#ignisregina

👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around?

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

sex & romance headcanons ! // @ignisregina

👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around?

cason: when in a relationship? naur. he's very loyal and monogamous. HOWEVER, if he's single? he is known to have just one night stands and random hook ups. but not ALL the time, y'know? cathryn: again, if she's in a relationship, no. and she really doesn't sleep around with people she's NOT in a relationship with. she's not a huge fan of random hook ups and stuff. it's too troublesome for her.

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?

cason: yes. cathryn: no.

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

Fresh from a little supply run, she was just taking her earbuds off when her unit's door opened. Honestly, Marianne was going for the eggs but the tray was still sealed so she threw the next thing her hand landed on, thus, the flying can of soup. "It could have been worse, say, a can of fruit cocktail. The entire fridge," she countered. The only hint of apology was in her tone and the hesitant way she handed the man, outstretched on her rather small couch, the icebag. "You know phones are a thing? And so is knocking on the door." Did she forget she said yes to an in-person discussion of a commissioned art? Definitely. And not only that, she might have concussed her potential client. "In fact, this could have been an email."

One moment Egmund's seen a glimpse of a nicely decorated apartment, the next he saw a can flying toward him. He reached for his sword out of habit and that was that. No 21st-century citizen carried swords and it'd nearly cost him his life. He came to groggily and groaned before accussing the lady in front of him. "If you'd thrown an entire fridge at me, I would've been impressed," Egmund muttered. The icebag provided some relief as he put it on his forehead.

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Devlin grinned at Marianne's reaction to his dogs, their playful energy evident in the room. He appreciated her controlled demeanor, understanding her desire not to overstep any boundaries. As he walked into the room, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, enjoying the sight of Marianne's interaction with his canine companions.

"They're definitely something, aren't they?" Devlin chuckled, his eyes filled with affection for his furry friends. "I'm glad you're a dog person, Marianne. They have a way of bringing joy and comfort into our lives."

He watched as Marianne squatted down to give one of the dogs a light scritch, her genuine care and attention evident. Her question about their gender made him chuckle again, appreciating her curiosity.

"Well, all of them are boys," Devlin replied, a fond smile on his face. "This one you're petting is Cer, and the other two are Ber and Russ. They've been with me for a few years now. I found them at a local shelter, and we've been inseparable ever since."

As Marianne mentioned having something for him, Devlin's curiosity piqued. He walked closer, his eyes glancing at the item she held in her hand. He extended his hand, ready to receive whatever she had brought.

"What's this?" Devlin asked, his voice filled with intrigue and a touch of amusement. "You have me curious now. I hope it's nothing too dangerous. I wouldn't want my dogs wrestling you to the ground." He chuckled, his eyes glinting with playful banter.

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Delia envisioned the dream just like Marriane described. She allowed enough details for the therapist to get the gist of it, but she still wanted more. What she asked for was a remarkable dream, and that inherently did not mean it had to be either good or even bad. This one had an ominous undertone to it and Delia would like to explore that further.

"I see. Just a few more questions- how long did this dream last? Was it a few seconds, and is this recurring?"

Head lifted at the sound of her words, eyes shifting to the tv in the corner of the restaurant as the news broadcaster was reminding everyone of the horrors that had taken place at Willy's Wonderland. Though, according to the banner across the bottom of the screen, it had been bought and rebranded with the intentions of reopening.