappears in a wisp of shadow.
the familiar lands on their paws, of course, right outside the mage’s window. although what day hyeon visits might differ, it’s become somewhat habitual visiting blair. what once started out at hyeon checking up on the other person after a rough night turned into weekly visits. they drop the paper sack, letting out a meow, and taps a paw at the glass.
hyeon chews on a toothpick, hands stuffed in their bomber jacket, staring across the street at venom ink. they haven’t stopped by since their friend left. no goodbye, no texts, as if they simply disappeared. call them a sentimental bastard, but maybe they got a little attached to the other familiar. they’d been one of their first friends after settling down in crescent cove. surely, whomever took over the place couldn’t be that bad.
they push off the wall, tossing the snapped pick into the trash. a visible sigh puffs out into the chilling air as they make their way towards the parlour. any other time, they might’ve shadow stepped inside, but hyeon decides against potentially scaring their future tattoo artist. at least the door chimes the same upon entering. at first glance, the furniture appears the same, maybe rearranged. the biggest difference is the artwork decorating the walls — did the walls change color too?
their eyes land on someone working further back, the new owner they presume. something familiar ( no pun intended ) tickles up their spine. they nibble at their lip trying to pinpoint the midnight blue hair, the sharp jawline, who ... “ fuck. ” the second they realize the words didn’t stay in their chaotic mind, they snap their mouth shut. their eyes dart to the side, half-tempted to duck behind the counter. they’ve been in the studio too many times to know damn well there’s no where to hide up front. so, they do the next best thing and shadow steps back outside.
i made a carrd about for hyeon. feel free to check it out! bios are a struggle sometimes, but i wanted to get something up. i was going to re-type it out here ... but alas, i did not. i did make a quick spark notes version below the cut!
hello, hello, i’m onyx!! bringing your friendly neighborhood cat familiar. excited to get to write with everyone! ims are open to pop in and say hi. 🖤
tw: death mention.
hyeon is agender. sometimes they flux a small % male. for the most part uses they/them. but they honestly won’t care if you use he/him or she/her. just refrain from gendered terms like sir, ma’am, boy etc.
hyeon doesn’t know their parents and everything they learned about hell and earth was from the ways of the street. hung around s. korea mostly. spent a lot of years in japan too.
they did try the foster system for a little bit. hyeon ran away pretty quickly. instead resulted to petty theft, pick pocketing, and freeloading as a cat. did end up picking up part-time bartending jobs here and there cause they liked mixing drinks.
hyeon once had a bonded mage, keito, who passed away. they were a ride or die pair and had unspoken feelings for one another. hyeon got to feel both hearts break 💔.
hyeon’s been in crescent cove 8 years ( i was torn on this tbh but for now it’s 8 ). owns jinxed. didn’t miss a chance to name it something funny related to black cats. bartends part of the time, usually chatting with regulars and making new cocktails with punny names.
they’re very chill. charming behind the bar, but in other setting they may seem more bashful. more prone to trip over their words. you’ll do a double take when you see them as a bartender cause you swear it wasn’t the same person.
when they’re not working they’re probably lounging on rooftops, playing drums, or checking out the record store.
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