My headcanons are small, and they are few, but these are the ones I remember:
-Pritkin likes it when Cassie gets bossy.
He may seem like he does what he wants a lot of the time because he’s so stubborn, and he is, but he secretly loves it when Cassie starts ordering him around. He’ll put up a big front about not doing as he’s told, but we all know he ends up doing it Cassie’s way eventually ;) And even when Cassie’s idea conflicts with his own, he’s still willing to do what Cassie wants if she asks him (remember in HTM when he said he was going into Faerie and Cassie said what if she ordered him not to go? Pritkin said he’d stay!)
Things I still think about in relation to this headcanon:
-The first time Pritkin officially pledged himself to Cassie’s service - he even went down on one knee, although hilariously he told Cassie he ‘wasn’t asking her permission’ for him to serve her!
-Cassie making Pritkin regret the above promise when she turns up in hell to save his ass and yells at him to get back to work
-these two are just frequently butting heads over who’s boss I fucking love it (they’re both quite equally matched. They give and take in pretty even amounts. Although, like I say, Pritkin totally loves it when she gets bossy. Remember in ETN back when she still confused Pritkin with Rosier so she had to check his tattoo was there so she told him to strip and he just did it? With basically no complaint? I think about that A Lot.)
- headcanon 2: Medieval Pritkin (Myrddin) thinks about the crazy witch Ohshit a lot. He fell for her hard and fast and then she just disappeared. He wishes he’d gotten to know her more before she completely vanished from his life, just like magic. He spent a few years looking for the witch of his dreams, his ears always extra alert for any hint of the strange language he first heard her speak in. She was always in his thoughts those first few years, as he looked around at all the dull, ordinary people in every town and pined for her bright spirit to bring colour and excitement back into his life. He even missed her when he was seducing his 'meals’; he thought about how he had been able to open up to her about things he had never told anyone before, how she seemed to know him down to his soul, and those were the times when he felt the loneliest.
He began reducing 'lust meals’, having lost the appetite for them, and then skipping them altogether. It wasn’t until his father met him for the first time, drowning his sorrows in a glass, looking lost, that Myrddin felt some small kernel of hope again. A kernel that grew when he learned of a plethora of worlds he hadn’t known existed from his father, an entire unexplored universe where he might be able to find her again.
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