#flawed character

A bathing headcanon and a drinking headcanon -- righto.

Bathing Headcanon

There are sonic showers in the crew quarters and the medbay of Virtue’s Thief.  There used to be a sonic in the captain’s quarters, but after Eva made it big as the Voidhound, she replaced the sonic with an authentic, XS Light Freighter original water shower. This is a seriously luxury item in the SWTOR-verse, in part because sonics are more effective at cleaning a person, but nowhere near as pleasurable as a nice, hot shower.  This is probably the most indulgent thing she ever did for herself. 

Until she got herself a bathtub after Nathema.  The fact that Lana didn’t want her to go back to Smug Life was a downer, but she was the only person who could command the Eternal Fleet; if she didn’t, it would go rogue all over the galaxy.  After it was destroyed and she revealed herself to be the owner of Odessen, she appropriate funds for her antique, claw-footed bathtub, complete with a side-along mini bar.  The tub itself is comfortable enough to lounge in, so sometimes Eva goes there to think and drink, fully clothed. 

Drinking/Drunk Headcanon

This isn’t a funny one.  Eva is an alcoholic.  She acknowledges it.  She is a functional alcoholic.  She does have rules -- no drinking on duty, no drinking when the ship needs to be piloted, no drinking when she’s sad -- but if none of the above applies, she drinks daily.  She doesn’t get stumbling blind drunk. Eva does not drink enough to suffer withdrawal symptoms when she does stop, but she certainly exceeds how many units one should drink in week. She has built up a tolerance, so she can outdrink men several times her size. 

Eva doesn’t bother with the term ‘recovering’ or ‘reformed’ -- she has no intent of either.  

We saw pieces of this in “Love in the Time of Technoplague” where she quit drinking for several months since the possibility that Ivory sold her (and Port Nowhere) out emerged; the uncertainty of whether Darok and Arkous were looking for her and the “will they/won’t they” of the Theron situation made her pretty miserable.  Eva can deal with certainties, no matter how much they suck.  So no drinking for months.  She starts drinking again after Mandos try to assassinate her -- well, now she knows. 

Being bored also fuels Eva’s drinking  and also can escalate  them into a revival of a drug habit she kicked after Darmas -- we’ll see that on Rishi.  Eva’s tastes were more exotic than just spice when she and Darmas ran late nights at the tables.  (Risha is actually the recreational spice dabbler on Virtue’s Thief; she does it at parties and on holidays, but that’s it.)   Theron makes it clear to her that he doesn’t tolerate the drugs; she has to be clean to have anything to do with him. 

This my OC Wendy Willow, she’s from a story I’m writing on Wattpad called, Persephone’s Chain

WHEREVER SHE GOES, by K.L. Armstrong, Doubleday Canada, Penguin Random House

When it’s your word against everyone else’s–what do you do?

Bree Finch has fallen on some troubled times: her marriage has ended, she’s separated from her young daughter, Charlotte, and she’s haunted by a past she can’t escape. Routine helps, and every afternoon, during her lunch break, Bree goes for a jog in the park near her office. It’s the same every day: the same route, the same mothers…

An Interesting Main Character

Let’s face it, your readers have to care about the main character. They don’t necessarily have to like the character, but they have to be interested in what he does, thinks, says.

If you expect the readers to spend time with your writing, then you must give them a reason to read. A boring protagonist, someone who has no opinions, faces no challenges, is never confrontational and lives only to…

“Reine.”

The word was caught on the wind, throwing it to the other side of the valley. The two campers, startled, looked up. “Wren?”

“What’s a wren?”

“Or maybe rain?”

“We should go back.”

V moved through the snow as if it were water, to sit next to the xweetok as the campers packed up and left. “What did I tell you?”

“Always brush my teeth.” The normally-cheeky voice flatly answered the serious peophin.

“I have never told you to brush your teeth.”

“You should.”

“I didn’t think you needed to.”

The two stayed for a while, occasionally glancing up at stars that peeked from between grey clouds. V pulled his blanket closer around him. “You know you’ll have to stop when we start getting guests.”

“Yeah. But food?”

A slightly too long silence.

“I have a roof. I have a well. I can find food.”

The wind had died down to a whisper that made the still-falling snow  dance. The two stayed till sunrise, till Reine started to see the opening flowers through her body. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

She faded for the day while he made his way to the cottage that was home. V wiggled onto the mattress of a bed and dreamt of a world free of helpful ghosts and food to feed all.

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