psst from the black knight ( start shit talking quinn :3 )

     “psst” // 5 things said about yours behind their back.

"Other masks than mine are being worn in the night, is that what you're saying Grey? The Black Knight huh... Not the first time I hear that name. Him and I are going to be best friends, he doesn't know that yet."

"This city, it's ours. The only way we have to change it the want we want my King is to do whatever it takes. If he's an obstacle for us to get into the Mayor's office and put an end to this campagn of his, I'm killing him."

"Hahahahaha I can't WAIT for him and his little high school chess club to come and get me. The cage they cooked for me better be cute. I have standards."

"Well, well, well. What do we have here, the Lee Hyuk who's shoving in nose into our business all day is sharing a past with my favorite hatted Clown? I can't believe he kept that precious information from me, I'm his best friend."

"Ew. His pants are so ugly."

i’ve been so worried about you! ( Yoona at Ara;; hER IDOL who she hates a teeny bit because she envies her so much but also lowkey loves her because THAT’S MOTHER… BLACK FANG’s MOMTHER….. 🥺🖤 )

Ara glances over her shoulder as soon as the door opens. Her who hoped to not cross a single soul when taking the risk to come back in here. Here, the first floor of the garage, a place that used to be her home too, a place that seems to have been deserted little by little. A month now passed ever since the Taiyang and Ara decided to take different paths or well, ever since he took that decision for the both of them. The vengeress did not want to cross paths with him nor with the rest of the gang, truly. All dressed in black, a tight tech attire, bulletproof, far away from her usual latex, leather, fur and jewelry. 30 days have passed since she has not heard Yoona's annoying voice, and even though a part of her wanted to tell her to fuck off, to go away, the shut up, to leave her alone, the words the other spoke did touch her. "Have you?" Questions the ex leader, emptying the cabinets from what to seemed to be silencers for guns that she waited long enough to come and collect. If the Quinn has fallen deep in sadness and despair for days, slowly it has been replaced by something else, something that has been crippling under her mind, waiting to break through her skin. "Thought you would be happy to know the crazy bitch making your life a nightmare would be gone, Doll." A sardonic laughter escapes from her mouth. A laughter from a voice that seemed to have dropped a few octaves than usual, ever deeper, raunchier, on the edge and yet every single one of her gestures were controlled. Her features, if anybody would look from too closed, seemed disturbed as well. Not in a manic phase type of way, but as if this dormant pain has suddenly marked her features harsher and harsher. No red lipstick, no loop hearings. Turning around, the vengeress clocks the silencer on the gun in the fast mechanic move of an assassin ready to execute her target. Ara did not want to stay, actually on her way to a mission, her own missions now. Many would think she did drop the vigilante life not having the gang by her side : well, quite the opposite, The Quinn has become entirely something else, an entity amputed from her minions and wealth, radical, extremist, one who did not come to play nor negociate. The moon is reflecting on the disturbing lines of half of her face, the other hidden in the shadowss she now faces Yoona from afar. "Haven't you heard? I am absolutely Fine. The voices in my head are so loud, apparently everyone can fucking hear them now. Isn't that beautiful?" Ara explains pointing at her own forehead, her eyes widening with a grin as she taps against her skull a few times to indicate her brain. " So why would you be worried huh? I have never felt so free." Her words sound like relailed bike, a rusty chain, a mechanic doll on repeat. We are free, we are free to do as we please, the voices were right all along, we are going to set everyone else free, nobody is going to stop us, they are all so close minded, they were just slowing us down. "You. You okay?" The gun is shoved down the pocket by her thigh. The question is harsh, but meant. Yoona and Ara used to spend their days together, besides their complicated relationship, Yoona became someone to her, someone she has been deprived of when having to cut herself off the gang.

"Something better than what? Getting to know you? Come on... Boy who's spending a lot of time with my Annie... We're having sooo much fun right now, aren't we? I'm Fun." Speaks Ara with dry smirk on her lips and a tone that sounds more psychotic than Fun. Better things to do he questions, than staring for the past 10 minutes with a death stare on and polishing her empty glass like a shiv. It isn't like Ara to take gloves in a conversation yet due to the presence of Taiyang, Annie and others, she tries. Barely. A little party thrown by one of Taiyang's friend, a tranquil one - Ara was impatient to invite Annie, Annie who for the first time brings a +1 - smart, having people all around them is preventing Ara to get her actual knife, she does have one in her boot. People gravitate, in and out the circle while Ara remains on the couch, legs crossed in her usual heels and black tight pants, chin down her elbow on the armrest, simply staring at him. "What do you do for a living again? I hope not breaking pretty girls's hearts that would be a shame, especially when they are prettier than you." Another dry smile of hers."HAH!" She exclaims out loud in a hysterical scoff as if what she just said is a joke - it's not - her serious immediatly coming back on. "I care about everything that happens in our Beautiful City therefore I keep an eye. I have seen and heard your name, multiple times, in the Law Spheres, the high ones. The Law right... how honorable." Ironic of course, for the anarchist she happens to be, the system of justice is the last thing she believes in. "Or am I mistaking you for someone else?"

        for @ofgentleresolve, from here

"Ugh. Where is my Sashimi?" Complains Quinn, already losing her patience. "Do not tell me they forgot AGAIN or I'm burning that annoyingly unprofesionnal joke of a restaurant down." As usual she is sitting on Taiyang's lap : it is her throne. Their club feels like a home, a place to spend all their evenings at after long days of business, sometimes just to grab dinner and have fun before well, a bigger fun in the night. All the members are here for Sushi and Sashimi paid by their beloved boss - some sitting down the couches around the royal couple, others bringing drinks from the counter, music in the background. Her faithful silver haired servant is never far away however, approaching with the small box with the forgotten part of her order. Ah her sashimi! Quinn's chopesticks then catch a piece, with a satisfied pinch on her lips. "Good." She simply answers to the man with a neat smile before her attention returns to the gang and mostly, her favorites. "Try this one my King, my adored, my beloved, it's my new favorite and it's delicious." Whispers Quinn to Taiyang, placing the piece of raw fish in between his lips delicately, biting the other side of the sashimi with her own, for them to share it together, their noses bumping as she does. "Mmmm isn't it so good?" She questions to him with her usually lovey dovey eyes for him, her arms wrapped around his neck. "My God, I feel like I haven't had sushi night with you my loves in so long, I was starting to feel a little left out over here", she speaks now addressing her words to both Taiyang and Kitty as her head is oriented towards the dancer who is sitting right next to the royal couple, his reserved spot. Indeed, - if the statement isn't applying to Taiyang as him and her are living together - in the past week she hasn't been seen at the club much. "All I had were updates from you Kitty texting me we Finally got the new cat ears for our catboys and catgirls, right? And that some are cute, some look disgusting." Quinn recalls. "I say, let's have a fashion show with all the options so we can pick the cutest for us to wear when we pay a little surprise visit to the Spiders tonight, how about that? They sent a message, we have to respond. Burning their stupid little cars with cat ears on is my new kink. Oh- Except for you Yoona, you get the ugly ones darling." Speaks Quinn laughing out loud, eyeing the girl at the other side of the booth. "Alright. Show me what we got."

      for @velvetineblue and @hatesdogs

the doors to Quinn's private quarters open suddenly, without warning— an act very few people ( maybe none other ) were bold old enough to do without asking for permission first. but Taiyang and Quinn held the keys to every door, leaving no part of each other closed off and untouched by the other. still, the immediacy of the act implies an urgency. Quinn's ever-loyal silver-haired attendant gives her a small, polite bow, then excuses himself from the room, as the king silently (wordlessly) shooed him away with only a glance. Little Fang, lying contentedly at Quinn's side, stood up, with a happy tail-flick at the sight of his other favorite human, and pounced over to Tai on light feet ( less gracefully than your average feline, due to his injury, but still joyfully ) to circle him, asking for his attention. Tai swept up the little Prince into his arms ( the tiny cat was as light as air ), and leaned down to greet the Queen with a kiss and a honeyed voice. "hi, my Queen," he purred; Little Fang purred happily between them; and he hoped Quinn would happily purr from the soft caress of his lips against hers, too. then, he flopped down into a expensive chair with Little Fang in hand, looking across at her with a convincingly grave expression, like they had something very important to talk about ( but she could surely detect the hidden mischief in his eyes, knowing him as well as she did... ) " we need to have a talk. a serious talk... you, me, and Little Fang. " that somewhat silly statement probably gave it away: that he had nothing of importance to the business to discuss with her; he had only come because he desperately missed her company. he held the cat out to her, and Little Fang obediently went limp: two paws held out, the other two dangling down. " — who should be Little Fang's godparents? if something happens to us, who takes him in? " Tai peered over to look at the cat's blank, almost-confused-looking face which was pointed at Quinn: " who do you want to live with, Little Fang? Kitty? Annie? " as if the cat could answer back.

some cute cat content from Tai to Quinn ofc, hehe ♡ ♡

A smile is dancing on her lips as she returns the kiss, her lips delicate against his, her fingers, soft, gentle resting against his jaw as her eyes remain shut for a brief moment of exchanged tenderness. "Hello My King." She speaks on a liquorish and melodic tone. The evening is tranquil, as she previously was peacefully reading, lounging on the velvet couch of her appartments with her loyal silver-haired attendant serving her, while she was awaiting for her King to return. The days have been nothing but beautiful and pleasant on the soul and te mind, as if the city has gone frozen for enough days for them to enjoy the view from their castle - as if moments like these were isolated in a timeless time of simply existing in wealth, love and warmth. Quinn straightens up as she sits, yet her legs still on the couch, in a long satin black dress. Their Little Prince in is between them, purring gently, her long fingers caressing right under the cat's small head, a natural smile not disappearing from Quinn's rosy lips. The alarming tone Taiyang borrows when sitting down however makes her raise an eyebrow in interrogation. "What is going on my Love?" The Queen replies, closing her book, putting it to the side. Of course the line that follows makes her laugh immediatly. The type of short loud laughters that is oh so spontaneous - she probably hasn't laughed this way in a long time. Is it a serious question however, who will take care of their little family if they have to perish for Justice. "Mmmm..." Quinn first starts, her elbow resting down the couch as she places her chin down the palm of her head, her head tilted to the side, her ponytail naturally swaying and falling down her shoulders as her eyes are on him. "I do love all our friends but there are some serious degenerates in the list." She first speaks on a joking tone that is clearly not a joke. "Kitty? Oh I love my Kitty pumpkin, I'm just hoping the only reason he wouldn't be able to take care of our Little Fang would be because he can't stop crying at our loss. Completely devastated, cannot shake anything for days, just praying by our graves in his most dramatic black outfit and veil. That's how deep I hope he loves us." Quinn comments of course with a pinch of humor. "My lovely Annie, I would trust her with my entire life so - I want to say Annie but hmmm... Ugh does it mean that awful tall boy would be around too? Fang, you better pee in his shirts when I'm in hell, I will be watching." She adds, this time talking to the cat as well as if he could reply. "We also agree Little Fang should never go near your cannibal Yakuza friend either, right? I've seen the man eat like a dog in rage. Fang will end up in sashimis." Quinn adds, shaking her head slowly; still with that amused smile of hers. Even if she would recognize Dai's amazing business skills, he was the most degenerate of them all. "I could say Lee but one girl smiles at the boy and he's gone ignoring his parental duties. Oh - For our other baby cats, hear me out, how about we ship them aaall to the Black Knight?" A laughter, that is loud and almost evil escapes from her mouth. "Ohhh he would keep on hating us so much and you know I love that." A way of thinking that was typical of her - or well, of them. There is a silence then after her words, a content one, the type of tranquil moments of sweet realization. "Degenerates but... " She smiles again. "I'm happy we have them. I never thought that 10 years ago than I would have the chance to say that but I'm grateful. For our family, for everyone we have around us."

did you say…memes 👀👀👀 okie how about 3 for quinn from the black knight??

Quinn & The Black Knight.

#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN YOU WERE PROUD. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"You look at me, treat me, talk to me like and keep me here like I'm a criminal. But deeeeeep down," Her crooked smile widens, in her signature whiskers, sly as a feline, proud as a cocky and cunty fox. "Deep down, you wish you were a little more like me Black Knight, don't you?" Her teeth are showing, a grin, deranged and hungry for more of This. Even though she was indeed kept captive, by the Black Knight and his crew, it wasn't so much prison for her if not the extension of her playground. An agenda. Quinn always had an agenda. "Congratulations on capturing me by the way, three against one waaw that's Impressive, that is Honorable even- No no, really I mean that and I cannot wait to get to know all of you." Her smile drops as the light of in her eyes darkens, only to light up again, a constant manic on-and-off switch while her eyes re-direct towards the surveillance camera at the up corner of the interrogation room. "Hey you hear that? I am thriiilled, oh so happy to be here. Pawn, Rook. Tell me who else is watching this? The almighty resting bitch faced Kang girl? Monitoring a pretty girl like me in a cage all day, mmm, that's a little kinky if you think about it." She pinches her teeth in between her lips, raising an eyebrow. "Listen. You and I both know I'm going to escape, I've already figured a way to since the very moment I stepped foot in here. Chloroformed or not, I always can tell where I am stand. Even in the dark, I know every single corner of this dirty city. So yell your little degenerates over there to tie me up if they really ant to keep me longer, my claws are sharp and my brain? Sharper." Was she bluffing? "That and the very real fact that My king and Love of my life Already looking for me as we speak, followed by an entiiiire armed and ready-to-shoot-you-in-the-face Gang for treating their Queen the way you do. There is a chip in my phone, have your little butlers destroy it or else they're coming for all of your asses. And Oh, at Fang, we're whimsical like this, we do love a bloody mess." Her eyes now, her eyes are linking with his. "That's right. I want us to talk before I get the chance to leave. I know. None of you has trust in me but you're clever enough to go past that. This business is not about trust, it's not about Oh She's a Little Crazy let's be Careful - it's about getting results. And I get shit done. I get shit done fast. Yes, YES, SUUURE, this little stunt I put off with Hyuk was a liiiiittle all over the top but... hey, at least I got all of you's attention... right." She speaks, her tone trailing at the mention of the other man, knowing it was perhaps her biggest mistake, knowing it was going a little too far. Was it a regret of hers? Maybe. Her eyes go down slightly., for a mere second. She could never deny it, there was a bond with the Detective, one of mutual respect and hardworking archieving personalities. His team as well, it became place where she strangely felt accepted, perhaps even a birthing friendship with Suki around their morning coffees. If it wasn't for all the insane games and lies Quinn played with, it could have been something nice. Her pride however, refused to let her admit that in front of the Knight, ever. "I did it to protect my own, to protect my pack the way you are protecting yours by chaining me down like an animal. And you know what? I am proud." Her voice changes, as the taint in her pupils does too, a little more calm spreading under her skin. "I'm proud of being an Actor in this scene we're standing on Black Knight. I'm proud of making moves, I'm proud of showing clawns when it comes to protect my family, I'm proud of teaching the persecutors we're Not low lives they can mess with as they please, I'm proud of making it to the news after the Rich and the Powerful feel like their heads too have a price.

Don't you see it? That people like you and I are already dead? Can't you feel it? At every corner of every streets of this city a bullet in the head is right here, waiting for us. So tell me, what exactly is your plan here, what are you waiting for? Because we're not fighting for our little comforts as Doctors and Teachers getting a check for educating the youth through a system we don't even believe in. Don't you get it? That our time to do something is Now, that we have to give our bones and blood to truly make a difference? It's time to wake up Myungdae. It's time to step up and perhaps stepping up should start with uniting. The game has changed, look at your board. I was never the enemy but we have one in common. That's right, the more we sit down for tea parties like this one, the more they're slipping out of your hands and mine.

ANACHRON."

              @stillresolved sent :

She lingers at the door to the guest bedroom. The last time she and Ara had spoken, it was…well, it didn’t end great. Although that probably is the last thing on Ara’s mind. Not the unthinkable (for her) has happened. Annie didn’t need any explanation to know what had gone down between Ara and Ara’s, well, now ex-boyfriend. It’s been a few weeks since Ara has barricaded herself in the guest room and for once, it’s Annie who has been the active one, the one moving between the interior and exterior of the house. It’s odd, actually, being the one relied on for once between them. Ara was always the strong one even back then. But Annie knocks on the door and opens it a moment later. “Are…Are you hungry?” She asks, holding up a plate of apple slices. “I…I cut up an apple for you. I peeled the skin too.” ( and i'm here too!!!....for some wholesome and sads arannie content 🥺🥺🥺 )

The room is silent. Sitting down the bed of the guest room, Ara's knees are brought against her chest, tight. In this position she has been staying for hours today. She does that, sometimes as she lets time flies, as she converses with what she sees and hears in her head. Time has felt like a dragger slowly slinding inside her core, a core she has been stripped of it seems, losing the track of the days and nights passing. The tears sometimes couldn't stop, she would cry, and cry, and cry without never being able to sleep. The hunger became rare, the anger was raw and her mind has never been so loud. There is this cloud, of loss and solitude that surrounds her, wraps her, digests her a little more everyday. Sometimes, the voices and the faces she sees, they talk to her, they stay with her, they hold her hand. Other times, they make her hurt even more, they make her break every single mirror in the house, they make her want to die. It has been months now, that despite the painkillers her mind has never stopped but to get loud, louder, to the point everyone around could hear it. The abyss of a depression she finds herself in doesn't only come from the love of her life breaking her heart, it comes from the love of her life abandoning her, it comes from not being able anymore to fight her own drowning mind. I'm not Sick, I'm not sick, I'm Not sick, I'M NOT SICK.

She would say, to them, to him, to herself, she would yell, sometimes without even nobody around her saying the words to begin with, out of nowhere, dissociating, depersonalizing, moments and places and times where she couldn't tell the difference between what was real, what was not. There were eyes landing on her, whispers behind her back, nights at the Black Cat or at the garage where Grey and Taiyang found themselves having to take her away, tame her down. She remembers of these times they would whisper to each other, behind a door, away from her. The voice of Annie by the door takes her out of her reveries and contemplations. Annie and Ara, in the end they understand each other. They're both mad girls now. On the wall of the guest room Ara wrote, Ara draw, everything she was hearing, everything she was seeing, everything that has been building inside : the tales of a martyr, choosen as the savior and the bringer of a new world, the fires to purify it all, the persecutors perishing from the savior's hand. Her drawing is beautiful, macabre, tragic, the lines are either strong and mad or shaky and broken. There are words too, words written over and over and over again like mantras. To anybody, it would be hard to look at, it's unstable it's uneasy - to Ara, it brings her peace, as if she finally takes it all out to contemplate, she watches it for hours.. Hours, to the point it shall become the new reality. Yes, perhaps even more real than everything she has lived until now. Why cry... when none of everything she experienced with Taiyang, with the gang, here in seoul, is real? "Come in.." Speaks Ara from the bed without moving an inch. Her torments have transformed her eyes, the lines of her features, they are grave, saddened, she lost weight. Her eyes they twitch sometimes, they wander around, they widen and retract. Her lines, they soften for Annie, Annie always manages to pierce through the isolated monster that Ara was turning into. In fact, not once she has been wondering if she was a burden to Annie, if she was the dead weight in the closet Annie became scared of kicking out. They take care of each other, the same way Ara stayed with Annie when it was Annie's mind spiraling on her. "I'm hungry yes..." Ara did a lose weight, the type of consequences she herself couldn't see, couldn't care about much. Annie managed to make her eat, little by little, apples are fine now, the peeled skin is an adorable touch. "Can you sleep near me tonight, please? I can't fall asleep I think your presence helps..."

POST - IT NOTE ( annnnnd for shits and giggles ara and ga-ram, feel free to skip over any tho lynnie- have a wonderful day in the meanwhile 💕 )

Attending an entire party from start to finish not knowing a soul besides the person you are the plus one of? Oh I admire that. It shows dedication and care. It was fun meeting you. You appear to be a level headed, educated, fine gentleman. However. You lie. I don't mind. But I happened to be a passionate, passionates like me can have really really reaaally good memory for the things they are passionate about you know. I saw you somewhere. I did. If you got something to hide, next time, just lie better. Toodles!

          In Garam's jacket pocket after the house party.

POST - IT NOTE ( for arannie 💕 )

Annieya, the fridge is empty. If you wake up before I come back, I've made my way to the store. The sky is grey, now I'm sure It's going to rain the entire weekend. I will get little warm things and snacks for us so we can spend the day inside. If you spot any square jawed tall boy showing up by the door asking for your time, do not open at any cost, these are dogs, male dogs. Kindly inform them you got a meaner dog watching, it's Me and I bite. I'm getting extra soy sauce for tteokbokki. Heart. Rara.

          Note left by Ara, on Annie's fridge, on a rainy morning.

annnnnd 18 with arannie?? Feel free to ignore any and all of these prompts tho; have a good day in the meanwhile lynnie 💕💕💕

Ara & Annie.

#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN THE SUN WAS SHINING. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Not accepting anymore.

"I never told you this. But, the bracelet I gave you. I bought it years ago, even before meeting you. I feel a little silly about this...but.. " There is a smile on her lips, not embarrassed nor ashamed, surprisingly at peace with a piece of her past she has never shared yet was about to. The sun was bright over their heads as they were lying down in the grass, in the summer. "My mother. When she wasn't being fully herself, when she was losing a little bit of her mind, she wasn't so kind to me. Saying that..." She pauses, her voice, slow and tranquil and deep. "I was just like her. Saying nobody would want to love me, that nobody would want to be my friend, that Us, Jung women were like the plague. Unlikeable. I wanted to prove her wrong, I wanted to prove her wrong so badly that I bought two bracelets - these friendship bracelets girls my age were always wearing. These were the chepeast I could afford, with the little money I stole. I told her I bought them for me and my best friend, I told her, all proud and arrogant... See, I have a friend, she is real, her name is Mihee and she loves me very much. She believed me, I think. As later on she kept on asking if I was away off with Mihee, if I was going over to Mihee's, if Mihee wanted to come over to play. I kept that lie running for as long as I could - overselling it, it was clumsy. Truth was, one bracelet was at my arm and the second, simply... hidden in a box under my bed. My mother was never doing any cleaning, I knew she wouldn't find out." A pained snicker escaped from her mouth. "It's ridiculously sad. Thinking back... I'm sad for Young Ara. And I wish I could send her a letter, something that would travel time, just to tell her that," Her throat is knotting. "Tell her that it gets better. That one day she will meet a friend. A real one." Her head slowly fell to the side, her eyes remaining on Annie's face. There was tenderness in Ara's features and perhaps even nostalgia already, of knowing the end of year was here. She extends her arm, the hand wearing the bracelet, reaching out for Annie's fingers, lacing together. "They're a little old and dusty and ugly now that I look at them again, I'm sorry-." She speaks, laughing she watches Annie's wirst in the grass, wearing the matching one, her thumb brushing over it. Ugly and old they were, but they had a meaning. "I don't really want you to go." Ara admitted in a whisper. Words that for her weren't so easy to speak. It has taken years for the tigress to open up the way she did, with Annie. There was something almost pure, in these rays of light caressing Annie's features, of the way the breeze was making the fabric of their clothes dance gently, the colors of the seasons on their skins. Ara could not remember for how long she stared at her, that day, to anchor this moment as deep as she could, in her memory - fearing the future would take it all away from them.

"Will you come back?

To visit me?"

In her signature black, Ara catwalks through the premises. Every single ground her leather heels touch is a new playground for her. And Oh, the electricity running down her spine could testify of that. Here, in this world of wealth, of power, the world of the untouchable. "Don't you think it's a little funny, my Love, King of my days and nights," The feline speaks, turning around to stand in front of Taiyang ( @velvetineblue ), placing the palms of her free hand against his torso as the other one catches a glass of champagne from the tray of a walking waiter. "Ever since Money is attached to our name, invitations have been raining on us. Isn't it a little upsetting mmm, and here I thought it was our impeccable sense of style and cunt that got us so High on the social ladder." While her fingers delicately fix his tie, her eyes wander from side to side. What a tempting environment to evolve in. Every single face she recognizes - not for facing them no, it is Taiyang who handles the negocations, the alliances and the diplomatic aspect of their businesses. Her? The names, the backgrounds, the aspirations, the alliances, the enemies - it is all drawing as a map inside her head. Such a tempting environment, to cause chaos, to cause havoc, to destroy, to burn, to explode. She blinks once, re opening her eyes on Taiyang, focusing her mind like a camera that tends to blink out of focus. Focus. It happens more and more, through her mind are running images like the lights, blinding, confusing her mind into projecting herself in scenes from the past. Images of events that she cannot say are real or not. Focus. She blinks again, anchoring herself forcefully, her eyes staring at her fingers, widening as soon as she sees powder of explosive on it. Is it .. real? It snaps back to reality again. It's not. Standing here, her hands are clean, perfectly manicured of nails like red claws. Dissociation. She is dissociating, remembering piece by piece what happened on Many Nights that did not seem to belong to her. Was it truly... Her? Her eyes look around, shifting, from one side to the other as if she is being observed, as if the rich people, all of them here, under this roof knew what she did. Snap. Ara takes a step back, the glass in her hand falls and hits the ground as her eyes remain on the shattered glass. Her hand does not belong to herself any longer. Depersonalization. The sound of the breaking glass brings her back to reality once in for all, the eyes around them staring while the waiter hurry to clean up the mess.

Where are we.

The disoriented look on her face gains the rest of her traits. "Not here." She whispers to herself as if trying to shut something inside, something she realizes she does not fully control anymore. Not here, not in public, not here. She looks up finally, landing her eyes on Taiyang.

Happy Birthday Professor.

The bell is ringing, the class is ending. Ah, the delicate joys of University days. Nostalgia is felt as being sitten, right here, reminds Ara of a past she remains fond of. Deep down, the Queen of the Night has always been a scholar. Whenever a class is ending, there is a feeling a fulfillment. Despite a few spacing outs here and there for most students, to Learn must be satisfying. No spacing out for her however, as right in the middle of this class, her eyes have never left the professor for the entire lecture. Everyone is so eager to stand up, gathering their bags, chatting of what comes next - but Ara does not move an inch. "Hey... Everyone!" Her voice is loud as her head is titled to one side with her signature grin, making eye contact with him. Even without standing up, she manages to captivate the audience, as she always does. Whispers and voices slowly vanish to let a silence take place. None of the students ever saw her here even though she is carefully dressed like one of them. Her hair is let loose, in a white shirt, a blazer and jeans. The Quinn has the ability to morph, to blend, to transform and become anyone she wants to be. Here, she is Hwang Seola, 24 years old, that's what she told the girl sitting next to her. "It's Professor Shin's birthday today. Hasn't he been such an inspiring figure for us? Let's greet him. Everyone say : Happy Birthday Professor!" Ara exclaims with her smile widening into a grin that seems cheery but is as deranged as the eyes she has on. The sound of the building exploding echoes inside her head at night. The Shangri La went up in flames on that one day the Black Knight ( @clemencetaught ) and her met for the very first time, months from now. The medias still talks about the unsolved case, the culprit has never been found yet the investigation has never been dropped due to gravity of the event, covered left and right by the press. The building has been evacuated before anybody got hurt - Kang got away, as well. Quinn suspects it was the Black Knight's little chess club's doings to get everyone "safe", sadly, her target got safe too. Was it all a dream? Her psyche is often caught in between two realms she couldn't tell the difference about. Ara does remember facing Black Knight however, the conversations that follow are filled with amnesia, as if Something inside her head is playing against her. Sleepless nights followed - nights of lucid dreams and tachycardia. There is guilt too, regarding what she did say to Taiyang, what she hides from him, refusing to admit she's losing her mind, it is all too heavy for her to even comprehend, there are words she cannot even speak to the man who shares a bed with her. From it all, an obsession for the Black Knight is born : every single piece of newspaper, every single whisper on the underground scene, she seizes it to reply to that one question : Who Is He. Grey and her have worked days and nights to finally narrow it down to a few suspects. It wasn't so easy and yet, now standing in front of Patrick Grace or well, "Shin Myungdae", all her questions found their answers. This man being oh so hard to find is a man who never ever wanted to be found. Unlike her prehaps, who finds pride in wearing the Quinn like a new skin, the Black Knight remains in the shadows of a double life. Even down to the news, his tracks are well covered : which is quite impressive. Ara does not underestimate the man nor his sdekicks, on the contrary. "Happy Birthday Professor Shin!" Shout the students with a certain enthusiasm in the greetings. "Yeah Happy birthday Professor!" Add some others. He seems appreciated by his students, Good for him. Her? She remains silent, pursuing her study of his mannerisms and reactions, her smile does not wither as little by little, the students leave the room only for Ara and Myungdae to be left. The silence is both comfortable and uncomfortable. Her presence here isn't pure intimidation like one would believe, the Cheetah loves to play but most importantly, the Cheetah loves to dissect.

"You're a hard man to find, Professor."

from, annie <3

 bingo! :    are you quinn's type?

"Hold on it's not a full bingo for us? But you're my little flamingo. Mmm now thinking about it, only the bat shit crazy ones remain uncrossed, I would say I like it better this way, for my favorite girl to be the sane to my insane. I worship and adore you as well, I would die for you and I would kill for you in a blink. This world, I will make it better for you, too. Everything that is too heavy on your mind and on your shoulders, for you to carry, I will carry it with you. We ride or we die."

"I actually don't." Quinn replies to his @velvetineblue question, does she often come here. The palms of her hands are resting against his torso now as she steps closer with a cheshire cat smile on, gentle laughters following his flirtatious sounds and mimics. "I was on the outside, fighting cime, just like I do." Her voice is seductive whenever playing around with her roles, whenever with him, as usual, for the act, for the game, her feline eyes locked with his. "Sadly, it appears that many think I Am Crime. They say I embrace it instead of being against it? What is it then, am I fighting my own self? My other half who wakes up in the night and does really reaaally bad things? Now I'm misunderstood, chasen, all they want now is to put me away. Not that I don't appreciate being locked in a good cage but.." She keeps on going, biting her bottom lip, her eyes redirecting for a minute to the crowd underneath them, the one they have a view on at the top of the stairs they're standing at at their very own club. "I feel like having a little fun tonight before having to stab my way out of authorities grip." Her fingers are now grabbing his colar to keep him closer, whispering to him. "Will you have fun with me?" ⟶ Quinn's halloween short starters

POST - IT NOTE ( for quinn & myungdae 😌 )

Tick Tock. The end is near. The pendelum is swaying before my eyes as I extend my hand, I seize it, I break it before it's too late. The flames of the devil itself are spreading, from the roots of this eath to our mere insides. Blinded. We found solace in using this inferno as a source of warmth for too long, passively praying for the better world, passively watching our beloved perish from the inside in the arms of the persecutors. The old gods are dead, we've been abandoned, I must take care of their legacy. The people outside, their eyes Have changed, Knight, the ones they land on me. They wear the same as yours, en garde. So I am the deranged one now? The unstable? The unlucid? Not all of you bathing, basking in the insanity that has become a world that's chewing and digesting us to the bone? If you do not stand for Justice, then stay out of my way or else, I swear I won't stay out of yours. That little piece of paper you came to collect. Let me guess, Evidence? First Kang, now Choi. You got big plans, don't you? Too bad you're late. 🔪

     Note left by Quinn inside the safe of the Black Knight's next target.

       @vulpuslunae liked for a one liner !

"The bounty on my head has raised for another billion wons. I won't rest until I'm the most wanted in town. How about your name next to mine? What do you say, just like old times?"