#indomitablechivalry

           𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐁𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐑𝐈𝐃  𝐎𝐅,  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀𝐍  𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐔𝐆  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐌;  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇.  It  didn't  help  that…in  this  moment,  the  younger  male  wasn't  in  any  position  to  be  able  to  get  away  from  him.  No  excuses  could  be  made,  there  was  nothing  he  could  do  or  say.  It's  the  last  day  of  his  confinement,  thankfully--but  it  was  still  a  full-fledge  confinement  until  that  punishment  was  fully  settled.  Meaning  he  was  stuck  here  in  his  office-bored  beyond  belief.

           ❛  Why  is  he  even  here?  Unless  he's  here  to  tell  me  I'm  free  to  go  and  what  my  punishment  is.  ❜  He  thinks  to  himself,  twirling  his  blade-gaze  looking  up  at  the  blond  who  had  been  staring  down  at  him.  Varka  currently  stood  between  him  and  his  only  means  of  freedom;  the  door.  That  and…he  knew  there  was  no  point  trying.  So  the  Vice  captain  waited  in  his  spot  on  the  sofa. 

           ❝  Are  you  here  to  tell  me  the  final  decision,  or  is  there  some  other  reason  you're  here,  Grand  master?  ❞

She watched Varka's reaction intently with her head propped up on her left hand. Watched the gears turn in his brain through his gaze. Then giggled as he stared one down and ate two fries in a bid that she saw as a challenge. Her smile only growing as the satisfaction at his deed grew plain in his eyes.

 ❝Just your companions hm~?❞ 

 Alice reached across the table with her right hand and took the longest fry from Varka's plate. She brought it back and playfully waved it around while staring him down. After a few seconds she ate the fry while staying locked onto him.

❝Thankfully for you this beach date only includes little ol' me.❞ Alice chimed. ❝Though I thought for sure with the way you rode the waves today we'd be stuck with quite the entourage when coming to get lunch.❞

Is your muse allergic to anything?

Does your muse have any pets?

What's your muses love language?

Is your muse easily scared?

Headcanon Asks || @indomitablechivalry

Is your muse easily tricked?

No. Alice is very much aware of when someone is trying to play her or do something that would harm those around her. She's extremely intuitive. If anything, you trying to trick her just makes her decide 'oh, that's the game we're playing, hm? Two can play.~'

Is your muse allergic to anything?

Hmm...I can't think of her being allergic to anything. So I would say no.

Does your muse have any pets?

Do we count the explosive dodocos she invented or-

But...no. I can see her having pets though. I can see her adoring rabbits or cats or dogs...maybe hamsters too. I can see Klee maybe wanting a pet and her heart just melts at the idea. But to be honest, she probably doesn't have one because of her important duties....and because of her identity.

What's your muses love language?

She has a lot of love languages to be honest. One such love language was sharing an introductory magic with the rest of the hex - and latter on, little hex. Being there to help others despite how busy her life is, spending time with the most adorable daughter in the world and making certain Klee always comes first. Just to name a few.

But for others, like for example - Varka...well, one, he probably gets his own introductory magic ( deal with it. ), and if necessary ( read: a certain God can't / hasn't already ) - she'd expand his life force.

But two - it's the kind that shows in private. The gentle calming touches when his head is full of nightmares. She lets him lay in her lap for comfort - or even if he needs to cry. Honestly he - and all of her lovers - could ask her for the world and you'll wake up next day to it.

With Nicole, she happily lets her in her mind to speak and vent and ramble. I personally headcanoned that outside of the introductory magic shared with all of hex and little hex, there's a bit more magic shared to Nicole as well. Nicole only gave up half her angelic powers and half her knowledge-but she got that and probably a little bit more from Alice.

In short, her love language is any language you can think of.

Is your muse easily scared?

           𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐀  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄,  𝐈𝐅  𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐈𝐃.  She  would  hope  he  does-he  deserves  to  be  happy,  and  she  knew  his  mirror  and  many  others  felt  the  exact  same  way.  Carnelian  hues  slowly  open  to  find  the  blond  male  seated  at  his  desk,  sapphire  hues  cast  downwards  onto  his  hands.  That  alone  told  her  more  than  enough-it  was  clear  he  had  a  nightmare…

Or  perhaps  that  was  plural. 

            She  calls  out  softly  to  him,  and  he  all  but  confirms  what  she  thought  as  he  walked  back  over  with  heavy  footsteps.  Even  as  he  laid  his  head  in  her  lap,  she  could  tell  the  mind  was  not  here,  at  all.  She  adjusts  herself  to  be  sitting  up-her  hands  gently  running  through  short  blond  locks. 

           ❝  Oh,  please,  you  didn't  wake  me,  Varka.  ❞  She  murmurs  gently,  a  hand  moving  to  scritch  at  his  ear--knowing  full  well  what  would  happen.  ❝  Well…not  entirely,  at  least.  But  that's  besides  the  point,  my  dear.  ❞  It  was  very  evident  to  her  he  needed  a  well  placed  and  intended  distraction.  And  perhaps  venting  out  a  bit  of  feelings…

           ❝  Your  heart  and  mind  are  so  troubled…will  you,  mayhaps,  talk  to  me  about  it?  ❞ 

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           𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐂𝐓,  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.  Now  the  other  was  here,  pressed  against  him--hands  upon  his  lower  back,  his  tone  laced  with  intent  and  desire.  Oh,  the  fae  had  a  feeling  he  was  not  leaving  this  man's  hold  at  all.  Not  even  after  he  was  thoroughly  ravished.  A  shudder  leaves  the  fae,  his  hands  resting  up  on  the  blond  male's  torso.  He  could  feel  his  breath  upon  his  skin,  their  bodies  completely  pressed  against  him  as  the  others'  hands  moved  to  be  underneath  his  shirt-fingers  upon  his  skin.  His  touch  felt  like  fire-burning  him  with  a  familiar  passionate  hue. 

Oh,  the  fae  would  not  survive  this  night.

           ❝  Varka…  ❞  He  lowers  his  tone,  almost  a  whisper--shivering  as  he  continued  to  speak  to  him,  daring  to  invoke  his  name.  He  felt  his  back  hit  the  wall-a  hand  upon  his  mid  thigh,  and  those  beautiful  azure  blues…staring  at  him,  intensely. 

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           𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐒  𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄,  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃. 𝐒𝐇𝐄...𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.  𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓,  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖.  Had  she  said  or  done  something  to  offend  the  tall  male…?  Or  maybe  that  was  a  wrong  text…?  She  really  hoped  it  was  the  latter,  and  not  that  she  had  accidentally  done  something. 

【  7:45  pm  ✉  →  風  狼  】Um…. 【  7:45  pm  ✉  →  風  狼  】Did  I  do  something  wrong,  sir  Varka…? 【  7:46  pm  ✉  →  風  狼  】Oh…wait,  are  you  talking  about  the  wine  I  gave  you…? 【  7:46  pm  ✉  →  風  狼  】Or  are  you  perhaps  drunk  off  of  said  wine…?  I  did  warn  it  might  pack  more  of  a  punch…

           She  hoped  that  that  was  all  it  was.