#decapitateddarling

@decapitateddarling

Send me shippy headcanons for our muses! Or send “ship hc” to hear one I have for them!

Okay so, one of my headcanons is that Ruby and Haruka are a lot like siblings while Raine is like the mom. Raine’s definitely the Mom Friend™and I can see Ruby trying to get Haruka to be more outgoing. Of course not forcing him or anything, but just introducing him to new things and letting him experience stuff. He’s a shy little introvert, so being around someone who’s much more extroverted and not afraid to speak their mind would be very, very interesting for him.

I see the three of them as such a cute trio and I feel like Ruby and Raine would smother Haruka with affection. Giving him hugs and forehead/cheek smooches all the time. He’s like a little brother to them and they love to tease him. I can see Ruby really taking on the big sister role and messing with Haruka sometimes and then Mama Raine comes in and strokes his hair and is all like “be nice to my son” lmao <3

School bored him, honestly. The kids were cruel when opportunity arose, but if one slipped under the radar, they tended to leave you alone. Though the thing with slipping under the radar, Aelian found, was that you could see and hear a great deal more than the rest. Perhaps that’s how he knew there was something amiss in the school. People adhered to patterns, that’s just how they worked, but in the last few months, something or someone had disrupted those patterns, and two kids had disappeared completely. Judas Port and Mackenzie Towers. 

There’d been rumors of them running away together, but Aelian knew better. They weren’t friends, they hadn’t ever even spoken two words to each other. If they ran away, they certainly didn’t run away together.

Aelian didn’t like getting in the middle of anything at the school; it was a recipe for drama and unsavory rumors, but considering how dull most of the classes were, he did like contemplating on what it could be. The sophomore had been called out on his daydreaming three times today, but he didn’t much care. It’s their own fault for teaching boring material, and expecting everyone to stare with rapt attention to the blackboard. 

She gives a quiet sigh of relief, shifting to move back a little, though she doesn’t go far. “….’m Lola.”

She winces sympathetically when he winces, quickly digging in her bag for an instant-ice pack and quickly squishing it, waiting until it’s cold before offering it to the man before her. However, his chuckle is a bit confusing. “…..Yea, I saw……you hit the ground pretty hard, so….I figured I’d come over and see if you were okay.”

“Kalev. Nice to meet you, Miss Lola.” He shifted to prop himself up on his elbow, wincing slightly. What was that sound? He couldn’t quite place it, but- something from her bag. Kalev furrowed his brow slightly, trying to think of what the mystery item was.

Yes, he did hit the ground hard, didn’t he? “I appreciate that, Miss.” He murmured, perking up slightly when he heard the faint sounds of paw steps. “Ah-, Nala.” A large, black German Shepard dog approached the two, sniffing at Kalev’s head for a moment before a series of small, quiet whines came forth. Upon her back was a leather guide dog harness. Nala sniffed the ice pack, giving a small bark to Kalev.

She rolls her eyes. “A Rodent of Unusual size? I don’t think those exist.” She somewhat recognized him, had seen him around at least a few times, but she’s still not sure why she’d approached him.

She narrows her eyes at his glare, her gaze flicking to the dark red stain on his shirt, not even thinking before putting a hand on his shoulder, firmly-but gently-turning him to look at it better. “Right, because people totally bleed through their shirts when they’re ‘fine’”

“You’d be shocked.” He shot back sarcastically, staring at her in a slightly challenging manner. Iolar rarely forgot faces, or more specifically, faces and souls. Hers was unique, right.

He furrowed his brow, eyes still closed as he heard her speak. As consciousness came back to him, slowly at first, Iolar felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He grimaced, gritting his teeth against the pain. “... I fell off an overgrown alley rat, what do you think?” He grumbled sarcastically, feeling a cold sweat on his brow. Damn it, that cut had gotten infected, didn’t it?

Kalev drifted back into consciousness, his ears ringing and the sound of her voice fading in and out along with the sounds of the city. Was he okay? His head hurt, pretty badly. Not a good sign. “... I can hear.” He slightly groggy, but he was awake at least. “... Who are you?”