#caliphor

          "  DON'T  HOG  IT  ,  DANIELA  !  "  Lengthy  huff  from  parted  pout  as  arms  once  crossed  extend  to  grab  for  bowl  .  "  You  know  Mother  told  us  to  share  .  Not  just  for  you  .  "  A  finger  dips  into  the  slop  ,  rather  quickly  setting  example  of  why  Bela  was  often  responsible  for  keeping  two  in  line  .  "  Besides  ,  didn't  you  already  go  out  and  have  one  of  the  men  in  the  village  all  on  your  own  ?  You  didn't  even  join  me  for  the  hunt  today  ...  "

❀ ― for every 🧠 i receive i will reveal one fact about my muse

🧠  although indra is asthmatic,  she is diligent about strength training.  it’s important to her to be able to protect castle dimitrescu and the dimitrescu family themselves  (  not that they need it.  )  she’s 5′10″ and incredibly strong.  there aren’t many humans that pose much of a challenge to her;  however,  her endurance is lacking due to the damage in her lungs.  she’s effective in short bursts of deadly attacks,  akin to an assassin.  she’ll watch and wait for her opportunity to take an intruder/enemy down quickly and quietly.  most often,  she’ll simply incapacitate her target and deliver them to alcina to do with what she pleases,  whether that be experimentation,  consumption,  ingredients for wine,  or a plaything for the daughters.

🧠  although she’s intimidated by threat of being surrounded by predators within dimitrescu castle,  she isn’t afraid of death.  what concerns her is her absence becoming an inconvenience for alcina.  it’s because of this that she trains worthy candidates the responsibilities of lady’s maid so that if she is killed and eaten ,  alcina need not look for a replacement.  indra’s prepared a staff to take the part right away.  she’ll teach them the particularities of alcina’s tastes and preferences,  how to prepare human flesh for consumption,  how to be an assassin,  and prepare them to give their life for the dimitrescus if it should come to that.

love headcanons!

💍: What do they like about being in love?

aww man, there isn't a lot that he can say about being in love because he can only really say that he's been in love just about once in his life-- but did that really count if it was kind of toxic?

but in a general sense, jesse loves being able to stand at someone's side and be able to be all protective and possessive in the way where it isn't overbearing. he's one to get jealous easily because he knows that life is unfair and is constantly out to get him, so he's just afraid that he'd lose the best thing that happened to him.

💔: What do they dislike about being in love?

jesse hates being open. he doesn't mind it when the other person is open, in fact he encourages it. he just hates being open himself because he's afraid that he's gonna let that other person in and then they're just gonna leave and take his heart with them.

          The exterior by itself was such a stark contrast to the general decreptitude over the village below. Dark and majestic, it could’ve been setting the scene to any gothic horror film, and while Anne didn’t pack any flowing robes that would fit in the best, a bespoke suit would do too.

          Thankfully, dealing with extravagant billionaires - the lady of the castle must be, without doubt, the maintenance must be insane - was something she was used to and it could prove itself easier than trying to get something out of the villagers, and even if it was but information about the owner of the castle. Which was... almost nothing. At least nothing they were willing to share. 

          Still, Anne knew she could count herself lucky as she was let in, as opening the door to the castle solely on the account of her being a stranger. The servant girl looked pale and quiet, head lowered, and only spoke in the quickest, most abrupt sentences. Would it be arrogant to assume that it was because of her? After all, it was not every day strangers came to visit, and especially not those, who seemed to be so chipper and eager to talk. The girl kept quiet for most, and it couldn’t solely be her bad Romanian. Knowing people as her job, Anne knew something was wrong about her. And with this whole situation.

            Quick steps that only let her scan the rooms they traversed for moments, not enough time to notice the details, but good enough to make quick notes of the path and possible exits. It wasn’t, despite the general feeling of unease ever since she had set foot into this village, solely because she expected something to happen, but something to put her mind at ease. Always have an escape plan.

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