#darrow headcanons

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐲𝐤𝐨𝐬

・The Reaper had his eye on you ever since you met.

・You weren't a Gold, or a soldier, but you wanted to be apart of the revolution.

・Placing a gun in your hands made Darrow uneasy. Moreso than the others.

・He was the one that taught you how to use it; Darrow found ways for you to be alone together.

・But he was never honest with himself. Never let the love he had for you, be felt within him.

・Because you could be taken from him. Just like so many others were.

・And he didn't know if he could survive that.

・So, it wasn't until you were taken.

・The heard the gunshots, then your comms failed.

・His mind only played a word, a two letter word: 'No, no, no, no.' Over and over again.

・He ran down to the hanger. Telling the nearest pilot to gear up. His was going after you.

・But somehow your comms reconnected. You were badly injured, but on your way back to him.

・Everyone left the medbay when the Reaper walked in, eyes red-rimmed, he knelt beside your bed. Took your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

"You cannot do that again.," he looked you at you; his golden eyes watering.

"If something happens to you. I will not survive it. Because ... I-I ...I love you."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 ▸ Slow burn ▸ Pining & Yearning

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚

・He finds you in your quarters.

・Acting completely un-Sevro-like. His hands are in his pockets.

・He's actually clean for once. No dirt or blood on his body or clothes.

・And even once the door closes, he's doesn't walk towards you. Sevro hesitates. His red eyes dart towards you then at the floor. He cannot look at you for too long.

"Sev? You okay?"

・He coughs, rubbing the bag of his neck. His mohawk is perfectly done

・He has a few bruises on his exposed skin. Many scars. Many, many scars.

"Yeah, yeah uh-"

・You get up from your desk to walk over to him. Crossing your arms, you cock your head and wait.

"Talk."

"Right- I um..."

・You give him a minute. But you start to get worried. What if he's sick? What if he's dying?

"Sevro tell me right now!"

"Fuck! Fine! I bloody damn love you! Okay?" He quiets. Then looks away, takes a breath and looks you in the eyes.

"I love you with everything I have. Everthing I am."

・You stand still.

・And let out a breath of relief.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 ▸Feral Love ▸More Alike Than Not

𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬

・Feelings are shown differently by the Obsidians.

・They are more open, more poetic in their emotions. And feeling love -

・It feels more heavy ... more enveloping

・And that's exactly how Ragnar feels

・As he stands face to face with you (having to kneel down to see your face) He does not smile.

・It's outside, stars above you, grass below.

・You had been drinking along with the other Howlers and Ragnar had pulled you aside.

・Just within the treeline, you watch him as he watches you. A blush blooms across both your cheeks.

・His hand reaches out and touches your chest; exactly where your heart is. You gasp:

"I need to tell you," Ragnar whispers in his mighty voice.

・His attention makes it hard to breathe.

"You can tell me anything, Ragnar," you reply in a hush voice, finding it difficult to keep eye contact. Ragnar doesn't find it hard at all.

"You are the air I breathe," he takes your hands in his big ones. He's warm. Even without a shirt.

"And I can't think about anyone else. You are on my mind, even during grave missions."

・You laugh. But he doesn't.

・You're feeling warmer and warmer. Then he pulls you closer.

"May I - may I kiss you?"

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 ▸ Different Cultures ▸Soulmates

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚

・You only new the older Cassius, not the young, petty, dramatic Golden prince who wanted to keep the Society.

・No, you met the mature Cassius; and you still hated him.

・Well, you called it hate. When really you were head over heels for him but didn't feel good enough.

・He was the most handsome man you had ever met. Curly golden locks, tanned skin, dimples when he smiled.

・Hell, he was nearly 7 ft tall.

・And he had such charm that you blushed 1. whenever you were in the same room with him and 2. whenever you thought about him

・Little did you know, he cared about you deeply.

・And he didn't think he deserved anything good. Because Cassius was too ashamed of his past. Too ashamed of his actions.

・But with more time spent together, he made you feel so at ease, that your guard started to slip

・Small physical affection started; bumping shoulders while sitting next to each other. Moving the hair from your face. Sparring but getting closer then what was necessary.

・One day, you two were doing your normal routine. When you turned to face him and he was already so close. Nearly nose to nose.

・You let out a sound. A sound that captured how you felt inside: wrecked and devoted.

・His hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you forward. His plush lips meeting yours in a politely passionate embrace.

・It only escalated when he pulled back, releasing what he had done. You didn't want to stop. So you pulled him back in. By grabbing his cheeks.

・He moaned and bit your bottom lip.

・Breaking apart, you were both stunned. You could not speak.

・But of course Cassius could -

"I have wanted to do that for weeks."