even though kihwan is surprised at the question, he doesn’t comment, purses his lips a few seconds in thought before he shrugs. “there are… a lot of ways to take one’s anger out. depends on the type of anger i’m feeling —” there are many occasions he feels the heat bubbling up in his chest after all, sometimes at colleagues, sometimes at rude people on the street, sometimes people from his past. kihwan does his best to channel that, however, it is not chief-like to blow up out of a sudden or act rashly. “if i can’t deal with it, i usually hit the gym — and a punching bag, consequently. working out tires me out, so it helps with the anger. other times, most times, i make plans, i try to figure out a way to solve the root of the problem, let it be one way or another.” that also includes more deeply routed problems as vengeance and bigger plans when it comes to nightbane, but kihwan pointedly leaves that out.
What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?
“You know,” she giggles and looks down for a moment, bringing one of her hands up to brush her fingers through her dark hair, pushing the long strands away from her slightly reddish face as she’s about to confess. “I’ve been spending a lot of time in a library because it’s my disguise job to approach humans right now, and... sometimes, when I’m organizing the shelves, I like to open the books and bring them real close to my face so I can feel the scent of the pages and the ink printed onto them. I don’t know why, but it brings me a feeling of comfort and peace... I haven’t been caught yet, but if I do--- oh, I assure you that it’s gonna be very embarrassing.”
😘 : how does your muse generally respond to being flirted with?
It depends on the person: if it is someone she has an interest on ( be it romantic or just professional ), she’s gonna respond positively, but if it is someone she doesn’t have any interest on, she’s gonna reject the person. She won’t hesitate to say no to someone and ask them to stop trying anything with her. And right now, she has been rejecting a lot of people that aren’t her human preysdue to her ‘relationship’ with the Chief.
😐 : is there any topics of conversation that your muse would try to avoid?
Ahreum doesn’t really like talking about her job at the Noctis Clan. She doesn’t like giving details of how the humans she brings to the clan are treated, how they’re kept captive into the clan and how they’re taken care of. She doesn’t like talking about how she lures the humans, how she conquers their trust and how she betrays them only a couple nights after capture. She likes looking tough and intimidating, but she doesn’t like to brag about the atrocities she has to do to bring blood into the community.
Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?
“It has happened twice before... It wasn’t only me cutting out someone because I really wanted to, it was more... That I had to. If I would have kept thinking about these persons I might have just hurt myself more - it came from their side and it felt like I just wasn’t important enough, so it was better for me to keep distance.”
It’s been a really long time since Ahreum last saw a new face in the Clan --- other than the humans brought by her, of course. She frowns when she sees the stranger walking through the vampires as fearless as he does. She wonders if he is a new member, but she would definitely have heard of him earlier if that was the case. She had to know for herself, which is the reason why she starts taking slow steps toward him.
Her eyes don’t leave the tall figure and her grip onto the small bullet journal --- which she carries with her at all times when checking the humans captured by her --- tightens as she gets closer and closer to the male, her facial expression is serious and there's a slight frown formed on her forehead when she looks up at him. Even with her 10cm high heels.
Ahreum's appearance consists mostly of black dresses and high heels, her dark and black hair always gracing her pale and soft skin --- which she makes sure to maintain exposed as much as possible, and the way the dark locks of silky hair fell over her shoulder was gracious, irresistible. She believes the way she dresses up contributes to the image she has to keep: she’s Noctis Clan’s femme fatale and she does everything in her reach to keep that title exclusively to herself --- and her visage is a huge part of the deal. It’s one of her most powerful weapons. Her charm, and beauty.
She’s always ready to impress.
And with crossed arms, she looks at the stranger straight into his eyes and raises an eyebrow, her head is slightly tilted to the side when she finally speaks to him. Her voice sounds sweet and gentle, always very soothing and quiet, but it could change drastically depending on the color of her irises.
“Have we ever met before, Mr.? I don’t remember seeing your face around the Clan... And I hardly forget new faces.”
There’s something inherently therapeutic about running. The steady beat of his shoes on the track, the whir of the treadmill underneath him, the distant conversation of those around him, every ragged breath from his lips, and his heartbeat in his ears, a steadfast reminded of i am alive i am alive i am alive. Iseul likes it. He likes his mornings at the gym, spent alternating between treadmill and the stairmill with the occasional bounce to the weights. It gives him a routine, and one Iseul is grateful for when the nights are hard and the mornings are harder, and everything sucks so much more in the cold, grey light of dawn.
But what Iseul likes best about his morning gym dates is that he shares them with Haneul.
As far as people go, Haneul is….okay. Iseul get along well enough with most individuals. He’s polite and respectable and smarter, and while he’s a far cry from the boy you would want to take him to meet your parents, adults tend to like him more often than not because of that keen intelligence and sharp eye. In that same way, he gets along well enough with Haneul. Over the time they’ve known each other, Iseul has seen Haneul’s intelligence, and his wit. But he’s also seen Haneul’s ability to hunker down and bear the worst of the storm before moving on with his life. He’s a fighter, stubborn and steadfast. And despite the secrets Iseul is keeping -- and the secrets Haneul thinks he’s keeping from him -- Iseul considers Haneul somewhere up at the top of the list of people he enjoys and appreciates.
That being said, Iseul has known Haneul a couple years now, long enough to have gotten a feel for the other male’s habits and quirks, and definitely long enough to know that there’s something weighing heavy on Haneul’s mind. Just what it is, however, Iseul isn’t completely sure of. Yet.
Without breaking strike, Iseul casts a furtive glance at the treadmill next to his, brow furrowing when he catches sight of his friend. There’s something off about Haneul. It’s not obvious, nothing that could clue in someone that didn’t know exactly what they were looking for. But Iseul likes to think he knows Haneul well enough to see the tells. More than that, he likes to think he knows Haneul well enough to get the truth of the matter.
“Hey,” he says after a moment, turning his head now and slowing the speed of his machine enough that he can talk without a jarring space between the words. “You okay? You’re….” Iseul searches for the word, the one that explains exactly what he’s seeing, a word to explain his concern without coming across as too nosy, but nothing comes to mind. All he can come up with is, “quiet. You’re quiet today. Did something happen?”
