📿💤⚓for Owen Carvour and Agent Curt Mega (either/or, your choice/lh)
I am just going to do Owen though since I have immediate ideas for him but not Curt haha
[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
This is less superstitious or religious but I think it kind of counts as a ritual - I headcanon Owen as needing to check and double check and triple check things a lot, so I think he develops specific little rituals and ways of doing this so that he can remember he's done them. Counting the steps in an action, tapping or checking something a specific number of times, little sayings or rhymes he goes through inside his head - that kind of thing. New ones kind of lose their efficacy over time and he adds to them to keep them working, but the minute one of them gets too long, he's coming up with something new. It might be a peculiar system (and if Curt notices, he might find it odd/amusing), and it's worse when he's more stressed, but it works for him, and he's happy with it pre-fall.
Post fall, Owen finds that his rituals have far shorter lifespans. He finds them losing efficacy faster, he finds himself adding more to them and it not working, and while initially he keeps trying to cling to them, before long he drops them far faster than he ever did before. He wants to ditch the whole thing, to act with the certainty of the Deadliest Man Alive, but it never really works - he always finds himself falling back on it if he wants that part of his mind to just shut up. It's a part of him he hasn't managed to cut out. He hates it.
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
Owen's a side sleeper - either way works, but he's a lot more comfortable on his left, and he's a lot more comfortable in his arms if he's holding something. The best nights of sleep he ever gets are next to Curt. After the fall, he can't sleep on his left because it causes too much pain. No-one to hold, either.
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
It's always been a very precarious concept for him. His early family life wasn't the greatest, and then as a teenager he grew up during the Blitz - so home was something that wasn't guaranteed. That could be taken away with a drop and a flash and a rumble like thunder.
Owen never expected to feel like he had a home again. But when he fell in love with Curt, despite how much he fought against it, there was a moment he realised Curt felt like home. And he was terrified - because he knew what home meant, he knew what it was to have it and to lose it, and the rational part of him knew, deep down, that it would kill him to lose it this time. And yet there was another part, that got louder and bolder and more confident through familiarity, that dared to shout the foolish suggestion that maybe this was different. That somehow, after time after time of 'somehow's working out, he could keep his home.
For the last four years of his life, Owen knows the rational part of him was right. Home was something he had, something he lost, something to which he can never return.
