☄ for a lighthearted headcanon about our muses
After several evenings spent together, Ilona realised that if there was one time where Alastor would answer just about anything she asked, it was in those sated moments after they’d had sex. On several occasions she use that time to approach sensitive subjects. His eye, for example, it was in those moments that she got him to open up about it. Of course, even she knew she had to be careful there, focusing more in taking interest in the eye itself and how it worked, rather than what had happened to him and how it had made him feel.
But for the most part, she uses that time to get to know little things about him. Titbits of information that would be completely useless to anyone else, yet she will ask about them anyway and she’ll make a point of remembering his answers.
She asked him to tell her something that she didn’t already know about him. It didn’t have to be overly personal, or even something considered to be exciting. Just anything that she didn’t already know. Naturally, such an out of the blue request had him ask her what she wanted to know. So she asked him what his favourite colour was. And his favourite number. She didn’t want an explanation, or a reason why, just the two facts on their own.
That was how it started. And it was how she learned that his favourite colour was green, and his favourite number was six.
