devil in the details.
@ghxlu
she never realized how frequent she visited until she has been driven out more than a mile away from the gourmet at the 8th ward. it wasn’t the restaurant she had frequented either as the main restaurant was in the 10th ward but it was all the more reasons for her to sneak off and stall before she had gives off that same scent of blood. the car moves and ahreum makes herself comfortable as her body leans against the comfy leather seat, stretching out her legs across the open space. ahreum has her bag attached to her, mostly contained a few daggers and a cute bottle of perfume as well as feeling the paper she had stuffed inside, her hit list of which she kept around in order to help her remember.
she doesn’t know long she had kept it a secret, how she felt the discomfort of blood on her hands yet no remorse for those actions. ahreum technically didn’t hate hanging around half-ghouls yet it bothered her how nice humans could be. she even felt enough warmth for another, who wasn’t exactly her friend per say. she couldn’t be honest to madame even if she tried. at least she hadn’t asked her anyway.
but now she decides to do her job but rather differently, different from her normal method. lu han comes to her mind, his name clearly inside her head as she thinks of him. this was probably a dangerous idea, telling him to kill for her a third? forth time like this but it was better him than her. ahreum was glad that he was nice about it despite her being so nervous and intimidated the first time they met. as she was the same with every other ghoul. she stuffs the list in her back pocket after the car comes to a complete stop and she steps off though she was always nervous to sneak around. the eos group weren’t exactly friendly to humans, were they? she forgot.
instead she carefully watches her own surroundings, making sure she didn’t run into anyone she wasn’t suppose to and trying her best to remember where they always met when she needed a favor, a hand. he never had any problems with blood on his hands anyway as a hitman, she thinks. then she spots his frame, closer within eyesight as she walks closer forward. “finally i found you. i thought someone was going to catch on that i’m here.” she pauses, reaching for her back pocket to find the piece of paper that she hid inside, placing it out in front of him. “you’re not busy, right? i need a favor.” she asks, with her sweetest voice.