63. Do Not Disturb
AC AU? Okay 8)
It wasn’t on their first meeting, nor even their second, but perhaps their third or their fourth when he realized that the woman left him shaken. Not visibly so, of course; a lifetime of training had taught him to keep his hands from trembling and his face carefully controlled. But there was no denying the strange way his chest seemed to tighten and his mind seemed to cloud over (as if in a haze, as he got after his rare nights of extensive drinking, yet he hadn’t had a drop in days). He thought that perhaps he must be ill. No one had ever gotten to him in this way before, so why now? Why her?
He remembered when he first truly became aware of this feeling. He had immediately gone to see a doctor, but there were no ailments that seemed to afflict him, nothing to cause such symptoms, and not for such a brief time. Another thought was that she had poisoned him. She was a sneaky one, and even though he had watched her hands carefully (the way her fingers curled absently around the ties in her blouse, or her fingertip tapped her lip, her nail brushing her upper lip), she could still have managed to slip him something.
He knew he shouldn’t see her, that he could be cast from he order if he were found out, but as he slipped into his hideout, a small, decrepit place he used as an in-between when he was on assignments, but a part of him itched to, a nagging in the back of his mind that almost seemed to make the back of his neck ache. He began to unbutton the sleeves of his shirt and the top of his vest when he heard a knock at the door. He ignored it, but after a few seconds, it was there again.
"i do not want anything, please go," he called to the door, reaching up to take his hair down, but there was another knock. It seemed almost teasing, almost playful, the rhythm to which they were knocking, but it only seemed to grind on his nerves. He wished to be alone with his thoughts, why couldn’t they respect that?
With a scowl, he swung the door open wide, and the angry words disappeared from him entirely. There she was, small and curvaceous, her corset accentuating everything she wanted it to, her hip cocked out at an angle, hair falling over her shoulders, and it was as though the devilish vixen could read his mind, his desires.
"You ought to be more careful when sneaking into your hideouts, sir," she said with an edge of teasing. She was trying to look nonchalant, as if she were in control, but she was just like him. Perfectly controlled features, a master of body language, but he could see in the way her lips trembled ever so slightly, in the way she kept one hand half clenched, in her gaze, that she was just like him. "I may be selling you the wrong thing."
"No," he said, and in a moment of weakness, he let his guard drop. "You are selling exactly what I want." And in the way she grabbed his hand when he reached for her, in the way she stood up on her toes to meet him when he leaned down, in the way her hand clenched at the collar of his shirt, he knew: she wanted him exactly how he wanted her.
THE PERFECTION. I CAN’T. ;O;!!!
This seriously made my week thus far. I can’t wait to write them again!
Hi. I had a stab at designing an Assassin in Victorian London. Thought you guys might want to check it out :)
6) Describe your character’s happiest memory.
Hongki has had a wonderful childhood - or, as wonderful as one can have growing up in a world and family of assassins - and has many fond memories of growing up. He remembers one instance in particular, a simple moment in time when he was young, about eight years old. His father had been teaching him the finer points of swordplay, when Hongki was knocked off his feet and pushed into the sand.
He wasn’t hurt, and he could have stood back up and continued the lesson, but instead his father fell into the sand beside him and began building sand-keeps and fortresses with him. What would have normally have been a day of lessons became an afternoon of fun with his father, one of the very few he was allowed as a child.
5) What’s your character’s ranking on the Kinsey Scale?
Hongki rates between a 1 and a 2 on the Kinsey scale. While he is predominantly attracted to women and identifies as straight, there have been a select few men (he can count them on one hand) that have caught his eye and/or his attention. His sexual encounters, however, have all been with females, though he has had a few intellectually stimulating conversations that have had him finding a brothel later that night. He is not known for knowing well how to ask a man to bed, so he does not try.
4) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?
Hongki knows he is attractive, but he is not vain about it. He knows that women, and occasionally men, find him attractive, and he is not afraid to use that to his advantage. He takes good care of his appearance and always making sure he looks his best before leaving the house.
He does, also, find himself attractive, but again, he is not vain about it. He simply acknowledges it as a fact.
3) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?
Hongki has several small scars smattered across his hands and arms, mostly from all of his combat and physical training. One of his biggest scars is on his left thigh, and it is one he does not particularly care to talk about since, in his opinion, it was needless and clumsy on his part, and not an injury he should have gotten.
What was, for the most part, an easy mark almost became a failure when, while tracking his target, he slipped from a low hiding spot and fell into view of his target. It was dark, and while Hongki was trying to regain his breath and get back up to face his target, he wasn’t quick enough and the target got to him first. Hongki tried to kick him away, but the man was swinging wildly and slashed deeply across his leg. Eventually, Hongki won the fight and killed his target, but it was far messier than it needed to be, they almost drew attention to the fight, and occasionally the scar will ache and cause pain to shoot up his leg.
2) What are your characters most prominent physical features?
Hongki’s most prominent physical feature is, from what he has gathered, his facial structure. Although he is not vain about his appearance, he has attracted enough attention from women, had soft, lusty fingers caressing his jawbone and nose, for him to know that he is easy on the eyes.
In his own opinion, he thinks his hands are the most prominent, but perhaps that is because he uses them the most in his line of work. His fingers are covered in callouses from the climbing, sword fighting, hand-to-hand combat, etc., and he cannot understand the attraction people have to them. However, he thinks they must stand out since they are so well used.
1) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Hongki has a very deep relationship with his parents. His father brought him up knowing the world of the assassins and templars, and from a young age, Hongki has been studying under his father. The entire basis of his knowledge of the world, the templars, the assassins, weaponry, stealth, killing, etc., were all learned from his father, and expanded upon by other teachers or learning from his own mistakes as he got older. Although his father has mostly retired from the more active life of an assassin, he still travels quite often and helps send out contracts to others.
His mother is someone he is very close to. Since Hongki was a child, she has been involved in the more sordid matters involving the assassins and templars. She presents herself as a proper lady, the esteemed wife of her successful businessman husband, but she is not above digging through the dirty parts of people’s lives to get information to use against their enemies. She serves as one of the Order’s finest information gatherers. Hongki grew up respecting and relying on her for information. As well, she taught him how to behave as a gentleman, table manners, how to treat a lady, and how best to read between the lines to know when someone is telling you a lie.