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SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS.

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Despite being born human, it's as if Leondas has never understood his own humanity - even less so once he became what he is now. Only, he misunderstands humanity severely. He only sees the cruelty, the malice, the vengefulness, things that he possesses and cannot rid himself of no matter how hard he tries. He desperately wishes he could lose his humanity entirely and become like other fae - utterly alien and unable to comprehend more human emotions and experiences.

SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS.

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Overall he's pretty finicky about his own hygiene, aside from getting covered in blood and gore on occassion. His idea of being clean though is not universal. He doesn't mind a little dirt on his clothing, smelling like the outdoors, etc. At the same time, he is very vain and conscious of his appearance - though this could be attributed to his methods of hunting.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

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[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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seven deadly sins headcanons

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Attention and happiness. Leondas has always envied those who are naturally joyful and content as he has never felt fulfilled in his own life. That is partially why he is what he is today.

seven deadly sins headcanons

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Absolutely not lmao. Though he may do it on a rare occasion, he is severely uncomfortable apologizing. He will often murmur it quietly, reluctant to even say it aloud.

seven deadly sins headcanons

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Nightmares & Sleeping Meme | @dalamusrex

“It's nothing, I'm fine,” a lie which she knows he must know is a lie, yet still the words come out almost automatically. She had woken with a shout, joining the chorus of screams still echoing in her head; though her voice was the only one anyone else could hear.

Shivering slightly, she turns away and shakes her head, not wanting him to see her face, and pulls her legs to her chest. Her right hand massages her left arm, an attempt to relieve the tension she feels in it yet again. Then with a frustrated sound she reaches for her pack and retrieves not a potion, but a bottle of ale; the only thing that ever really silenced the cries of the dead. After a long swig she takes a deep breath and finally looks at Dalamus, her bright eyes shining in the firelight betraying something of her anxiety despite her best efforts.