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jeonvas‌:

     in theory, coming back from the dead had to be to be simpler than faking one’s death, yet again, jeon hadn’t gone through the first process just yet. he guessed a few people had already realized it was indeed their late leader who walked through the doors of the noctis headquarters, but the vampire was quite sure they were too stunned to do anything just yet. as it stood, there was only one person he wanted to see first, and quite understandably, it was his dearest wife. he had little clue about how she handled it — of course, being as vain curious as he was, he had checked up on the news a few days ago, but they always added too many tears and too little reality, so it was difficult to know how go ara was doing.

   which was why he took the elevator to the highest floor, walk through the familiar corridors towards the main office and knocked on the door a few times before opening it. there was a grin on his face, genuinely looking forward to see her — it was only natural he missed his wife, after all, they had been married for a millennium, one way or another. “hello there —” a smooth voice let out, walking inside. the man clad in a suit advanced forward in the room after he had closed the door, and he couldn’t help but hold his hands on both sides to signify that he was back, and he was quite looking forward to her embrace.

    however, the shock in her face… easily made it clear that she had fallen for the game a lot further than he had thought. of course, he couldn’t include anyone in his staged death, but seeing her so… upset was enough to pull jeon’s own heartstrings. even though their relationship had its downs and ups ( mostly downs lately, but his point remains ), he cared for her immensely.

    “it’s me, darling —” jeon spoke, taking a step closer to her, the faux frown that had appeared on his face turning into something more genuine. “it’s not a cruel prank, sweetheart, it really is me.” when he was close enough, he put a gentle hand on her arm, fingers squeezing slightly as he tried to make eye contact. “come on, ara, look at me —” after a pause, he switched to old korean, a term of endearment in a language he spoke to her since the day they had met. “it’s me, my dove —-”

his voice was velvet and angelic. it was one that her ears never thought that she hear again. and it was speaking the sweet nothing’s that she had heard in her dreams. this was so overwhelming. his touch broke the thread of composure that she held.

she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, still feeling as if this were too good to be true. “my love,” her voice broke as chest broke with a small sob. she quickly stood from her seat and wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest the same way that she had always done.

when he was suddenly gone it had made her one thing she had never been; alone. she had never had to face the world without someone by her side. the widow had spent a millennium with her husband; accustomed to his presence and guidance always being there. holding him in a way that she thought she’d never be able to do. “why would you leave me like this?”

after a moment she pulled away, just enough to look over the features she recognized to well. even at the lowest point in their marriage she had never thought about living a life without him. living that reality hurt. even their complicated and, even a little broken, relationship had for better or for worse  shaped her into who she was today. it felt as though he had an advantage. he could remember a time where he lived without her, but she had never had to live without him.

she sniffled and wiped her watering eyes with a shake of her head. she was truly at a loss of what to say. there was so much, but how was one to begin when the dead come walking in your door. ara was starting to recall all of the decisions that she wasn’t entirely sure that jeon would approve of; minor decisions within noctis, getting an apartment with aesin... things that just seemed too hard to keep from someone as clever as jeon. those were conversations for another time.

“why did you do this? why didn’t you tell me?”

dearly departed || ara & jeon

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vasaesin‌:

@ara-vas

If Aesin could laugh about it, she definitely would, because the whole thing just seemed too obscure. Maybe she had been cursed at birth or the vampire-turning-thing had cursed her; a probable thing. Maybe it was just her own being in general that just attracted all of the worst case scenarios. 

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ara felt a warm smile spread across her features as she felt the gentle kiss press against her cheek. her eyes opened lazily to meet the sweet gaze of aesin’s. “good morning, beautiful.” a groggy voice replied. she leaned up a little to press a tender kiss to the other woman’s lips. 

ara was a master of her own emotions, but a pathetic novice of other’s. she could understand and know how to voice how she felt with conviction and maybe some exaggerated honesty. opposite side of the coin she was lost. she could read other’s emotions, but didn’t always know how to react to them. this entire... incident with jeon faking his death had shaken everything. she was honestly surprised that aesin didn’t just absolutely drop her. it’s what she expected, and while she was happy to still have aesin still in her arms, ara still had trouble understanding just why she still lingered here.

her eyes winced as she noticed the early morning sun peeking through the curtains. “it’s early.” she looked over aesin’s features, tucking hair out of the way behind her ear. the vampire scooted herself closer and searched her features. “did something wake you?”

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vasahreum‌:

Her smile gets wider after Ara’s comment and she makes her way inside the house quietly, turning around to face her friend shortly after the other woman closes the door. Ahreum opens her arms for the widow and waits for a hug that she knows the oldest of the two might be in need of, and so her arms wrap around Ara’s frame tight as a reassurance that she is not alone. She has Ahreum, a loyal friend she can always count on.

Once the hug is interrupted, Ahreum reaches for one of Ara’s hands and squeezes it softly and placing the blood bag she has brought over the other’s palm. “I brought this to cheer you up a little bit… It’s from one of our sweetest batches, I tried it myself. I know it’s not enough to make you feel better or more relaxed, but it might help a little bit. As far as I know, you haven’t eaten in a while, Ara… I’m worried.”

And with that, still holding Ara’s hand Ahreum leads the woman to the nearest seat, making herself comfortable next to her friend as she breathes deep, preparing herself for the conversation they are about to have. She doesn’t want to stress Ara even more. “I just met the boy. How are you feeling, my dear?”

ara glanced over the bag in her hand and looked back up to her and gave the other a warm smile. “you’re far too sweet.” she sighed with sincerity as she pulled her in for a short hug. ahreum was so caring and reliable for ara. she felt as though ahreum was a sense of stability for ara; her rock. “you don’t need to worry,” she reassured. the last thing ara wanted was anyone worrying over her.

ara held the other’s hand as she started to dive into her reasoning of being there. the nuisance. the mistake. let out a slow sigh as she shook her head. “i’m stressed and overwhelmed. this boy is nothing but an annoying.. obnoxious inconvenience. and i don’t trust his intentions. he seems too well aware of the power of his father.” she winced. even saying the phrase made her appallingly sick. “damn jeon for not letting me take care of this pesky loose end before it came walking into noctis.” she muttered with a roll of her eyes. ara knew that her age had squashed out the last bit of humanity that she held ages ago, and she sat there completely unbothered by it. 

ara let out a soft breath. she knew that she needed to relax. “what have you gathered from the boy though?” 

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dearly departed || ara & jeon

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the halls of noctis had been wonderfully quiet. she had taken a few extra days after the coroner released jeon’s body before returning to work. she had hoped that it would be enough time for no one to bother her. everything she had experienced lately had been miserably traumatic, and the vampire was thankful that she would hopefully be able to catch up on everything that she had gotten behind on.

a simple knock disrupted it all though.

ara didn’t pause as she allowed them to enter through. she kept shuffling through papers as she heard the door open. “what is it?” she glanced upwards to the door and saw none other than her late husband. not an imitation, or a look-alike... it looked like him. she felt like someone had punched her in the gut. there was no air in her lungs to respond. she took a very pregnant pause before closing her eyes and looking away. this wasn’t actually jeon. it couldn’t be. this is some kind of inhumane joke. 

“who are you?” she commanded as she kept her head turned to the side. she looked upwards to try and calm the tears that welled up. she knew hated how this so easily manipulated her emotions. “and what do you want? you don’t get anywhere using cruel pranks like this.”

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vashaneul‌

“because it’s unanticipated.” he answers simply, leaning in a little with his arms resting on the tabletop as if he were about to tell her a really big secret. selling the story right that was what it was all about. all he needed to do was convince her that he could be useful in a time like this, even if he wasn’t. “no one would expect someone like me to be involved with Noctis so why not let that be my forte? i can easily blend in without raising too much suspicion. i can get a job done quickly and without being asked too many questions. i can create possibilities you wouldn’t have even dreamed of simply because you’ve never had something like me in your ranks.”

the question about his father takes haneul by surprise, words taking a tad too long to form a coherent sentence. but she doesn’t seem to suspect anything, doesn’t seem to be aware of his real connection to her late husband so he answers it the same way he would have if it were anyone else but ara seated in front of him. “i didn’t know him personally, no, but i’ve heard the stories. if there is anything i know about him, it’s that he’s a man of opportunities.”  he takes a deep breath before he continues, refusing to give ara the opportunity to ask more questions and possibly break his facade. “as for what i have to gain… pride. confidence. a sense of purpose.”

“i’m not stupid enough to believe i would be able to convince you right off the bat.” he then adds, a lost hand running through his hair and down his neck, pulling the collar of his shirt down a little.. “but at least think about it. consider what i could do for you and not the other way around.”

ara was so sick of holding pleasantries and conversations with people she didn’t and wouldn’t care about. she was sick of encouraging people to ask for things that simply didn’t belong to them.

as the man spoke of jeon and what he had heard of him the widow could feel her jaw tighten in frustration. who was he to say these things? ara furrowed her brows feeling frustration boil within her. “bold of you to assume personality traits of my husband.” disrespectful was a closer word that she was looking for, but she didn’t think that starting an all out argument today would help her image. 

“i don’t trust men who try to sell themselves for their own clear benefit.” the vampire crossed her arms across her chest as she looked over the dhampir. “and i don’t just give out purpose or meanings to life. you try to make yourself seem worth it to me, but if there was ever a moment that i’d need an unanticipated pawn then i’d go get my own. so tell me... why are you still here?”

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vasaesin‌:

Aesin couldn’t help but smile as she watched Ara eat the candy she had just given her. She knew that the older woman probably didn’t really indulge much more in ‘normal foods’. But then again, Aesin didn’t really have to either, but if the other woman would give anything to her she would eat it without a second thought. 

She leaned over the table a little bit, reaching out for Ara’s hand, since nobody seemed bothered by them – after all the convenient store at night was always just full of people trying to get some late night snacks in or grab a beer before heading out to have fun. Surely nobody of great importance would come in and bust their little date. 

Aesin nodded at the other’s words, feeling a bit relieved and impressed that she had managed to leave with a good excuse. However, the beautiful woman sitting across from her was Ara after all; one of the smartest and most breathtaking creatures on this planet for sure. 

“I was just there as some kind of safety buffer.”, she stated, her shoulders rising into a small shrug. Then, she chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I guess you got me there. Don’t really care about what your husband did. but I didn’t really expect you to be there either. I guess… I never really expected to see you for real?”, her voice got a bit lower, biting her lip. She had always thought that it’d stay a dream of hers and that maybe in a thousand years she could finally be with her. But everything had happened a lot quicker. “There just… Never seemed to be a chance of you leaving him.”

ara smiled a bit more widely as she felt the hunter take hold of her hand. she laced her fingers with the other woman’s and felt herself become even more relaxed.

“i don’t think that i would have been able to just leave him.” she admitted. “we weren’t just a typical married couple though.” they really weren’t. ara wasn’t sure that aesin would ever understand the bond that her and jeon had shared after spending so much time by each other’s side. their marriage was... strained and maybe even a little broken, but she still cared for him. it was complicated and bizarre but she hoped that aesin would understand. “there was a time where i’m sure he wanted to leave me, but i didn’t let him. i’m sure that if i tried to do the same he wouldn’t let me either.” ara’s hand felt along the skin of the hunter’s. she let her fingertips feel along and trace each line within her palm. “that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t have made my way to you though, love.” 

ara felt somewhat confident in that. she would have eventually had done the same that jeon had done and lived her life outside their marriage. “i meant every word i’ve ever said to you.” she said plain and honest as she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the hunter’s knuckles. “i’m sure i would have already bought us an apartment for us to be together in. one with a full window wall that overlooked the city.” a small smile spread across her lips before it took over her features. “hell, i’d do it now if you asked me.”

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vasahreum‌:

a sweet little starter for @ara-vas ♥

She has a bag of blood in her hands when she makes her way towards Ara’s place, the worry is explicit in her facial expression after she’s heard of the news in the Clan: the stranger she had just met, the things he told her and the feeling of deception that she is sure her friend is now feeling… She feels like she has to go over there and check on Ara.

They’ve known each other for such a long time, Ahreum can’t help but feel concern towards her — they’ve been working together for over four centuries, of course there would be some intimacy involved in their relationship after all those years, of course a friendship would be developed at some point. Alongside all the respect and admiration that she felt for the older female, she considered Ara to be one of her closest friends.

They have always shared secrets with one another, they have always talked about anything and everything, and when she heard about the things Go Jeon had done to Ara… And now, meeting the son she had talked about and knowing that he wants to be a part of the Clan, Ahreum can’t help but worry about her friend.

She wants to be there for Ara, she wants to show her that she is not alone. She wants Ara to know she is appreciated.

She knocks on the door and waits, quietly and patiently, opening a warm and sweet smile once her friend opens the door for her.

“Ara, my dear… Can we talk?”

ara had purposely avoided people for the last day or so. she just knew  that talk would start going around and she felt it best to just hide away. so she did. she had been locked away in the go mansion, curled up in a luxurious black silk robe on the couch reading a book. she refused to look at her phone or check anything online. she knew better than to suscept herself to that kind of frustration and headache.

she had been in her peaceful spot until she heard a knock to the door. she would have been annoyed if she didn’t have a hunch of who it was visiting. the widow smiled as she recognized the face on the other side of the entryway. ahreum was probably the closest person to ara at this point. for as long as ara could remember ahreum being there. through life of rose-colored glassed, to the very, very ugly. she was very beneficial and needed to ara. 

“how can i say no to a smile like that.” she took a step to the side and allowed her to enter their home - her home. “i think i can guess what this visit is about though.” she muttered as she led them to the den. “nothing but a pesky, obnoxious inconvenience.”

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vasaesin‌:

The closeness to the other made a shiver run down Aesin’s spine, finally holding her in her arms. But Ara was right, this was not the right time, neither the right place. “I have missed you as well. But even if we couldn’t speak, you were always on my mind.”, Aesin spoke softly, turning away from the woman, but letting her hand reach onto hers, pulling her along. But it made her feel the tiniest bit of relief - hearing that Ara was better now, but it still hurt her as she couldn’t be there for her in these hard times. 

“I’m not sure. You should have bought a secret apartment for us a while ago already.”, the hunter joked, walking down the street with Ara. People were walking by them, but it didn’t really feel like there was anyone on this planet besides them two. So, in that sense, it didn’t really matter where they went. Maybe even the best place would be somewhere where they would just go under in the masses - somewhere nobody cared about them. 

And with that, Aesin pulled Ara into a convenient store. It wasn’t too crowded, but it also wasn’t empty; and it didn’t give Aesin the risk to just be all over the woman as she tried to hold onto her common decency. Quickly, she went ahead and bought a handful of snacks and drinks, leading the woman to sit down at one of the small tables. 

Nervously, she pulled on her shirt as she sat down, looking at the other in the bright light of the convenience store. And she still looked extraordinarily beautiful. She waited, and thought, about what to say, grabbing one of the bag of sweets and unpacking one, offering it to the woman. Suddenly, she felt way too warm. 

“Is it alright that you left that event?”

aesin’s words warmed ara. while she’d never admit it, in their time apart she worried that without contact that she’d just become some forgotten connection to the other woman. ara felt so insecure that this actually meant nothing to aesin, and that she was really in deep with someone she had never met that would never feel the same. these words, these touches melted the those worries away.

“oh, don’t tempt me to do it now because i will.” she taunted right back as she laced their fingers together. though if asked seriously ara would do it in a heartbeat. there’s nothing that the vampire wanted more than to pull the other girl close to her in the sweet privacy of solitude. the convenience store, while not true privacy would do though.

“oh, yes.” ara nodded her head as she looked over aesin for another moment. she couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. “i made sure you excuse myself for the night so i wouldn’t be missed or looked for.” the last thing she wanted was to be bothered by someone now. 

the widow reached forward and took the candy that aesin had offered and popped it into her mouth. ara didn’t often indulge in food and candy now. it usually felt like a waste because it could never truly satisfy her, but there was something sweet and rewarding to this taste. 

her eyes glanced around their surroundings once more. she hoped that being severely overdressed for the setting would draw too much attention to them. thankfully it looked as though everyone in the convenience store had other things to worry about. “why were you at this event?” she asked curiously. “it certainly doesn’t seem like your kind of scene.”

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Has someone close to you ever said something that hurt your feelings? If so, what was it, and did they ever make up for it?

ara immediately thought of an especially heated argument that rose from his affair. at first he had admitted his lapse of judgement and showed remorse, but ara of course didn’t let it go so early. she picked and poked every sensitive button until her late husband was practically forced to bite back.

the vampire remembered how harsh the mocking words about her inability to carry a child of their own; how he had to find someone else to do so. thinking about it now still stung just as much as it had then. after that fight ara wasn’t sure if their marriage would ever rekindle to what it had been.

she cleared her throat and shook her head. “when you’re married for a few centuries arguments are bound to get out of hand from time to time, right?” ara smiled and shrugged her shoulders. she knew she had that story on hand, but she didn’t want to talk about it. sometimes it was harder to remember jeon that way. “as far as making up for it goes, we always found ways to move past our arguments.” she lied.

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What was the scariest moment you’ve had in public?

“well…” ara paused and looked downward as she thought over the question. there weren’t many situations that she had felt fearful in so at first glance it was hard to say. then it clicked and she knew the complete honest  and accurate answer. “the first time i went into public after my husband’s death was…” she shook her head and exhaled, “overwhelming.” 

ara remembered the flood of people with cameras and questions that she wasn’t prepared to answer. it was all so insensitive and immediate. “to them it was just a story to cover. for me, this was my life that had been altered. i was still grieving. but there they were shamelessly asking questions that would tear at anyone who had recently lost a loved one.”

she sighed and took a composing breath, regaining a stronger demeanor. “that was scary i supposed. and also the reason i don’t leave my home if i don’t have to.”

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vasaesin‌:

Seeing her smile was almost overwhelming to Aesin, apart from everything else as well: Seeing the other woman, who she had been thinking about for the longest time, every day, up close for the first time; seeing her flawless skin glow in neon light the gas station sign gave off; the smell of an unknown perfume…

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ara felt relief as aesin forgave her. she hadn’t noticed that she was holding her breath, or tensed in her shoulders. once that anxiousness was gone she felt relaxes and at home with her. the vampire closed her eyes and leaned into the hunter’s sweet touch. a hand moved to aesin’s wrist and pulled herself to the other girl, as her other hand rested on aesin’s waist. it was the closeness that she had been craving for ages; now more than ever. inhaling a long slow breath and taking in what aesin’s perfume was.

“i’m better now.” the vampire said with a soft smile curling the corners of her lips. her voice a little more raw than it had been previously. the last few months had been hard, and lonely, and cold. this was the first glimpse of warmth she had felt in ages. “i missed you so much.” she admitted.

ara wanted to go somewhere else, she didn’t want to be out in the open snuggling with her forbidden love. the death of jeon was too high profile an well known especially after it was ruled to be a murder. she didn’t want to deal with rumors and such, she just waned to live and be happy. “let’s get out of here. where can we go to be alone?”

the stolen dance.

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vasaesin‌:

On most occasions Aesin didn’t even know why she went to these events. They weren’t the most interesting thing to her - or probably to anyone, as well as she hated having to dress up for this kind of thing. Dresses were her enemies and she was not going to tolerate them anytime soon. 

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after the message was sent, are knew that she needed a reason to leave. if she up and walked out of event’s like this it would raise questions and draw attention to herself. the vampire moved smoothly through the crowds until she stood next to jeon’s friend, the man who coordinated this event. she gave a new moments of small talk then made point to look longingly at the giant photo of jeon that was hanging up next to the table where people could leave their donations. it was a good photo of him. she remembered having to beg him to take more updated portraits with her. looking at them used in this aspect made her almost actually emotionally. 

she took her hankercheif and dabbed the corners of her eyes a bit dramatically before looking over to her husbands friend. “i’m sorry, i think i may need to leave earl. i realize i was supposed to personally thank the highest donation, but i don’t think i can stay much longer.” she nodded as she spoke knowing that he wouldn’t dare defy the desperate plea of a crying widow.

and like that she was free. the vampire quickly moved down the sidewalk. her heels clicked along the pavement, outing much of her excitement.

ara let out a breath. as she saw the girl pacing. aesin was close enough that she could see her. slowing her pace, ara moved closer. the stuttering words showed that the other woman was nervous as well. ara was much better at hiding her unnerved feelings, but she certainly felt them deep in her core. “hello,” she smiled. 

“out of all of our messages and history, i never expected us to end up meeting like this.” making conversation had never been this difficult for her before. she didn’t want it to be awkward, but how were you supposed to speak someone you share a deep and meaningful connection with that you’ve never actually met before. ara wasn’t entirely sure she knew how, but she was certainly going to try. “i meant what i texted you though.. you look lovely.”

taking a couple steps closer she looked downward feeling a bit guilty. “how many i’m sorry’s will it take for for you to forgive me?” she looked back up to the hunter, eyes observing languidly as she admired how the neon lights on the outside of the gas station tinted her skin with the most beautiful shades of purple. aesin was beautiful, ara knew that much, but seeing her in person for the first time only multiplied her beauty. the widow couldn’t stop thinking about how much she missed her. missed her sweet messages, and the simple yet sturdy feeling of having someone there for her; someone on her side. though now she was unsure of aesin actually was still there for her. “i know it wasn’t fair of me to just drop communication... with everything that happened i just needed some space to figure it all out.”

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ara was in her study when one of the house keepers came to tell her that someone with the police was there to speak with her. a soft sigh flowed from her lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose as if they would push away the instant headache that she received. the widow couldn’t even count how many times that she had spoken to the police. “very well.” the widow said in exasperation as she moved to the front entrance of her home. the housekeeper hadn’t let the visitor in yet; with the insanity that had been going on it was a request that ara had made.

ara paused to flatten out her outfit with her hands then threw on a tired smile as she opened the door. “detective bae bora.” ara greeted. “what a wonderful surprise. i’m hoping you have hopeful news to give me.” ara knew that she didn’t. she didn’t have any faith in this detective when it came to finding her late husband’s murderer. she had feeling that the detective wasn’t totally aware of some of the dangerous connections jeon had, and she knew that it wasn’t wise to give them up considering the other illegal things that it may connection her and her husband to. 

she stepped to the side and waved the human inside. “please, come in.” she was very selective about who she allowed to into the go mansion. there was no point in in denying the detective entrance though. this place had been filled to the brim police not too long ago. ara moved to the formal living room just past the front entrance. she took a seat and nodded to the space on the couch for bora to join her. “what can i help you with detective?”

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haneul leans against the hood of his car, watching the people walk in and out of the noctis owned restaurant as he chews on a piece of mint gum. he tells himself he is keeping headcount, trying to assess how busy the place is at this kind of hour but really it is a classic case procrastination. sae made it clear he doesn’t think his involvement in the clan is a good idea so he can’t count on him to slither his way in. he will have to find his own way to charm his precious step mother.

finally, he spits out the gum into an old receipt, trashing it before he crosses the street and pushes the door to the restaurant open. most employees great him with a smile and a bow, others throw a look of caution. not because he is the splitting image of his daddy dearest but because he doesn’t belong there. moreover, they wonder what had gotten into that pretty little head of his to go talk to the boss lady himself. he is not here for a quick bite to eat that much is for sure.

he slides into the woman’s booth without warning, features gentle but non-telling as he neatly folds his hands together on top of the tabletop. “it’s not so much what you can do for me…” not a great start to the conversation, haneul is aware, but he has heard all about the woman that sits in front of him. he knows just how tough she can be so he needs to grind his feet into the ground before she tries walking all over him. “i heard about the passing of your husband.” he puts too much emphasis on the word, wonders if she’s smart enough to figure out the real reason why the dhampir is here, if she really knew her late spouse that well. “a tragic incident, really. i can only imagine how difficult that must be to process.” if only she knew. “i figured you could use an extra pair of hands around here and well, i believe i could be a great asset to your cause.”

"yes. tragic." she kept her tone flat as she looked over him with caution. she knew that someone had killed her husband, and while she knew it wasn’t this man in front of her it was foolish to approach any situation without an abundance of caution.

the widow eyed him some more and shook her head as she came to the conclusion that she didn't see any threat in him. she didn't understand just what he was looking to gain though.

"where do you fall? in all of this, that is. why involve yourself in a high profile situation that simply doesn't and shouldn’t involve you?” looked him over once more and officially recognized that she didn’t know him. “i don’t believe you even knew my late husband, right?” she knew that she could be wrong, but she had to play hard ball if she wanted to get any answers. “so what could you possibly have to gain?" she felt emotionally exhausted. she was sick of the constant chain of condolences. she was sick of people apologizing for her loss and offering help that was almost certainly for their sole benefit. it didn’t help that the young man in front of her was a dhampir. there was no doubt that there was a little bit of prejudice. 

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the stolen dance.

@vasaesin

fake smiles, false appreciations; the widow’s face felt sore from all the pleasantries 

the make up, the jewelry, the dress; she was wearing a simple, long, sleek black gown. she was wearing diamonds that made her resemble constellations along the night sky. 

it was all decoration for the greater scheme. she had originally protested coming to the event. ara claimed that it was too soon, too flashy, but she was advised that making the appearance was good to sway the public’s view of her. with that perspective she believed that perhaps they were right.

so there she was. dressed to the nines greeting and thanking everyone who had decided to donate to the go jeon scholarship fund. it was laughable. jeon had never had a special love for education or anything.. it was just something to sway public opinion- everything was orchestrated.

after she had finally gotten a break she stood to the side of the large gala room. her eyes scanned the room. she was alone. she didn’t exactly have anyone that she was exactly close with to assist her in these kind of settings now. she continued to look around until she locked eyes with a beautiful, familiar face. aesin.

she felt her heart drop, and for a split second she didn’t know how to react. the eye contact between them was undeniable. it wasn’t something that she could just pretend didn’t happen, and she didn’t want to either. they had shared a connection that ara found to be powerful despite the fact that they had never seen each other in person. the romance was wrong for so many reasons; namely her husband, but she had severed their connection after jeon’s death. there were multiple reasons for this, she figured that this was something that they could discuss. hopefully in person.

TEXT: go ara  → lee aesin: meet me around the corner of the gas station down the street in 15 minutes. go ara → lee aesin: you look beautiful tonight.

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cover your tracks.

@vashaneul

taking over the majority of the responsibilities of noctis didn’t bother ara. she had helped jeon build it from the ground up. it kept her busy, and it helped her keep out of a far too empty home. so this is what brought her to the restaurant. it was noctis owned, and was used as a place to handle business. she sat at a booth towards the back as she looked over a couple papers in front of her.

ara paused and let out a small huff as she noticed someone approaching. one thing she hadn’t gotten used to was the constant attention of strangers who apparently knew her husband giving their sincerest condolences. she didn’t understand why some unknown dhampir was approaching her. part of her couldn’t imagine her late husband befriending a halfling. another part of her was well aware that she didn’t know her husband as well as a wife typically would- particularly towards the end of his life. “hello, what can i help you with?” she asked, head tilting already showing a lack of patience.