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“You sure you have this under control? I know you want to prove yourself but what happened to living a bit before that?” Her grandfather said as he watched Bina pace in her heels, with creases in her forehead. After their alliance agreement with Archiac she took it upon herself to rearrange assets when she noticed an unknown account holder talking money from the main. Now she needed to figure out how to fix things. “Please remember we do not kill our blood…”

Bina looked at her grandfather and her face immediately softened, going to the old man and placing a kiss on his cheek. It was obvious that the sudden change worried him but she had reassured him time and time again she has always had this side, only realizing the old her needed to die. “I have a plan grandpa okay? I just got to make a call.”

“It is to that dog? My child I love you but that man, I still want to cut off his head. I’m old but I have bite!” She laughed at his empty threats giving him one more smooch to soften his our heart, “I’m fine and I put it in the past and you should to. So no more glares okay!” Calling out to him as she head out to the living room leaving her grandfather to nurse his medicine tea. 

SENTNCE STARTERS AND HEADCANNONS

         status: accepting

12. What makes your muse happy?

       Ahreum is actually a very simple person and is usually in high spirits, despite looking a tad bit too serious. Perhaps it comes with her old age. She’s especially happy helping other people and doing small, thoughtful things such as buying coffee for her co-workers on a busy day. 

13. Something that makes your muse uncomfortable.

       There are actually quite a few things that makes her uncomfortable. And I could make a very long list of it. But the main thing would be confined places. Since escaping from her clan, she likes open spaces. So whenever she is in a confined space where there isn’t much room to breathe, she feels queasy and the urge to run away.

14. How your character greets people.

for the fifteenth time in just as many minutes, wonwoo fiddles with the hem of his shirt, slightly chapped lips tracing against the worn grey cotton of it as he nibbles at his thumb in a perpetually nervous gesture. the sky is pinkening at  the edges, purple watercolour intermingling with blue as the sun begins to drop just below the horizon. despite himself, he can’t help but watch the display of it from just above the wired rims of his glasses, lips slightly parted in awe as he waits. another minute ticks by. 

he doesn’t hear the car as it pulls up near the teahouse, though he spots it in his periphery, the gears smooth and silent in a way that feels distinctly disconcerting. it’s a nice car, a sleek black number with windows tinted so dark that his self-preservation instincts thrum softly between his clavicles, kicking into high gear. he wants to laugh, honestly, feeling inexplicably like he’s a side character in some cheesy bond film, especially when the driver ( a man with dark eyes and a stern expression ) steps out to hold the door open for him. the small, polite smile he sends the man’s way, expectantly, isn’t returned, and he feels the hysteria begin to bubble deep in his throat as the door closes with a soft click, and the full brunt of his situation begins to sink in. 

for the seventh time since that morning, he curses his eccentric master’s nearsightedness, teeth worrying at the corner of his lower lip as he watches the driver through the mirror. the witch known currently as geumsaseum was on one of his many extended ( and needlessly secretive ) excursions, a common thing really, and nothing to be wary of. except for the funny little bit where he had pointedly dropped off the face of the planet for going on three weeks now, leaving his apprentice in charge of keeping his shop running - and his clients, consequently, happy. 

( his potentially dangerous clients, wonwoo reminds himself, his thoughts racing around a memory of his master cheerfully recounting the carnage evoked by the previous choi gang head. fucking werewolves. ) 

— “Hey I never said it was a bad thing. Remember you are talking to the queen of crazy.” Bina went off on a tangent after Seungcheol described his plans for his family and how to run things. It was already obvious from the gossipers at home but to hear it from him was stranger, but in a good way. Even in modern times there was still conflict and fear but when those actions were not coming from her friend, it was nice.

blurbs !

1. what does your muse’s bedroom look like?

wonwoo’s room is needlessly tidy, though one corner of it is charred black from a particularly unsuccessful spell that he sometimes charms spotless around company but keeps as a testament to his skills. ( his landlady hadn’t been particularly pleased, but he just felt relieved knowing the fire alarm was functional. ) he has a mattress flat against the floor, which itself is elevated from the rest of the room by a few inches, with a crisp white duvet and comforter. there’s also a decorative cat post by the wide glass window which happens to be his primary source of light - he has no overhead lights, just two dim floor lamps.